SOMETIMES LIFE WRITES A NOVELS

SOMETIMES LIFE WRITES A NOVELS

Sometimes life writes novels! Share defeats, victories, tears and smiles with people

Find the meaning of life in the beauty that the world offers you

And there was nothing left. Everything that was ugly was buried, as if it had never happened to me personally. I regained confidence and faith in myself. Only sometimes, when I pass through the wild streets of the city of Paris, I run into some victim in the passage, I try to give them strength and continue on. Further through only my life. Observing other people from the side, I understand that you cannot help anyone with advice, criticism, or warning. Everyone tailors himself and chooses whether and how much he will suffer, if he has to, if he can… Everyone has to fight for his own life. As long as there are fears, self-confidence is lost, one falls deeper and life turns into dust.
Let’s respect ourselves first, no one has the right to desecrate our body and psychologically destroy us and hit us where our fears grow, where our pain grows. Where you are begging, just to stop, nothing more. Just to stop

I believe that love will save the world

I don’t have a single new feature to characterize me as a significantly different person or a better person. I don’t even have a new starting point, but I am aware that I suffered a fall with consequences and got up. I was both hungry and thirsty. But I persevered. I came back to your life in another form. I still stumble over the human heart, I still look for the good in every human being. I still believe that love will save the world. And if I met the ugliest face, experienced it, felt it on my own skin. I still believe in fairy tales. I’m just a lot more careful now. Point your finger at yourself, at your reflection in the mirror. Curse your reflection. Do not touch someone else’s. And you will be happy when you live life according to your own standards. Free

Get out of the hole with good people

I lived the life of a mummy for months. She put her brain and body together piece by piece. I didn’t see people, as they pass by me and stare at me strangely. For months, I lined up the people I love and who suffered with me. The faces I left behind in Serbia, the people I desperately wanted to hug. I had a strong need to talk to them while looking into their eyes, to tell them all how much I love them, how much I miss them. I walked among all those strange people who passed by me, I was looking for my faces, my people, where remained the heart, in the country of Serbia. I tried desperately to see my old mother and to hug her and cry like a child, in her lap, where I only felt safe, to return to the time of carefree childhood, before I got up from her arms and tore myself away among evil people, to fight like Lion. Where I fell, to correct my mistakes. I met Arabs, blacks, Pakistanis, there are no my faces anywhere… And then, I realized… There are new people, new eyes, new hugs, I love these faces too. I love and I’m happy, because they stayed with me there, in the place where I completely broke into pieces. Completely destroyed and assembled with them

Dont touch my mom!

The night that changed my life remained deep inside me to live, as God’s punishment. The night I died, watching the tiny hands that break the mirror and let out a cry… The night when I flew to the saints of heaven and came back to push away the big giant and save the innocent heart of the boy, the little guardian angel, who cried a river of tears to the sky and let a cry to God. Don’t touch my mom…

Hand to hand, heart to he heart!

Sometimes we choose our own path and we cannot blame anyone for falling into the abyss, for making the wrong choice. We appreciate the people who still stayed with us, because sometimes we turn our backs on the people who care about our lives

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A SMILE IS MY VICTORY

A SMILE IS MY VICTORYSmile, joy, sadness, defeat and victory!

A smile is stronger than sadness!

I always smile, I look forward to everything,

   To every warm river, to every tender flower.

   To each hand extended, I give both hands,

   There is enough joy for everyone in this world!

   Where there’s a cloud, I draw a rainbow,

   And I laugh out loud, so that heaven can hear me,

   Because, so many smiles, always bring down sadness,

   There are those little things, I see happiness is there.

   But also, it hurts my soul

   From this world, which swallows living people,

   Then my heart betrayed me and my mind did not listen

   Everything hurts, so many are surprised.

   How easily I can laugh at everything

   How can everything hurt me so easily?!

   In the hour of joy, I give joy,

   Or the soul suffers, until the whole thing burns.

   Little things are a miracle.

 

The world offers us a million smiles

It is no longer important what we wanted to say

   And is it permanent or fleeting?

   At that moment, we know how much bigger we are

   And if we are just a shadow waiting.

   It doesn’t matter anymore what is hidden there

   Behind that truth, which is kept silent,

   The lie served became only,

   Permanently wrapped in some bad shine.

   We accept the game and live like it

   As if a miracle will bring back our days,

   We suffered in vain and very easily,

   We can heal all our wounds.

   This world offers us a million smiles

   A million joys around every corner

   Don’t chain your soul and be nobody,

   Don’t be a woman, someone who mocks.

