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  3. Pet su stanja usamljene ptice:

    Prvo, da leti ka najvišoj tački;

    Drugo, da ne pati za društvom,
    čak ni onim od iste vrste;

    Treće, da kljun svoj ka nebesima pruža;

    Četvrto, da nema određenu boju;

    Peto, da pjeva veoma umilno.

    San Huan de la Kruz

    Rijeci su nekad kao sjeme duboko zakopano od starijih nas koji su u stvari najmladji nas u tvrdu zemlju. samo tako sakriveno i od ptica i od mraza ima sanse da jednom kad sunce zgrije zemlju i kad je kise i vjetrovi razmeksaju izadje na povrsinu, naraste i da plodove.

    sjajan kolaz

    pozdrav 🙂

  4. Prigodni stihovi. Voljela bih da su me, umjesto Kastanede, sjetili na stihove Ivana od Krsta.

    Kao, recimo, ove:

    “Uđoh, ni sam ne znam kako
    I ostadoh preneražen
    Jer svijet znanja bi premašen.”

    Hvala ti što pratiš zrenje.
    Pozdravljam te, Pompezni.

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