The secret of life, or timeSometimes I sit down and start to think,More Like This
Lay on the warm rocks, sipping a drink.
What do I think about?
The shortest answer – everything.
I contemplate life, perhaps even death;
My youth, a baby taking it’s first breath;
Wrong decisions and right choices;
Birds flying high and their sharp voices;
I consider bread in the oven starting to grow;
Watching the river of life flow...
I open my mind to the spinning wheal
as the time of life and death becomes too real.
Here it is in my native language
Evo je na srpskom
Tajna života, ili vreme
Sednem ponekad, pa raznišljam.
Prevrćem kamenje i razmatram....
Najkraći odgovor – sve.
Razmatram život, pa čak i smrt;
Moju mladost, tuđu radost;
Pogrešne odluke i prave trenutke;
Ptice u letu i rečne oblutke;
Razmatram hleb koji se peče;
Gledam reku života kako teče....
Otvorenog uma gledam točak što se vrti
Dok prolazi vreme
I wish that would never happen again“Ouch!” Carter winces at Irene’s touch.More Like This
“Stop moving!” she replies sternly, without stopping.
Her mind wanders off as she washes the cloth in her hands. She was scared to death when he came. She was sleeping when she heard a noise. Still half asleep, Irene threw her covers off, escaped the warm hug of her sheets and stumbled up to the window, where the noise seemed to be coming from. She finally opened her eyes fully when a pebble hit the glass right in front of her face. Her bare feet scrambled onto the cold balcony tiles. She shivered as she leaned across the rail. Squinting in the dark, she was just able to make out a figure hiding from light.
“Who is it?” she asked, aware it was someone she knew – her neighborhood was considered safe.
“It’s me.” Carter replied quietly.
“What’s wrong?” she recognized the voice easily and detected anguish in it.
“Let me in.”
“Ok.” That strain i