 

Don’t chain your soul

It’s a small back, it’s a weak spine to bear the burden of this crazy world.
So be careful, what you’re going to do for free,
Somewhere in silence, some sacred time.
Hope will emerge, joy will be born.
Where grief has signed its own.
False brilliance will be weakness in that moment,
You will wake up the sleeping ones, all my dreams.
And then you will say, I’m just kidding.
This is not the life I want to live
Neither to love you, nor to pity you,
Nor are you what I admire.
Then you will break my thin spine
And a tired back, from living through hell,
Caught at the last straw then,
You will break your soul as if it were made of glass.
But I am a phoenix with a bent back,
It always rises, from the ashes of heaven,
I will tell you, loudly raised eyebrows,
What you already know, but it hits you in the heart!!!

 

Happiness at your fingertips????

And when I break away, when I smile at a warm look, in passing, through the mass of people I meet every day, I will live peacefully. The sunset is felt and leaves a mark on the walls of the suffering soul, until it realizes that every sunset gave birth to a new sun. That’s why I breathe deeply! That’s why I leave! I believe that there are words that do not hurt, because words have power… A hug has power! So curl up in warm arms and feel safe. A kiss is all tender love… So fall, break into pieces, but get up. Clean your knees and move on. Just keep going… Happiness is within your reach! And it springs only from us and our choices!

 

 

 A smile is my victory

Some people cannot verbally express their emotions. Write them down. Paper endures everything. And tears and laughter and joy and sadness. These are just some parts of my books

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GOLDEN OCTOBER AND WHISPER

GOLDEN OCTOBER AND WHISPER

Just the moment when the sun pours its golden colors and awakens memories of October.

OKTOBER

What do you even know what October means to me?!

Do you know what golden colors spill under your feet and you step on them, and I collect them?!

Do you not feel the wind, which does not break the branches and does not scatter your sighs in vain, and if it is a clear day, do you feel the rain, on heavy eyelids, lowered.

lost battles,

The day is still bright, but we walk with our eyes closed

From looking too much at the Sun

Do you see the rainbow behind the clouds or are your colors blurred, like mine.

The eyes are not afraid of anything,

Eyes see only gold

Somewhere halfway between wakefulness and sleep

Between illusion and life

There is a golden beauty

Which only comes when it’s October

And tomorrow I’m leaving, to at least revive

An unfulfilled dream of happiness!

I leave without saying a word

And the whirlwind smeared my golden color on the canvas of life, torn from the branches!

,,A whisper from the suburbs of Paris,,

AT THE CRACK OF DAWN

In a stormy night,

trought a burst of pain

In a silent room as dark as a cloud

Thesoul is naked with it  self

It gets rained on and  washes away the trail

No prayer floats onthe lips

It is interrupted by a bright

light through the night

When the lightning flashes,

the pain squeezes,

and the sky says the dawn will come.

Life passes with a painful storm.

and the past defies the dawn

He will put a padlock on a tired soul!

But the defeated universe will exstend it’s hand

At the crack of  dawn when the trains leave

And the sun beat the stormy night

a new life is born in an instant!

Defeated by the storm,he gains power!

Defeat by the storm he gains power!

Defeat and victory face to face

Trought the stormy night to the dawn and Sun

Sadness turns it self into happiness

and brought the fight to a climax.

At the crack of dawn of  life,

And the color of the sky is light blue!

The sun is the only true jury

at dawn defeat is victory

with every morning,hope is born

Fears disappear,sadness is pale

And the ship of life sails again!

I kiss you on the  forehead

I kiss you on the forehead, I can’t say it in words

how much sadness will burn me,

while you wait for me to come back.

You feel that I follow you with my thoughts

And when I sail like the moon across the river,

into the distance, into the dawn…in the morning!

I live for our tomorrow.

I see your eyes in every star.

And I know you’re here every night

to follow me through clear nights.

But the morning will come…

The thought of a madman will tire my body

to long and wait but also to wait.

There you are…

And that’s why I kiss you on the forehead, because you’re inside me

and beyond me in space.

You are everywhere.

In every happiness and turmoil.

You love me and I love you.

And I kiss you on the forehead,

like a fragile branch caressed by the wind

because I know you don’t want to leave even a meter

because you love me, like Dante Laura

and you have me like a cocoon

on the left side of the chest!

And that’s why I kiss you on the forehead,

because I will be whole

it belongs to you!

Nights in Paris

Imagine a wish and wander away with it
On someone’s pillow and quietly breathe
Wake up the dreams of someone who has just fallen asleep
It’s night in Paris, touch your soul with desire.
I feel the smell of the study, the wind blows the hay,
The reflection from the top of the Eiffel is reflected in it
An upbeat piano plays her song
And everything in that place is in that desire!
It’s night in Paris and a million nights
It’s the same as this cold and cold one
And the same night will come to me again
In which my desire for distance is hungry…

Paris my love

A completely silent whisper from my Parisian suburb!

