No more flying.
No more dreams.
Saturday 10 September 2011
My Status
I do not believe in Love.
Not any more.
I do not have anything more to lose.
You took everything.
Wednesday 7 September 2011
Eyes
http://youtu.be/_0X-GamNY5U
Only very young and very old people do look right into others eyes..They have no reason not to be honest,first one because they are at the biggining of life and second because it is theirs end.
I did questioned matter of aging and ages,maybe that is wrong but I had never thought that it is important for me to know.I can be only more gentle with younger ones,simply just I do never want to ruin theirs beautiful views on life itself.
It is hard when You cannot see someone eyes..You do never know where is a truth.
I knew Your eyes,from ancient times I knew,I did just recognise You when I saw You in Your writings.If I hurted You..You do know that was never because I wanted to.I am sorry for that,but only for that
Only very young and very old people do look right into others eyes..They have no reason not to be honest,first one because they are at the biggining of life and second because it is theirs end.
I did questioned matter of aging and ages,maybe that is wrong but I had never thought that it is important for me to know.I can be only more gentle with younger ones,simply just I do never want to ruin theirs beautiful views on life itself.
It is hard when You cannot see someone eyes..You do never know where is a truth.
I knew Your eyes,from ancient times I knew,I did just recognise You when I saw You in Your writings.If I hurted You..You do know that was never because I wanted to.I am sorry for that,but only for that
Music
Music has Her own way to peoples beautiful Hearts..No can can say so beautifuly as a music can and will.I have no trust in my words any more.All life seems so unworthy and stupied without peron we carry in our Hearts..............................................
I wish I could changge the past,i wish that I could write all Your names over the sky,to let You all know how much you are woth.
I wish I could changge the past,i wish that I could write all Your names over the sky,to let You all know how much you are woth.
The Brightest Star over my sky
You are the brightest star over mine sky.
You will eternally be the brightest star.
Eternally Your sparrow
Dobro jutro moje prijateljice,
Želim Vam dobro jutro i prekrasan dan.
Nisam znala da ste tako znatiželjne..ali žena se uči dok je živa i umire ne znajući.
Volim ja Vas jer ste tako vjerne ovome blogu.Bilo bi stvarno lijepo da ste takve i u stvarnosti.
Ugodan dan Vam želim mile moje!
ps.Jeste li naučile da osobe koje pišu blogove nisu nimalo sretne?
Good morning America!
Good evening Americans,I am giving You a Rose for good night sleep.Are You never asleep?
Happy bitrhday Tibor!
Danas je Tvoj rođendan.Želim Ti poseban,lep i blagoslovljen dan.
To koji si sebe utkao u ljepotu i dobrotu i drugima dijeliš ono najljpše i najbolje iz sebe budi sretan.Budi ponosan na svoj rad jer Danubius je mali raj na zemlji,oaza ljudi koji se vole i poštuju na ovim prostorima.
Hvala Ti što postojiš.
Hvala Ti što si mi tamo izradio svojim lijepim srcem moj čarobni kutak..ne znaš koliko sam bila sretna tamo.
Želim Ti mili,sve naljepše,radost,sreću i ljubav!
Good Morning Love
Today I am offering a morning drink with my Love!
To all of You I wish very good morning and may Your day be gentle and kind to Your beautiful Hearts.
I love You all!
Tuesday 6 September 2011
Beautiful Anastasia 2
Dear Staša,Once more thank You for everything,thank You for permission to take Your beutiful pictures from Your site.
Thank You for just being.
To all my visitors&friend from America
I want to apolosgise to all of You who lives in United States.My morning posts were not meant to be to any of You good people.I know many of You by words..I am deeply sorry if I did offend You personally.I am going through hard times,not apologise,but I am and I have no more words to write calm and nice.I am hurt mostly by people I love.That is real hard for me.Maybe I am just old fool and I do not understand world any more,no more then people.People change themself so easy..I did not forget any of words they gave me as a present.There is one very sad person among You from America,I did unintensionally hurt Her feelings but I ask forgivness so many many times..each was wrong for Her.I do not know what does She want from me..once I gave Her my heart..she left me without words for months..Some of You do know of whom I am talking abaut,from about.com.I am now too tired because I do feel Her still and I do know what She have done lately.Please,do forgive me for my words.It was for one very special person.
