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I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You by Pablo Neruda

 I do not love you except because I love you; I go from loving to not loving you, From waiting to not waiting for you

 My heart moves from cold to fire. I love you only because it's you the one I love; I hate you deeply, and hating you .Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Maybe January light will consume My heart with its cruel Ray, stealing my key to true calm. In this part of the story I am the one who Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you, Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.

Christopher Smith - Gently Gently from Boompa Records on Vimeo.

There's a path that leads to Nowhere In a meadow that I know,
Where an inland river rises And the stream is still and slow;
There it wanders under willows And beneath the silver green
Of the birches' silent shadows Where the early violets lean.

Other pathways lead to Somewhere, But the one I love so well
Had no end and no beginning--- Just the beauty of the dell,
Just the windflowers and the lilies Yellow striped as adder's tongue,
Seem to satisfy my pathway As it winds their sweets among.

There I go to meet the Springtime, When the meadow is aglow,
Marigolds amid the marshes, And the stream is still and slow;
There I find my fair oasis, And with carefree feet I tread
For the pathway leads to Nowhere, And the blue is overhead.

All the ways that lead to Somewhere Echo with the hurrying feet
Of the struggling and the Striving But the way I find so sweet
Bids me dream and bids me linger---

Joy and Beauty are its goal;
On the path that leads to Nowhere I have sometimes found my soul.

by Corinne Roosevelt Robinson

God gave us the gift of life; it is up to us to give ourselves the gift of living well.
Voltaire

The true value of a human being can be found in the degree to which he has attained liberation from the self.

Negdje sam pročitala da je M. Ghandi , iako odrastao u bogatoj porodici , odrekao se svega i posjedovao samo pet stvari ; zdjelu za jelo, naočare, papuče, sat i ogrtač.  U tom momentu sam osjetila, gotovo fizički, lakoću takvog postojanja (nema veze sa M. Kunderom) i beskrajnu  slobodu koje to ne posjedovanje daje .U ovom vremenu kada nas mnogi segmenti života   veoma lukavo tjeraju zaparavo na neslobodu ,takva ideja je iako možda  strašna, veoma oslobađajuća. Šta bi bilo kad bi….? Ja sam prošla kroz mnoge faze ljubavi ili mržnje  prema svemu što me u suštini čini  neslobodnom, od ideja, nametnutih  ideala, želja, posjedovanja stvari, pripadnosti  mnogo čemu, vaspitanja, kondiciniranja koje potječe iz djetinstva , potrebe za asimilacijom (to fit in or not to fit in) i mnogo još toga. Činjenica da  možda postoji put do apsolutne slobode , na taj način, je ekstremna ali savršena. Zapravo u zapadnom konzumerskom svijetu trenutno se širi trend minimalizma u svemu, od stanovanja, oblačenja preko načina rada, razmišljanja, življenja, korištenja resursa na raspolaganju, pa i np. pisanja ili dizajniranja.Pojavljuju se ljudi koji pokušavaju da žive samo sa minimumom stvari koje stanu u torbu od 30 kg. To je dobro jer kao bivši stanovnik tog istog konzumerskog društva, a uz to ovisnik o lijepom (bilo čemu ) prošla sam kroz bolesne opsesije  “ moram imati i to… “ koje su na kraju postale veoma mučne.

I  maštajući, pomislim kako je to kada te ne vežu stvari, posao, društvo, mjesto, država  tj pripadnost, običaji, uspomene, ………..  može li se zaista biti Slobodan?

PS. Ghandijevih pet stvari  je prodato na aukciji za $1,8 miliona