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FORGET THE UGLY PARTS OF LIFE, LIVE, BREATHE, BE BORN AGAIN

FORGET THE UGLY PARTS OF LIFE, LIVE, BREATHE, BE BORN AGAIN

FORGET THE SHAKING OF SOUL AND BODY AND START LIFE FREE AND BORN AGAIN

FORGET

Forget the ugly parts, already read books, with the ending you know in advance. Forget that you were bitten by those who shouldn’t, while you said goodbye and pointed your finger at your reflection in the mirror. You felt guilty, corrected the mistakes you didn’t make, ran away and returned to the scene of the crime, only to be wounded again and imagine yourself happy because of one single word. When you overcome your indecisiveness and leave, out of due respect for yourself, you will understand how the sunset can cause an indescribable feeling of calmness. You have the right to love. Who can take away your personal right?! Look for it! Surrender… You are not someone’s destiny. Nor is your destiny tied to people who hurt you, intentionally or accidentally. Turn and go to meet the new dawn.

IN THE MADNESS OF LIFE

I want one day, to dream in the frenzy of life, without bad news about diseases and violent wars, to clear my thoughts of the fear that poisons my mind, that we will be mowed down by a storm caused by human inattention. I want my friend, defeated, the same as me, blown to pieces in a crazy world, to restore love and faith in hearts. Our weary hearts were broken. To be healthy again, sane, without the bad influence of our crazy time.

DON’T TOUCH MY FREEDOM

You think you know me, but you don’t know that I died twice and that I came back to life through a dense mass of unloving people, with bent backs… and felt that strange taste of freedom and peace… You think you know the real me, but you don’t guessed how much the restlessness hurt me to the point of weakness and what pressure I felt in the place where my heart was pounding while my soul was bleeding until the river flowed from my eye, cleared the way and made a mouth… Where it poured in, swallowed by bitterness, it cleansed the pain … You think you know me, but you don’t know how emotional and romantic I am, that you could draw a smile on me with one red rose… And that’s why… Don’t touch my freedom, if you don’t want to stay here and not deprive me of my peace if you leave… Maybe I would die again, and I finally feel alive in my freedom… If you wake up my love and leave… you broke both me and my freedom!

BORN AGAIN- FENIX

And there you are, where you are… There is no blood anywhere, and everywhere you can smell it, violence without a knife, a gun without a bullet… The smell of evil… You wake up and decide that you have to protect your own life, because of love, with which you are from your own womb, gifted by God. You make a decision and become a phoenix, which is born again from the papel, with both fried wings…And never again a victim in other people’s eyes!
Born again

RAINBOW AND SUN

There are all kinds of silences, desperate fears, lost and wasted and scattered tears, through the space of solitude, where you meet and recognize the faces you love and understand… You just realize whether you were in a good part of the sky, looking for the Sun or quenching your thirst. love, when the sky sends you rain! And then you cry! Places either out of sadness due to the bursting of the clouds at the wrong time and in the wrong place or out of luck, because the rainbow caused by the Sun still defeated him.

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THERE ARE CLUES IN THE HALLWAYS OF THE SOUL

У ходницима ДУШЕ ИМА ТРАГОВА

У ходницима сећања постоје трагови који нас врте у круг.

 Не везуј своју душу. Буди свој или нико!

ТРАГОВИ У ДУШИ

You know, in life there are clues
that can never disappear,
nothing can erase them,
not even forgetting!
So I run to meet the storm,
not caring about what I will lose, but just the same
i want to keep
what i can’t have
that which does not exist! And I know that there is neither beginning nor end, neither good nor evil, neither happiness nor unhappiness… We exist in a circle, in a labyrinth, where there is no exit or entrance. So what is there then? Impermanence, uncertainty, waiting. Small fists and big wishes… Sometimes all the coldness of this world screams inside me,
and I wonder again, where is the warmth? I have run all my circles in life! The present is not a life’s dream! People leave for no real reason, come back, pat on the back. Human inhumanity and selfish mockery. No one will be the first to start being a good person. To fight man for man! Love is replaced by illusions, illusions by sadness, friendships are lost, new faces come… And everything goes in a circle.