So,I am begging You again in front of all these poeple,just give me a break.
God bless You all in America!
with respect eternally m.
I Miss You
To miss You?!
Meadow from my dream
Long time ago,when I was little girl I played on a meadow like this.I have never thought that I will be disapier from that meadow.There are so many meadows in the world,why is this one so special?I do not knew what was there.For me it was so presious that I could only heard silence there..like when You are coming back into birth town after many many years.
It is raining day today,day of aqua..many words remaind me of this meadow.I did not knew to find the way towards her..I thought she will be there eternally.Lord,please keep this meadow safe and all the people there.
To my Visitor from USA,part 2
I have never doubt that You would not show Yourself again.
I have no comment this time.
I have no comment this time.
To my Visitor from USA
Good evening to You my loyal Visitor,or should I call You a friend?!But You are not my friend,You are coming regulary each minute I post anything here..not because You like me.I can feel people,I could always know why any of You came.I do not have friends,I have guests..I did never understood how and why did You choose to leave without words.You are brave woman coming here where my heart is open.What do You want to see?My pain?Must be,because You was not coming when I was happy.Well,it makes me,no,You make me feel partially bad just by being here.I would like to,but I do not want anything especially not from You.You show each time who You really are.Only wolfs came here and watch my sorrow.Are You happy now,are You satisfied?You have to be,You winn.You are the winner.God bless You no matter,be happy my friend.
Morning Coffee for You
Like Your friend I want to give You something even I do know that You do not need me,never did.Each time I take coffee I remember on You and our taste.My "orzo" with Your rise.From the bigginning we were different.I needed You,You did not.Well over this morning coffee I am remainding You that You have full acsses to all what is my on web,my passwort will remain the same.You can remove all You want.I do not care,and yes I am laying because I always cared.I hate when I am weak but iz was not meant to be,never really.Someone very bright once said that there is no anding for what is always.Love cannot die.If she does,that was not love at all.Be blessed my friend!I wish You as always joy & Love
Good morning!
I don't want to write very much,I want to close myself into a silence.My friends on Danubius say on their photo,that the only thing we are going to take with ourselves is footsteps of Love.That is the only thing we gave to the world.
I don't want to commant this,I know it is true.
But do we all?
Why?
Take my heart I gave it to You freely.Why did You had to take all I had?.I do not believe in love any more..you took it from me.Why??.Monday 5 September 2011
My Lord
Please be with me tonight.Just one night,just this one.I cannot stay alone.
Please be here in my heart.You are the only one who know colours of my Love..if I have to live on,be with me from this moment on,do not ever leave me.
Bless all thouse who were in my heart and the one who is always in.I cannot wish then her joy and happines what ever it takes,what ever she wants.
Just be with me tonight.Amen.
Do You really need a words?
Do You really need the words?
You do know all my words,I will send my the most treasured words so You could put them together into a meaning:
Love,breath,Life,Naithingale,a Poet,Rainbow,heart,timeless,a passion,star,Universe,wings,poem,swan,meadow,bee,baterfly,garden of Roses,
white Rose,wriitings,a dance,sky,eternally,beloved,adoring,a dream,a wish,Lake of dreams,timless,breathless,eyes,smile,warm,secred,a Woman,an artist,ballerina,piano,music,a word,an ocean,a river,the Sun,a Nature,a grass,the book,idealisam,the Moon,a Journey,the Feather,a endless space,between,unise,The Sonnet,Bright,embrace of love,my Wife.
