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Tema se odnosi na sva naša očekivanja, nadu, nešto u šta smo verovali.
Zadržaću se na emocijama , koje nosimo u sebi , bez obzira kakav utisak želimo da ostavimo na druge.Takođe i na razočarenja koja su neminovna.
Koliko duševna bol može da utiče na naše ponašanje , koliko na misli , osećanja.
Da li uspevate da zadržite ljubav u sebi ili je pustite da se raspe , smatrajući da je ionako sve besmisleno.

Slobodno se izrazite pesmom, citatom ili slobodnim izborom reči.
Hvala na odgovorima.

Temu sam otvorila na romantici, činilo mi se kao najbezbednije i najiskrenije mesto.

Ako nije prikladno , premestite je.
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Sanjala sam tišinu u vodi.
Sumračne boje leta na izdisaju.
Miris i toplinu tvoje blizine
I nešto teško na svojoj duši.
Sanjala sam bol koju zaboravljam,
Svaki put,
Kada se setim svega.
Ti i ja.
U ćutnji.
S pogledom, koji se gubi u dubini.
Sanjala sam.
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"Persephone — mythic ambient: the maiden of spring and queen of the underworld.Persephone’s story is a circle of loss and return. As maiden of the fields she walked among flowers; as queen of the underworld she reigns over silence. Taken into shadow by Hades, her mother Demeter’s grief froze the earth, and only a bargain — and a pomegranate’s seeded promise — made her half a year above and half a year below. Between bloom and famine, joy and sorrow, Persephone becomes both captive and sovereign: tender in her memory of sunlight, stern in her rule of the dead. This score traces that arc — innocence and love, the hollow longing of descent, and the sober authority of a woman who holds two worlds in her hands. "
 
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https://forum.krstarica.com/threads/upoznaj-tisinu-i-tminu-tusta-i-tma.932411/post-51759688
Persephone: I Chose Hell is a dark mythology lyric video — a gothic folk ballad that reclaims the voice of the queen of the underworld. Not as a victim, but as a goddess who chose her own fate. This is not a rescue story. This is a reckoning.Her myth has long been told as grief and abduction, but this retelling reframes Persephone’s power, choice, and sovereignty.

They crowned me spring with flowers bright,A daughter made for sun and song.But roots grow deep in colder dirt —And I had heard the understrong.

He called me down with quiet grace,No chains, no fire, no stolen breath.Just silence soft, a shadow's hand —And peace that wore the scent of death

I chose hell, not for a king —But for the voice it let me sing.No longer bloom, no longer bride —I found myself where daylight died.

They speak of grief, they name me lost,A tale of theft in every tome.But no one asked if maybe IWas tired of being made of stone.

I chose hell, not for a crown —But for the place I laid me down.Among the ash, I stitched my name —And rose in fire, not in shame.

Spring still comes, I play my part,With petals laced around my scars.But come the dusk, the dusk is mine —Queen of roots and fractured stars.

I chose hell, I choose it still —Where power hums and time stands still.Don’t mourn the bloom I left behind —I rule the dark. And it is kind.
 
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Upon the green hillside where the wild heather grows,The lark greets the morning, the soft west wind blows.I cast off my burdens, no chain holds on me,I walk with the wildwood where rivers run free.

Oh sing with the mountains, oh dance with the sea,My heart is unbroken, my spirit runs free.No crown and no kingdom shall ever bind me,For I live with the earth where the rivers run free.

The oak is my shelter, the stars are my guide,The wolf and the willow, they walk by my side.No gold and no silver can measure the key,To the song of the hills where the rivers run free.

Oh sing with the mountains, oh dance with the sea,My heart is unbroken, my spirit runs free.No crown and no kingdom shall ever bind me,For I live with the earth where the rivers run free.

The storm may come raging, the night may grow cold,But the fire in the valley burns brighter than gold.I’ll carry no master, I’ll bend to no plea,For freedom is mine where the rivers run free.

Oh sing with the mountains, oh dance with the sea,My heart is unbroken, my spirit runs free.Till the end of all ages, my soul’s destiny—To live and to love where the rivers run free.
 
The mist rolls down the mountain’s side,A veil upon the moor,Where once we danced 'neath twilight skies,Now I walk alone once more.Your laughter lingers on the breeze,A ghost I cannot hold,Like silver threads through autumn trees,Your touch has turned to cold.

Oh, tears in the rain, they fall for you still,Each drop a memory time cannot kill.The wind calls your name, again and again,And I'm lost in the storm,With my tears in the rain.

The lark no longer sings at dawn,Its song too full of pain,The hearth is dark, the fire gone,The silence knows your name.I wear the ring you left behind,Like ivy round my soul,And dream of days when hearts aligned,Before the shadows stole.

Oh, tears in the rain, they fall for you still,Each drop a memory time cannot kill.The wind calls your name, again and again,And I'm lost in the storm,With my tears in the rain.

The sea still sighs upon the shore,Where once we carved our fate,But tides can’t turn the hands once more,Or open heaven’s gate.I whisper prayers into the gale,To where you’ve gone above,And hope beyond the stars may sailThe echo of our love.

Oh, tears in the rain, they fall for you still,Each drop a promise I vow to fill.The wind calls your name, again and again,'Til we dance once more,Through the tears in the rain.So lay me down where wild heather grows,And let the rain hide what no one knows...That love endures through joy and pain,And I’ll find you again—In the tears… in the rain
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Sotto il pallido crinale d’argento della luna,dove le ombre danzano e le stelle riposano,un voto fu pronunciato.Attraverso il tempo si intreccia,nei sussurri del vento e tra le foglie d’autunno.

Eterne trame del tempo,ci legano,la tua anima alla mia,il tuo cuore allineato al mio.Nessuna forza potrà spezzare,nessuna marea potrà dividere,noi siamo legati,per sempre,per sempre.

La foresta mormora segreti profondi,i fiumi cantano,le montagne piangono.Un destino predettoin antiche scritture sacre:due fiamme affini,un solo scopo ancestrale.

Attraverso le tempeste,attraverso il fuoco,nell’infinita notte,i nostri spiriti volano,il nostro amore si innalza.

Eterne trame del tempo,ci legano,la tua anima alla mia,il tuo cuore allineato al mio.Nessuna forza potrà spezzare,nessuna marea potrà dividere,noi siamo legati,per sempre,per sempre.

I flauti chiamano,le arpe risuonano,i tamburi echeggiano dolcisu terra consacrata.I cori si levano,i cieli sospirano,il nostro destinonon morirà mai.
 
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