IN THE HALLS OF MEMORY

In the corridors of my memory, where I keep my childhood memories, there are too many dark rooms that I don’t want to visit! Even the memory hurts. When they break your wings and you have yet to fly, when they put the stone of fate on your back, without asking if it might be too heavy, when they point a finger at you, those whose palms are dirtier than the dust in which they stand, and you you are just a child who wants to fly, who wants to live in fairy tales and dream the most beautiful dreams! Stolen childhood always leaves a mark in the soul! Simply, something is missing. Maybe it’s just that touch of a hand in your hair, maybe a kiss on the tip of your nose, maybe a hug that says, “I protect you from the cruel world”! And forever remains a mark in the soul of the prematurely matured… Such a childhood only writes its own fairy tales, so that in it sometimes they ran away! I never dreamed of becoming Cinderella. I knew that fairy tale well enough!

WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES

When I close my eyes, while all my sufferings are absorbed into the walls of my soul, don’t think that you have defeated me, you haughty saint, because I am speechless and bleary-eyed, stuck on your obstacles, which you selflessly throw at me. I stand up to tell you that you are sending me in vain, who will not love me enough, I will always love! I will pick up all the thorns that I stepped on, because you, you crazy saint, gave me the wrong directions and mocked just one human being, who needs to cry, to clean the same dark walls of the soul and love happily, without fears and dark clouds , who lived a life, fighting in vain…

LEAVE YOURSELF ALONE

I wonder, did it make sense to talk on the air, thinking that people will understand you, who don’t hear you at all… Does it make sense to buy waste of time and live in hope, waiting in place and tearing apart only your soul, which is slowly cracking along the seams, on in a place where it barely composed itself… Does silence have a better weight than the poison from other people’s mouths, who don’t even know that they have broken the sphere in which it has been blowing for a long time, when it is shaken just a little… From human inhumanity, pearls they close in shells… Every heart held in the palm of the hand, with the trust of a child, bursts in the games of an adult man! And that’s why catch the air in your lungs and live life! Leave yourself alone!

DO NOT CHANGE YOUR SOUL

It is no longer important what we wanted to say

And is it permanent or fleeting?

At that moment, we know how much bigger we are

And if we are just a shadow waiting.

It doesn’t matter anymore what is hidden there

Behind that truth, which is kept silent,

The lie served became only,

Permanently wrapped in some bad shine.

We accept the game and live like it

As if a miracle will bring back our days,

We suffered in vain and very easily,

We can heal all our wounds.

This world offers us a million smiles

A million joys around every corner

Don’t chain your soul and be nobody,

Don’t be a woman, someone who mocks.

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TEACH ME ,LIFE TO BE FIGHTER

Teach me, life
to be a fighter
to leap the unthinkable,
To remember only the best,
To forget the bitter taste in my mouth!
Teach me, life
yes every tear
once dry,
that the moon is a wanderer through the night,
but that the Sun comes at dawn
teach me life
I’m afraid of the basic steps…
Because I hit obstacles,
Where the falls are.
Where the wounds are!
teach me life
to recognize faces under masks
To find a love in which there are no lies and deceptions
Teach me, life!

 

 

DON’T TOUCH MY FREEDOM

You think you know me, but you don’t know that I died twice and that I came back to life through a dense mass of unloving people, with bent backs… and felt that strange taste of freedom and peace… You think you know the real me, but you don’t guessed how much the restlessness hurt me to the point of weakness and what pressure I felt in the place where my heart was pounding while my soul was bleeding until the river flowed from my eye, cleared the way and made a mouth… Where it poured in, swallowed by bitterness, it cleansed the pain … You think you know me, but you don’t know how emotional and romantic I am, that you could draw a smile on me with one red rose… And that’s why… Don’t touch my freedom, if you don’t want to stay here and not deprive me of my peace if you leave… Maybe I would die again, and I finally feel alive in my freedom… If you wake up my love and leave… you broke both me and my freedom!

FIND THE LIGHT

…I will tell you then, that I am no longer broken and that I have put myself together with the last puzzle of life, scattered in a box without touch, without words and hugs. Wandering through the dark corridors, with a soul made of glass, which breaks into thousands of small pieces, while hitting obstacles and feeling the cuts of the blade, like living wounds, somewhere near the Seine, at the end of the tunnel, I saw a strange light… Only my light! And I realize that I was already hungry and thirsty and naked and barefoot… Sick and alone! You can’t do anything to me anymore, because I walked, stretching out my hands to my light. To my only light!