You do know all my words,I will send my the most treasured words so You could put them together into a meaning:
Love,breath,Life,Naithingale,a Poet,Rainbow,heart,timeless,a passion,star,Universe,wings,poem,swan,meadow,bee,baterfly,garden of Roses,
white Rose,wriitings,a dance,sky,eternally,beloved,adoring,a dream,a wish,Lake of dreams,timless,breathless,eyes,smile,warm,secred,a Woman,an artist,ballerina,piano,music,a word,an ocean,a river,the Sun,a Nature,a grass,the book,idealisam,the Moon,a Journey,the Feather,a endless space,between,unise,The Sonnet,Bright,embrace of love,my Wife.
Sunday 4 September 2011
Khalil Gilbran Love letters
EXTRACT FROM LOVE LETTERS
-Each and every one of us must have a resting place somewhere.The
resting place of my soul is a beautiful grove where my knowledge of you
lives.
-I realised that all the trouble I ever had about you came from some smallness or fear in myself.
-The most wonderful thing is that U and I are always walking
together,hand in hand,in a strangely beautiful world,unknown to other
people.We both stretch one hand to receive from Life-and Life is
generous endeed.
-Each and every one of us must have a resting place somewhere.The
resting place of my soul is a beautiful grove where my knowledge of you
lives.
-I realised that all the trouble I ever had about you came from some smallness or fear in myself.
-The most wonderful thing is that U and I are always walking
together,hand in hand,in a strangely beautiful world,unknown to other
people.We both stretch one hand to receive from Life-and Life is
generous endeed.
For You
This is my 100 posts.I want to celebrate it with You.
Thank You for being here.
May this be blessings to us both!
with love
Dear Sappho
Dear Sappho,
Today is very important day in my life.Before I go into it,I came here to read once more this,one of the most beautiful poem I ' red in my whole life (and I red so many..).I want to feel joy of aweakeness once more.To You writing looks like breathing,so natural,so easy;that's my reading looks alike.
I wanted so much to write a critique for this poem.Why?I do believe that is the most what can anyone of us do to the poet.In commenting on a poem we're trying to help the writer whether She has succeeded in what she set out to do in the poem.It's therefofe important not only to say wheter we like or dislike something but also to say specifically why.However,sometimes it is not always easy for people doing their critiques to identify precisely !why! they like a poem or not,and sometimes I don't even know would poets like to have a cristque.
So,because of all that,I did read "Song of Sappho" aloud several times,and tryed and focused on what I think the overall message or meaning is.It's called poem summary.Here all is about Love,old Love,new one in the very beginnings.I did never wrote streight into the reply windows.I did print out this poem and I did carry it with me for several days,making annotations as ideas about it come to me.In other words;I don't like to rush.So now I can say litlle more I like to share with You:
In the reading the poem aloud I like the way how words do sound,they easily trips off the toungue.Sentences has their own elegancy in awkwardly and individual words are used (diction) seem to "fit".Ouite often Your poems have a specific speaker,or "voice",very important and here in Song I found it is convincing in the contest of whole sond.Voice,so call it,is Your very own Heart.This poem is easily seen like a paintings.It is quite a rare poem that is successful by being vague but You did it with Song.I try to see and didn't find abstract concepts and I do admire You for that.You are sowing us particulac kind of love but so discreet and with eleganse that I must say I was supriced because of Your age.Methaphors is an even stronger way to show characteristics,the poet transfer the actual indentity but in most original words.Lines in poems are sometimes short and do slow up reading speed but with imense importants.But longer lines are put there for very good reason.Fragmantations is very nicely wrriten.I do adore it.
Now I have to go.I am asked for.Keep writing and please,never stop.
As always Joy and Love
milena
That was written on 18.th of August 2011AD.It was about the most beautiful poem I have ever read in my life.I cannot write here this poem,it was written by my young friend ,if I ever get her permission to copy it here I will be honoured to bring it here.
I was givenn permission to translate this poem on croatian so I am working on it and when I finish I do hope She will give me permission to put it here.That day was very important day of my life also because that was last day I heard voice of my beloved Lady.
Today is very important day in my life.Before I go into it,I came here to read once more this,one of the most beautiful poem I ' red in my whole life (and I red so many..).I want to feel joy of aweakeness once more.To You writing looks like breathing,so natural,so easy;that's my reading looks alike.
