I had felt: The dearest to me had been taken away from me, my children died or were just dying in my sight. And they had not been just my real children, with their eyes and bodies, their arms and voices – they had been my spriritual children and something mine that I have seen dying here and going away from me; they had been my art, my thinking, THE LIGHT OF MY EYES AND LIFE. More than that could not had been taken away from me. Life is a journey of oneself to one’s owns self, or at least an attempt of a journey, prediction of the path, to the Truth and all other beings.
...Za mene nikada nisi otisao, postojis, postojaces, veliko je nebo, cuvaj moje mesto...
Bejb, poslednje poglavlje Ti napisah
Dama herca i Kralj pika
dva deteta
bez imena, bez lika
Toliko te jos u meni ima
Za Vecnost Celu.
...Uzimam sto je moje...
...Za mene nikada nisi otisao, postojis, postojaces, veliko je nebo, cuvaj moje mesto...
Bejb, poslednje poglavlje Ti napisah
Dama herca i Kralj pika
dva deteta
bez imena, bez lika
Toliko te jos u meni ima
Za Vecnost Celu.
...Uzimam sto je moje...