THE ROAD TO PARIS

When you feel that you need to change something, then go to Paris.
Hide under that sky and wait!
Drag the tired suitcases of sorrow with you
and throw it into the muddy river.
Visualize the size of yourself by looking at the height of such a sky.
Overcome the fears and pent-up pains and bad people that happened on that road and on the old runway from where we raised our wings and left. Because everything becomes dust, easily blown away by the winds. And that’s why go to Paris, crawl into Parc Montsouris and give yourself a rosy dream of happiness. At least for a moment. And kick the dust of sadness and despair, let it echo through the dark night, find yourself and people like you and you will see that happiness comes out at dawn, which shines on you. And you will know that you were born again, somewhere in a big city, close to the Great River.

 

WALK, RUN, CRAWLE, BUT DON’T GIVE UP

When you want to leave, then you have to leave and don’t look back. Walk, run, crawl on the dusty and muddy road, but don’t stop. Go, because it was not in vain that the cloud obscured your Sun and spilled the rain because of someone’s carelessness, to be a river that flows, and not a rose that never withers. Return to the nest, where you flew from, and find the peace and warmth of your own heaven! You belong there.

 

 

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FORGET, FORGIVE, BREATHE DEEPLY

Forget, forgive and breathe deeply… Accept the unacceptable… Trust those who lie to you… Nod your head and move on! A smile! Laugh out loud! Cry even harder! Touch it ! Accept the touch! Believe in beauty! Breathe deeply… Be a shoulder to cry on! Be a help! Be an open palm! Be a heart on your lapel! Breathe deeply… Listen with your heart! Fear the brave! Laugh at yourself…Nothing is serious enough! Say what you think! Think what you say! Don’t think too much… Learn to say “Goodbye”! Be your reflection in the mirror, even when all other mirrors are broken…Breathe your air and live…and breathe deeply…

BORN AGAIN!

Not so long ago, see off a loved one, at the station i Paris, where the bus to my country leaves, where I lookedn into your eyes, my heart split, one part stays, the other travels… I don’t remember a more difficult parting, than the one on that to the Paris station, where I fell… Fell into a new tomorrow, to fight the pain and the situation… I was floating somewhere above two women who were hugging each other tight and convulsively… mother and daughter… I was floating and watching souls suffering from pain, for a better tomorrow… for some smiles and joys, which we missed… And we missed them a lot. .. I return to childhood, youth, erase, correct mistakes… And fall… .I enter a new tomorrow. The command would be to lay down like this, hug whatever I want with my arms. It would be my turn to spit in the face of those who, not only me, but also the loved ones around me, took peace, the right to freedom… The right to my own silence… It’s time to turn all the pain into the desert dust and let the winds fly , of a peaceful future to blow them up, to be gone… I took by the hand the suffering from which my whole body ached and took it to a place near the Seine, in Paris, the city of light, and let it go… Let it go down the water.. .Let it go a hundred feet from me… For it was half breathing, half beating, half broken wings and like a phoenix from the ashes I was reborn! And here…I’m laughing at life and the joys that come to me day by day…And here, I’m alive…Yes, I entered that new tomorrow, but I’m smiling.. I’m happy and I am now!

I HOPE FOR A HOPE THAT DOESN’T GO OUT

I have never relied on mediocre, well-intentioned advice. I hated the corny lines: “It will get better, it will pass. Time heals everything!”

Let him raise his hand to whom time has healed everything! Let the one who really feels better after this sentence come forward! Let the one who passed by look at me…

I swallowed a lump that didn’t want to go there. For a long time I was suffocated by the awareness of this… For a long time I felt a devastating pressure in the place where the heart is torn apart. There, right there, it pressed me to the point of weakness. Nights, mornings… Autumn, winter and spring have passed. I hoped for summer, because I always hope… I hope… For a smile… I hope for a hope that never goes out! I hope for happiness…And I always cover fear with laughter!

HOW AFTER ALL

Those disgusting nightmaes are happening to me! In them I fight and fall…I sink…And when I wake up, I realize that everything is calm and quiet. When you come out of those dreams, you enter some intermediate space between the good – in front of you and the bad behind you. SoI have never relied on mediocre, well-intentioned advice. I hated the corny lines: “It will get better, it will pass. Time heals everything!”

Let him raise his hand to whom time has healed everything! Let the one who really feels better after this sentence come forward! Let the one who passed by look at me…

I swallowed a lump that didn’t want to go there. For a long time I was suffocated by the awareness of this… For a long time I felt a devastating pressure in the place where the heart is torn apart. There, right there, it pressed me to the point of weakness. Nights, mornings..

. Autumn, winter and spring have passed. I hoped for summer, because I always hope… I hope… For a smile… I hope for a hope that never goes out! I hope for happiness…And I always cover fear with laughter!mewhere between those two times is that huge empty space, the abyss, a black hole.

