KENŠO NA RECI

Nestvaran predeo (mog srca)...
Da sam htela da izmislim pejzaž sa sopstvenu sebe, ovako bi izgledao....Milošću Tvorca sam ga srela.
Otada ga nosim - u sebi. I znam, jedna JA je ostala na reci. Baš tu, ispod slapa. Kao neki eterični dvojnik, dvojnik duše. Kao rečna vila.
I zove me...da se ponovo sretnemo, i ucelovimo....
Verujem, biće to uskoro...
Slutim, biće ponovo grmljavina, kao nekada na dan Sv.Gavrijela....Spremam se za susret, čistim srce, duša treba da bude čista poput prvog snega....
Zato valjda suze...zato valjda sve.
Ali ono što pruža najveću nadu -to je taj unutarnji smešak...tu je ...i zrije...


 Unreal landscape (my heart) ...

If I wanted to invent a landscape with its own self, this would be like....grace of the Creator .... I met him.

Since then wear it - in itself. I know, one I stayed on the river. Right there, under the waterfall. As an etheric double, the double soul. As river villa.

And called me ... to meet again, and achieve wholeness....

I believe it will be soon ...

I suspect, will again thunder, as once per day St. Gabriel .... I'm getting ready to meet, pure heart, the soul should be as clean as the first snow ....

So I guess the tears ... so I guess all.

But what gives the most hope-it is this inner smile ... there is ... and ripens ...