"Life is a deceptive hill, there is nothing...
Both believing Up and descending Down, we suffer for the landscapes on the other side of the peak, and the peak is a shadow, a moment, a shadow of a moment, The top is the biggest fraud in the whole story...
As soon as we touch it, it sinks sluggishly, like a watermelon on water, and the very next moment it emerges behind us, discouragingly upstream, floating like a big black buoy that for some stellar reasons
it marks the divorce of the Time Given to Us, the time allotted to us, to the poor, as alms before the Church of the Infinite..."
" Today you are still waiting for a long time, and already tomorrow you only have to remember, and only at the end you realize that the Real Things are always on the other side of the hill, but I must not attribute this thought to myself...
Sound too familiar?
Some wax mandarin from the third millennium BC must have patented a similar saying a long time ago?"
" The silkworm of melancholy had cocooned inside me for too long, and I knew it was only a matter of time before some silly colorful butterfly would burst out of it all... I'm going to fall in love, I suddenly decided? It's autumn, of course, but I'm a little too old to wait only for spring?"
" What are you going to do, my friend... Life flies by for an hour of work... Isn't that right? Like a fast train...
Nodding my head, I squinted like a gourmand, as if I had tasted something, and now I know exactly what else could be added...
- Yes, Braško... But not as fast... More like a freight train... A train that waits for hours on a siding. . . In front of some stupid signal... To then rush past the most beautiful landscapes in the world at top speed..."
"Someone spends their emotions slowly, like fragrant soap, and someone fires their heart wildly, like a full magazine, and in one rainy April night, they give it away for the rest of their lives...
There are those porridges that are boiled for a short time and cooled for a long time, but those who tried them could not agree on whether the taste was sweet bitterness or bitter sweetness, so I never asked either of them to tell me about it...
I only know that they believed that their relationship was destined, and it was, which is the worst. From the beginning, their star suffered like a lamp in a strong draft..."
Djordje Balašević One of those lives
The day when there are no words..
That's why I quoted one of my favorite writers...
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