The empty space is there for you to look at all the facts, to experience, the unexperienced miseries, to cry. Forgive yourself. Supljina is there to let us know that we are completely emotionally empty… so empty that if you cut us with the edge of a knife, you wouldn’t feel a thing. We bled all the wounds. And the black hole..

it’s the hole in which we find ourselves and we don’t let anyone in, nor do we accept the hand that pulls us out of it. We created that Chinese wall and only a few will be persistent to overcome it. He won’t ask. They will drag you up. Without many questions. That magical hand, a powerful hand, knows exactly that you didn’t ask for it and in fact you needed it a lot. Let’s surrender… Let’s forget torn hands, insults, humiliation, forget bloody and torn lips.. bruises.

Let’s run…let’s run…And if we fall, let’s meet our hearts and minds. We don’t crawl! Let’s clean our knees and keep running. We live life because it is beautiful. Short. Let’s trust in God and love… Just love and be loved. Let’s stand up and fight!

LET’S FORGIVE EVERYONE

If someone hurts you, betrays you, or breaks your heart, forgive them because they helped you learn something about trust and the importance of being careful with who you open your heart to.

If someone loves you, you love him unconditionally, not only because he loves you, but also because he teaches you to love and opens your heart and eyes to things that you would never see or feel without him. Appreciate every moment and take everything from it. is possible because you will not be given a second chance for such an experience .. be free and look high. Lift your head because you have the right to it, tell yourself that you are a wonderful person and believe in yourself, because if you don’t believe in yourself, neither will others…your life can be wonderful…go and live it…And when a tear falls, because of delusions and false ideals and limitations between man and man, man and God…I bow down to the ground to this holy drop that pour for my salvation too… That tear that clouds the eye, let it clear the mind… And there is not a single punishment that resonates as strongly as a tear shed because of human inhumanity!

Everything is possible

Everything is possible, everything is within reach, only one must not give up. It’s hard until you make up your mind, then all obstacles seem impassable, all difficulties insurmountable. But when you tear yourself away from your indecisive self, when you overcome your despondency, unimagined paths open up before you, and the world is no longer cramped and full of threats! Thank you God for all the experiences and thank you that I came out of everything stronger and braver!

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GOD IS WITHIN US

GOD IS WITHIN US

God is omnipotent, God is always with us, God is in us, if we believe and help ourselves! We will understand then, God is in us!

Excerpt from the book “Don’t touch my mom”

– God, you are powerful… God, have mercy on me a sinner and save me… My son will find me powerless in the hands of an arrogant giant. But the tear is the queen… The tear is the most powerful water force I know… And the rain that merges with it cannot wash away the trail of water from the eye to the lips. Where, for God’s sake, do dreams of red roses and happiness break? Dreams, which we did not realize! We didn’t change the world. The world was changing us…

My beret fell beside me. My gaze froze on her for a few seconds. My hands were shaking as if they were broken. I got up, slowly, looking for light, because it seemed to me that everything was black… Dear God, everything was black… That night, I covered my eyes with my hands, wanting firmly to go through the mirror again , into the land of wonder and the blue rabbit , not to be afraid of the djinn, who raises his lead hand only as a sign of kindness, without harming his body, who does not have the ugliest face in the world, but a gentle voice that calms… That night, I wanted to stay in that wonderland, where the stars transformed into all the heavenly saints, who with their voices soothe a tired body and a torn soul, because they listen to a silent prayer… And the voice of a boy who breaks a mirror with his hands and lets out a cry… Don’t touch my mom, don’t touch my mom. ..

Life must go on!

…I found myself, in a motionless view through the glass, of an already known place, without blinking, nailed to the people walking down the street… in that second of my life, the whole film unfolded through my gaze, dull, concrete, undefined… .where does the humanity of certain people disappear, where does it disappear, all the effort and investment and sacrifice in something that wasn’t even worth it… I’m not afraid of those withered flowers and spilled ashes, but the thought made my head heavy, that I want to let out a sick cry and for everyone to hear me, but… instead of that animal cry, from human inhumanity, I just uttered: “Life must go on.”
For a long time I was tormented by the awareness that no woman should suffer any kind of violence. Why don’t you scream silently, it hurts more than screaming out loud? You just have to fight against it… But you have to find a way…

We must find our other half

And that’s why I’ll tell you: Let’s protect that little light…from storms…from the wind…from those who don’t know what the word “HEART” means…from those who look down when they talk to you about love …whose hand is cold… Let’s guard our hearts and share its warmth,, with those who love us … and there are many who need us and how much they need us… We must not make eternal sacrifices of women. We must find our other half, our other self, not by getting into relationships without meaning, schemes and combinations without obligations. We never know how we will fare. Enchanted, we enchant each other, we fly, we fall, we settle in someone’s heart and then we break up. To pieces We suffer and suffer. We’ve been getting together for months. But let’s get together. Let this story be a bad example of a wrong choice to save your life. Let no woman wait for tomorrow to change. The devil crouches in the corner and waits for you to come along and destroy you.