I wanted so much to write a critique for this poem.Why?I do believe that is the most what can anyone of us do to the poet.In commenting on a poem we're trying to help the writer whether She has succeeded in what she set out to do in the poem.It's therefofe important not only to say wheter we like or dislike something but also to say specifically why.However,sometimes it is not always easy for people doing their critiques to identify precisely !why! they like a poem or not,and sometimes I don't even know would poets like to have a cristque.
So,because of all that,I did read "Song of Sappho" aloud several times,and tryed and focused on what I think the overall message or meaning is.It's called poem summary.Here all is about Love,old Love,new one in the very beginnings.I did never wrote streight into the reply windows.I did print out this poem and I did carry it with me for several days,making annotations as ideas about it come to me.In other words;I don't like to rush.So now I can say litlle more I like to share with You:
In the reading the poem aloud I like the way how words do sound,they easily trips off the toungue.Sentences has their own elegancy in awkwardly and individual words are used (diction) seem to "fit".Ouite often Your poems have a specific speaker,or "voice",very important and here in Song I found it is convincing in the contest of whole sond.Voice,so call it,is Your very own Heart.This poem is easily seen like a paintings.It is quite a rare poem that is successful by being vague but You did it with Song.I try to see and didn't find abstract concepts and I do admire You for that.You are sowing us particulac kind of love but so discreet and with eleganse that I must say I was supriced because of Your age.Methaphors is an even stronger way to show characteristics,the poet transfer the actual indentity but in most original words.Lines in poems are sometimes short and do slow up reading speed but with imense importants.But longer lines are put there for very good reason.Fragmantations is very nicely wrriten.I do adore it.
Now I have to go.I am asked for.Keep writing and please,never stop.
As always Joy and Love
milena
That was written on 18.th of August 2011AD.It was about the most beautiful poem I have ever read in my life.I cannot write here this poem,it was written by my young friend ,if I ever get her permission to copy it here I will be honoured to bring it here.
I was givenn permission to translate this poem on croatian so I am working on it and when I finish I do hope She will give me permission to put it here.That day was very important day of my life also because that was last day I heard voice of my beloved Lady.
Lost in Translation
My beloved Lady
I am trying to see all things needed to be calm in life.I do not have lot of time so I am doing all the best I can.Looking posts here I do realised how much I miss You.It is hard to give time to other exept You,hm?
"Lost in translation"..well from time to time I just let my Heart do all the writing.I do not like grammaer..I am not like You.You take You time and do it perfectly.That's one of the reason why do I love You in the first place.Love can't loose herself in translation.That is all Beauty of Love.I wish You very wonderful days full of joy and smiles.May You be blessed by thoese who have something to tell You.
I adore Thee,eternally your
I am trying to see all things needed to be calm in life.I do not have lot of time so I am doing all the best I can.Looking posts here I do realised how much I miss You.It is hard to give time to other exept You,hm?
"Lost in translation"..well from time to time I just let my Heart do all the writing.I do not like grammaer..I am not like You.You take You time and do it perfectly.That's one of the reason why do I love You in the first place.Love can't loose herself in translation.That is all Beauty of Love.I wish You very wonderful days full of joy and smiles.May You be blessed by thoese who have something to tell You.
I adore Thee,eternally your
Danubius forum
Hmmm,again I am putting my forum here on my blog.
I do have a reason for this.
Go I find my reason!
My adored beloved
My beloved,
I do not want to write a poem here,i do not want to write any more poems.There is really no poetry in life so it is all so far what I want to give You.In the future I do not believe.I believed in something what is not here any more.I want to be brave and look into a life no matter what is means.I have never thought that we could lose ourself in translations.I know we are not lost.Never.It is imposible for that what we had.
