Kate Chopin, from The Awakening
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Kate Chopin, from The Awakening
Jer ono što se ne zače u duhu najprije,
nego u strasti tijelu -
nikad neće izroditi
svete povezanosti
neraskidivom niti ---
Florence Welch performing in Croatia.
Photographed by Vanesa Pandžić
Such a magnificient night...
I always able to write my way out The song always made sense to me Now I find that when I look down Every page is empty There is nothing to describe Except the moon still bright against the worrying sky I pray the trees will get their leaves soon
So tell me where to put my love Do I wait for time to do what it does I don’t know where to put my love
(...)
I pronounce your name on dark nights, when the stars come to drink on the moon and sleep in tufts of hidden fronds. And I feel myself hollow of passion and music. Crazy clock that sings dead ancient hours.
I pronounce your name, in this dark night, and your name sounds more distant than ever. More distant that all stars and more doleful than a calm rain.
Will I love you like then ever again? What blame has my heart? When the mist dissipates, What other passion may I expect? Will it be calm and pure? If only my fingers could defoliate the moon!
Federico Garcia Lorca, Si mis manos pudieran deshojar - If my hands could defoliate
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~ Elegija
Eto: vjetar s mora vraća nam natrag odbjegle ptice šumom krila što uče nas prolaznosti. Ali šta marim ja da su noći moje i dani izbrojeni. Neka trava spasi moju nježnost. Pijesak neće me naučiti voljeti. Ne mogu u zlu živjeti, a za dobrotu ismijat će me. Gdje je taj za koga vrijedi kleknuti na cestu i dotaknuti usnama prah s njegove obuće? Taj koji će kao livada svakog proljeća cvjetati u meni.
Neka dođe jedno proljeće što će nas naučiti biti radosti jedni drugima, i ostati lijepi.
Jer vječnoj mijeni usprkos, ja znam da moram naći prije nego napustim ovu zemlju i ovo nebo cvijet koji će zadržati bezazlenost i ljubav koja neće prestati.
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