You will be happy when you live life according to your own standards. Free!

I don’t have a single new feature to characterize me as a significantly different person or a better person. I don’t even have a new starting point, but I’m aware that I suffered a fall with consequences and got up. I was both hungry and thirsty. But I persevered. I came back to your life in another form. I still stumble over the human heart, I still look for the good in every human being. I still believe that love will save the world. And if I met the ugliest face, experienced it, felt it on my own skin. I still believe in fairy tales. I’m just a lot more careful now. Point your finger at yourself, at your reflection in the mirror. Curse your reflection. Do not touch someone else’s. And you will be happy when you live life according to your own standards. Free!

And finally…

The night that changed my life remained deep inside me to live, as God’s punishment. The night I died, watching the tiny hands that break the mirror and let out a cry… The night when I flew to the heavenly saints and came back to push away the big giant and save the innocent heart of the boy, the little guardian angel, who cried a river of tears to the sky and let a cry to God. Don’t touch my mom…

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THOUGHT GOVERNS THE HEAD AND THE HEART

The thought with which we go to bed and the thought with which we get up

There are things that we do not get rid of easily, because our head is full of thoughts, the worst and worst thoughts with which we wake up and lie down and fall … And sink. As if we are not guilty … We feel sorry for ourselves and see no way out. And we collect bad thoughts, as a treasure we keep in our heads and do not get rid of. We live trapped by the past, with no steps forward. Destroyed.

… Forget the ugly parts, the books you’ve already read, with the ending you know in advance. Forget that you were bitten by those who did not dare, as you forgave and pointed your finger at your reflection in the mirror. You felt guilty, corrected your mistakes, ran away and returned to the crime scene, only to be wounded again and imagine happy for a single word. When you overcome yourself indecisively and leave, out of due respect for yourself, you will know well how the sunset can evoke an indescribable feeling of calm. You have the right to love. Who can take away your personal right ?! Look for it! Indulge … You are not someone’s destiny. Nor is your destiny tied to people hurting you, intentionally or accidentally. Turn around and go to meet the new dawn.

The moon guarded the star

I will tell you, once a story about the Moon, which protected its star and the Sun that gives life to the earth … I will tell you, once a story about the man who wounded man and cut him down, on the way of life, on the rise, knocked him down to the floor , with hatred and arrogant betrayal, and rose above him. I will tell you the story of a butterfly, which lived only one day, happy, flew over a world full of gray and met love … I will tell you, once a story, about an invisible soul, which hurts when the mind suffers, because it does not accept defeat or loss and strikes a place where the heart forks and destroys your body to pieces and then you are not even alive for yourself, let alone for people …

Let’s find our place among people

In another’s world, under another’s sky, where you know no one, every crumb seems to you like salvation from hunger, every outstretched hand as if born! Every word as consolation. Lost, we get lost even more in a fake smile and warm eyes and then we don’t see the difference between the door that stands closed to you and the one open from the heart on the other side of the tunnel. No light is eternal. Nor is darkness the only color. There are those people of mine, good people, who both cheer my heart with colors. I have my own color for each of them. It’s a huge spectrum when you paint it into people. Love comes and goes. And when the light goes out in a dark tunnel, another one, perhaps stronger, worth fighting, will appear, without searching! And then it happens … It was once in a big city, on the banks of the Seine!

Everything goes in a circle.

You know, there are clues in life
which can never disappear,
nothing can erase them,
… not even oblivion …
So I run to meet the storm,
not caring about what I will lose, but the same
I want to keep
what I can’t have,
what does not exist … And I know that there is no beginning or end, no good or evil, no happiness or misfortune … We exist in a circle, in a labyrinth, where there is no way out … Well, then what is there ? Volatility, uncertainty, waiting .. Small fists and big desires … Sometimes all the coldness of this world screams in me,
and again I wonder, where is the heat? I have run all my circles in life … The present is not a life dream … People leave for no real reason, they come back, pat on the shoulder, Human inhumanity and selfish mockery in vain. No one will be the first to start being a good man. To fight man for man … Love alternates for illusions, illusions for sadness, friendships seep, new faces come … And everything goes in a circle.