Someone here would be very glad to know all that but I do not mind that any more.It was what it meant to be,nothing less,nothing more.I am sorry for all words especially thoese unspoken.But You know me as much as I know You.The game we played was beautiful untill last part but how did old Willy said:
We are all actors.....and life is a stage.I know I am parafrasing it,my memory doesn't work any more and I do not care.It was all what could only be,a dream.Willy has one play,I did forgot the title,the Summer night dream..ha ha ha..I can imagine how would be to be an actor.I could never be an actor.I could play some games,I could even dance but I could never preform that I am something I am not or play with being in love.I wold never be on Your place..i am too honest and too proud for this.I am,but yes,I am still so proud of my love towards Thee..I am proud to be different in this world where everything is about a game.How can anyone call that a game?Really just a simple,plaine game?I do not believe,I do not want to believe.I am tired but still awake,I am still waiting.It is not my first time,You knew that I would wait like an ancient woman.I believe in loyalty..I do not write a word corectly,I don't mind that either.I have to be calm to be able to write without mistackes but now I am not calm.I am little sick when I remember all what was said between us.
No,I had never played with anybody in life.Even Cristina knew that.I do not know how long I am going to write this here,maybe it would be better if I start writing about some poems here.I told You before,I found here some really good writings.It was better when I was doing that what I know the best.You didn't have to be jalouse of any of here,I just love to read and write about poems.Yes,I do miss my work,what is someoone without it's work.Because of You I left many of them without a word,that was not nice.You will be suprice when You come home.I took liberty to translate some of writings from here,well at least I am starting to live again.Yes,without You.I am going back to be what I always was,just one reader here.Nothing more.I will learn myself how to breath again.I will.I have to.I will never ever come close noone.You took me opportunity to choose by myself.Hope was empty word.There is no hope in my side of story.
I wish You all the best in life.Be careful next time.I love You,I will always love You,I promiced You,until my last breath.
Eternally Yours,Sparrow
I do not want to write a poem here,i do not want to write any more poems.There is really no poetry in life so it is all so far what I want to give You.In the future I do not believe.I believed in something what is not here any more.I want to be brave and look into a life no matter what is means.I have never thought that we could lose ourself in translations.I know we are not lost.Never.It is imposible for that what we had.
Someone here would be very glad to know all that but I do not mind that any more.It was what it meant to be,nothing less,nothing more.I am sorry for all words especially thoese unspoken.But You know me as much as I know You.The game we played was beautiful untill last part but how did old Willy said:
We are all actors.....and life is a stage.I know I am parafrasing it,my memory doesn't work any more and I do not care.It was all what could only be,a dream.Willy has one play,I did forgot the title,the Summer night dream..ha ha ha..I can imagine how would be to be an actor.I could never be an actor.I could play some games,I could even dance but I could never preform that I am something I am not or play with being in love.I wold never be on Your place..i am too honest and too proud for this.I am,but yes,I am still so proud of my love towards Thee..I am proud to be different in this world where everything is about a game.How can anyone call that a game?Really just a simple,plaine game?I do not believe,I do not want to believe.I am tired but still awake,I am still waiting.It is not my first time,You knew that I would wait like an ancient woman.I believe in loyalty..I do not write a word corectly,I don't mind that either.I have to be calm to be able to write without mistackes but now I am not calm.I am little sick when I remember all what was said between us.
No,I had never played with anybody in life.Even Cristina knew that.I do not know how long I am going to write this here,maybe it would be better if I start writing about some poems here.I told You before,I found here some really good writings.It was better when I was doing that what I know the best.You didn't have to be jalouse of any of here,I just love to read and write about poems.Yes,I do miss my work,what is someoone without it's work.Because of You I left many of them without a word,that was not nice.You will be suprice when You come home.I took liberty to translate some of writings from here,well at least I am starting to live again.Yes,without You.I am going back to be what I always was,just one reader here.Nothing more.I will learn myself how to breath again.I will.I have to.I will never ever come close noone.You took me opportunity to choose by myself.Hope was empty word.There is no hope in my side of story.
I wish You all the best in life.Be careful next time.I love You,I will always love You,I promiced You,until my last breath.
Eternally Yours,Sparrow
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