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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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"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.
 
The wind on the cliffs is calling me home, home to you,Through heather and stone where the white gulls flew.I walk where the tide has forgotten my name,And whisper your song through the salt and the flame.

The echoes remain where the old ways lie,In the hush of the sea and the tear in the sky.Though the years roll on like a turning tide,The old ways are calling from deep inside.

By the ruins we met on a moonlit shore,Your voice was the storm I could not ignore.You spoke of the stars and the lives they knew,Of the ones who are gone, and the dreams they drew.

The echoes remain where the old ways lie,In the hush of the sea and the tear in the sky.Though the years roll on like a turning tide,The old ways are calling from deep inside.

Now I wander the roads where the mist still weaves,Through shadowed glens and the ancient eaves.And I hear your song in the rising foam,A promise of love, a calling home.

The echoes remain where the old ways lie,In the hush of the sea and the tear in the sky.Though the world forgets and the new winds sigh,The old ways are calling — they never die.
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Pronađi me , tu sam sa tobom , duboko u tebi
Zaglavljen sam u tvojim mislima , bez želje da idem bilo gde.
Nesposoban da pobegnem od drevnih priča i puteva što me prate,oni me zovu
Zovu me da mi kažu o beskrajnim kišama ,o svetovima bez vazduha
Gde sećanje o svemu živom i predjašnjem prestaje
I sve postaje ponovo , kao da je početak tvog i mog života.
Kao da zajedno možemo postojati ...

" The wind on the cliffs is calling me home, home to you,Through heather and stone where the white gulls flew.I walk where the tide has forgotten my name,And whisper your song through the salt and the flame. "
 
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The mist lay low on the heathered moor,As I crossed the glen once more,My heart beat slow with every step,On paths I'd walked before.The wind it sang the old refrain,Like harp strings in the rain—"Oh, lad come home, the fire’s still warm,And none shall leave again."

The rowan tree by the cottage doorStill bent with berries red,And though the roof had sagged with age,The walls had stories said.I passed the well, now dry with time,Where once I made my name—"Oh, lad come home, the fire’s still warm,And none shall leave again."

My mother’s shawl hung on the chair,My father’s pipe lay cold,And silence kept a solemn watchO’er memories bright and bold.The ghosts were kind, they did not speak,Just smiled and knew my pain—"Oh, lad come home, the fire’s still warm,And none shall leave again."

The ceilidh songs, the fiddle’s tune,Still echoed in the air,And shadows danced where laughter rang—But I alone stood there.Yet in that hush, I felt a handThat touched me like the rain—"Oh, lad come home, the fire’s still warm,And none shall leave again."

So here I stay, the hills my kin,The sea my lullaby,And when the stars above me gleam,I do not wonder why.For roots run deep beneath this land,In earth, in blood, in name—"Oh, lad came home, the fire’s still warm,And none shall leave again."
 
Da mi da se setim,
Šta je toliko bolelo, šta me je pokopalo,
Jednom davno.
Daleke su senke što nemo stoje.
Daleke su vode, mrtve pred svitanje.
Ponekad,
Još uvek zamiriše sneg.
I osetim,
Duboku tugu i beznađe.

Da mi je da se setim,
Trenutak pred odlazak, šta me je zaledilo
Između života i prepoznavanja,
Pod velom nedisanja
I nepripadanja.
 
Through the veil of autumn’s breath,Where silence wakes and daylight rests,A silver path through forest deep,Where ancient dreams and shadows sleep.The frost upon the branches gleam,And starlight folds into a dream.

November moon, so pale and high,Spirit dancing in the sky.Owls are calling soft and low,Through the mist their secrets flow.November moon, your light so near,Whispers songs the heart can hear.

Leaves fall slow, a golden rain,Each one sings of joy and pain.The world breathes cold, yet calm and true,The night is dressed in silver hue.Between the trees, the shadows bloom,And time stands still beneath the moon.

November moon, so pale and high,Spirit dancing in the sky.Owls are calling soft and low,Through the mist their secrets flow.November moon, your light so near,Whispers songs the heart can hear.

Through crystal air and quiet light,The soul takes wing into the night.The frost, the leaf, the endless tune,All bow before November’s moon.

November moon, eternal glow,Guide me where the wild winds go.Through mist and time, through dark and true,My spirit drifts in dance with you.November moon, my heart’s cocoon,Forever yours — November moon.
https://forum.krstarica.com/threads/upoznaj-tisinu-i-tminu-tusta-i-tma.932411/post-51887261
 
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I was born in a whispering storm,Raised by shadows, cold and worn.A candle flickers through the pain,In the house that never learned my name.The walls were stone, the hearts were frost,But I held the spark they thought was lost.

Through rain and ruin, I still rise,A dream unbound beneath the skies.

I am Jane of the moors, of the wild and the wind,A heart unbroken, though the world has sinned.Fire in my soul, tears on my skin,Love is the battle I refuse to rescind.I am the quiet and I am the cry —A ghost that learned to fly.

The manor burned, the past collapsed,Ashes fell where memories lapsed.He called my name through smoke and flame,And still I came, I still I came.No chains of duty, no ring of gold,Can bind the truth my spirit holds.

The sky forgives what men deny,I walk the wind, I will not die.

I am Jane of the moors, of the wild and the wind,A heart unbroken, though the world has sinned.Fire in my soul, tears on my skin,Love is the battle I refuse to rescind.I am the quiet and I am the cry —A ghost that learned to fly.

Oh, mercy, meet me on the hill,Where thunder sleeps and time stands still.Freedom sings in every scar,And I am home, whoever you are.

I am Jane of the moors, and the night is mine,The stars bear witness, the souls align.From silence born, to silence bound,I am the voice that can’t be drowned.

The wind remembers what I became —It whispers softly, Jane…
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OGLEDALO

Bila je obična, gotovo prozirna, dok je pognute glave prolazila ulicama. Svaki dan. Isti. Godinama.
Zaličila je na te ulice, stopila se sa senkama drveća i postala nevideća.
To joj je, u dubini duše, odgovaralo. Na tužan i čudan način, želela je da ode. Postane isto to drvo, čije lišće joj je skrivalo pogled.
Nedovršena. Tako je sebe zvala. Nekada, pre mnogo godina, umela je da se smeje. Više ne. Ostala je bez polovine sebe.

Bližio joj se rođendan. Njen. I NJEN. Nikada ga nije proslavljala od tog događaja. Ovog puta je rešila da nešto promeni. Pokuša. Ušavši u antikvarnicu koja je nudila bezbroj stvari, tražila je tu jednu. Nije joj dugo trebalo. Našavši se pred prašnjavim ogledalom, zadrhtala je, osetila strah i nadu istovremeno. Da, pokušaće, ma šta to značilo.

Iste večeri, stajala je pred njim. Popadala prašina mutila je pogled. A opet..kao da je baš tako trebalo da bude. Nedirnuto. Letargično.

Po prvi put se zagledala u svoj lik. Minuti su prolazili, vreme se protezalo, noć kao da je bila večna. Osmeh. Njen? Da li je moguće da se osmehnula? Zaboravila je koliko taj mali pokret na licu ume da bude bolan.
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