And finally

… There is no bad time, which the living man has not overcome, nor bad faces, which he has not erased …

Beauty

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VICTIMS OF MANIPULATORS

VICTIMS OF MANIPULATORS

Today we will talk about the topic of manipulation, because consciously or unconsciously we become victims of manipulators, to the extent that we are lost in time and space with ourselves, unable to oppose, because we no longer believe in ourselves.

VICTIMS OF MANIPULATORS I became my own victim with someone else’s will and conscientious manipulation. Lonely and tired, eager for attention, nice words and manners. Eager for security and support, I longed in the darkness and every night it made me long, to tuck my head on someone’s chest and sleep … Just to sleep, safe sleep, no jerks, no people hurting me, no tears … I hug myself !
I fell in love with the night, as God, who was the only one who listened to my silent prayer and gave me strength for a new day and a fight that was just around the corner. I felt a heavy stone on my chest that did not allow me to breathe. And with a heavy effort, I inhaled the air, looking at my chest, how hard it was to move. I was in love and ready for all the craziness because of the father of my children. Where did that love go? How thin is the thread from love to hate? Why I miss the hug. An honest, strong, masculine hug. I forced my brain to sleep, but without success. And at the crack of dawn, when the first roosters are already heard, a deep sleep overwhelms me and I always dream, I am always in Alice’s dream in Wonderland. And I live and breathe … Surrounded by people who fill my heart with happiness … I sank like the Titanic, because with the force of a desperate soul I hit a huge iceberg and broke in half … I sank, but I didn’t dare … Mollla life to teach me to be a fighter, to skip the unthinkable
To remember only the most beautiful,
To forget the bitter taste in my mouth..And that every tear will dry up once.If it’s the moon, just a wanderer through the night,
but that the sun comes at dawn …
I was afraid of my basic steps …
Because, so weak, I hit obstacles,
Where there are falls., Where there are wounds and unbearable pain

Nobody’s woman playing manipulators

Dawn always reminded me that I was alive, showering the sun’s rays over my tired face and bringing back a smile, where sadness left a deep mark of pain. Smile and big steps tomorrow. As it should be.And every day was like a copy. I force myself to smile and sing, I spread positive vibrations … I strain every part of my brain twists. But it’s hard … It’s hard, when someone becomes a stranger to you and you know that, every sacrifice was in vain. It’s hard when you don’t love your someone anymore, because he killed the woman in me, the woman who loves and wants … It’s hard, when you go back to the same question years ago, “Whose wife am I?” “Alone and own … Nobody’s !!! She always was, just nobody’s.

Then comes the violence

And every time I get a heart attack, I think, “enough is enough, more” .. But somehow it’s not … Years of bad decisions are coming. Clumsy guidelines and rusty signposts. On that path of life, where there is no signpost, nor any warning, that you are on the wrong turn, He entered my life, He! A magical smile and words of consolation in a half-drunk state caused a bad decision to be made. In the whirlpool of life, where we do not know how and where to sink, nor in what way to affect the hands of salvation, at a given moment, where we do not see the difference between the Sun illuminating the day nor the Moon wandering through the night, one warm word and one dangerous moment ., just a moment …. And your life is going in the completely wrong and fatal direction. And it becomes a life that is not worth living. I only know one thing, that I longed for some shoulder, on which I will tuck your head and feel safe. It’s in my brain instead the squeak of tires and blood echoed … violence … For the first few months, I felt like a queen. Everything was sweet, served in the palm of your hand, wrapped in pink cellophane, as if waiting for a moment, to open the evil, which is wrapped in beautiful foil and to start the mission

My life became his property

Black thoughts and a life without a goal, in slavery and the claws of violent behavior, took me part by part. I was disappearing. The smile totally fell silent. I didn’t work. I lost everything. Jobs, friends … My life became his property

Think of the people who care about you

I lived the life of a mummy for months. She assembled her brain and body piece by piece. I didn’t see people as they passed me and looked at me strangely. For months I lined up, the people I love and who have suffered with me. The faces I left in Serbia, the people I desperately wanted to hug. I had a strong need to talk to them while looking them in the eye, to tell them all how much I love them, how much I miss them. I walked in all these strange people who passed by me, I was looking for my faces, my people, where the heart remained, in the country of Serbia. I desperately tried to see my old mother and to hug and cry her like a child, in her lap, where I only felt safe, to bring back the time of a carefree childhood, until I got up from my arms and broke away from evil people, to fight like lion. Where I fell, to correct mistakes. I met on the street, various people, my faces are nowhere to be found … And then, I realized … There are new people, new eyes, new hugs, I love these faces too. I love and I am happy, because they stayed with me there, in the place where I completely broke to pieces. Completely destroyed and put together with them овде.

Beauty

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