Month: November 2020

Majčinska ljubav / Mother’s love

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    Čista, bezuslovna, kao nebo velika… Satkana od čežnje, od bola, od svih strahova sakupljenih u zrno nade, u dečiji smeh zaodenuta, u zenici oka čuvana, neuhvatljiva, neshvatljiva, na sve spremna. Jedna je majka, jedna je ljubav, jedinstvena. Gledam svoje detence i često se pitam – Otkuda si se ti stvorilo, savršenstvo maleno? Da li sam te ja stvorila? Ne. Ja sam te samo poželela, usnila, Bogu molitvu izustila.

    Sva sam od pitanja. Gledam te, posmatram, čekam da me usmeriš na pravi put. Usput učim od tebe šta je sreća, šta je radost, šta je igra, šta je magija, šta je život, kolika je ljubav i dubina ljuskog srca, majčinskog zagrljaja.

    Volim te i zahvalna sam ti dušo malena, što postojiš, što si “moja”, što mi pružaš ogromnu priliku da svakoga dana živim ljubav.

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    Pure, unconditional, as big as the sky… Woven of longing, of pain, of all fears gathered in a grain of hope, clothed in children’s laughter, guarded in the pupil of the eye, elusive, incomprehensible, ready for anything. There is one mother, one love, unique. I look at my little one and often ask myself – Where did you come from, little perfection? Did I create you? No. I just wished for you, I dreamed, I said a prayer to God.

    I’m all from questions. I look at you, I watch you, I wait for you to guide me on the right path. Along the way, I learn from you what happiness is, what joy is, what play is, what magic is, what life is, how great is love and the depth of the human heart, the mother’s embrace.

    I love you and I am grateful to you, little baby, for existing, for being “mine”, for giving me a great opportunity to live love every day.

    Tijana Stupljanin

    Zovem se Svetlost / My name is Light

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      Nekada davno postojao je jedan čovek, putovao je svetom i delio je ljudima svoj dar. Išao je od grada do grada, od mesta do mesta, davao je najbolje od sebe svakom čoveku koga je sreo. Ljudi su mu se ili zahvaljivali i osmehivali ili su ostajali zbunjeni. Neki su se čak i ljutili i terali ga od sebe. Ipak, svuda kuda je prošao ostavio je trag. Sve ljude koje je dotakao promenio je. Posle njega ništa više nije bilo isto. Taj čovek se zvao Svetlost, a njegov dar je bila svesnost. Osvetljavao je najmračnija mesta u ljudima ostavljajući svakome svoj dar. Znate šta je zanimljivo kod darova? Da li će ga neko prihvatiti i šta će uraditi sa njim ne zavisi od onoga ko daruje, već od onoga ko taj dar prima. Mnogi su darovi ostali neotvoreni i mnogi ljudi su izabrali da i pored svetla, žive u mraku.

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      Once upon a time, there was one man who traveled the world and shared his gift with people. He went from city to city, from place to place, he gave the best of him to every man he met. People either thanked him and smiled or remained confused. Some even got angry and pushed him away. However, he left a mark everywhere he went. He changed all the people he touched. After him, nothing was the same. That man was called Light, and his gift was consciousness. He illuminated the darkest places in people, leaving everyone his gift. You know what’s interesting about gifts? Whether someone will accept it and what they will do with it does not depend on the one who gives, but on the one who receives that gift. Many gifts remained unopened and many people chose to live in the dark despite the light.

      Tijana Stupljanin

      Na početku beše reč / At the beginning of everything there was a word

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      Da li si ikada, kada se prazna stranica otvori pred tvojim očima, osetio snažan nalet energije? To je bio prvi trenutak kada sam stvarno osetila i pomislila – možda ti jesi pisac.

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      Have you ever felt a rush of energy when a blank page unfolds in front of you?  That was the first time I truly felt and thought to myself – maybe you are a writer.

      Gorela je sveća u noći bez mesečine. U naletu poslednjih kontrakcija uz vrisak moje majke začuo se i moj plač. Možda mi je baš ta noć bez zvezda i meseca odredila sudbinu – tragala sam za svetlošću. Živela sam u iluzijama, u polusnu. Umrla sam kada je nestalo ljubavi u mome srcu.

      Volela sam vruć vetar na licu, miris bagremovog cveta, golicanje trave dok trčimo po livadi bosi, vreli pesak na koži, šum talasa, mesečinu u kosi, dete u naručju, sitne prstiće, nemirne i meke, osmeh dečji kad me probudi… ali više od svega tvoj zagrljaj u noći…

      Sada znam – zauvek ću živeti! Ljubavlju kojom sam gledala životu u oči, srcem koje je volelo grčeći se od boli, snagom duše koja je pogasila sva svetla od želje da se ponovo rodi u sjaju koji će goreti poput zvezde sa severa obasjavajući puteve ka ljubavi i slobodi.

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      A candle was burning on a moonless night. In the rush of the last contractions, along with my mother’s scream, my cry was also heard. Maybe that night without stars and the moon determined my destiny – I was looking for light. I lived in the illusions, in a half-sleep. I died when the love in my heart disappeared.

      I loved the hot wind on my face, the smell of acacia flowers, tickling of the grass as we run across the meadow barefoot, hot sand on my skin, the sound of waves, the moonlight in my hair, a child in my arms, little fingers, restless and soft, a child’s smile when it wakes me… but more than anything your hug in the night …

      Now I know – I will live forever! The love with which I looked life in the eye, the heart that loved while twisting in pain, the strength of the soul that extinguished all the lights of the desire to be born again in the radiance that will burn like a star from the north illuminating the paths to love and freedom.

      Tijana Stupljanin