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Oduvijek volim broj osam,
to je datum mog rođenja
numerološki skup svemira
darovanog predodređenja.

Zakon brojeva svemira
učvršćuju njegovo počelo
riječi kojima ga stvoriše
ostaju života cilj i vrelo.

Jer sami Duh što proniče
i sjenom ljubavi živote rađa
plovi morima srca, intimnosti
u kojoj nastane osobnosti lađa.

Broj savršenstva koji sljubi
sve dobro i loše u jedno
podari dar uma i mudrosti
da sve je zbilja tako vrijedno.

Novih početaka i velikih nada
da je prošlo bitno, a vrijedno sada
reakcije su samo obrisi trenutka
bačeni u vodu poput oblutka.

Imamo moć potpune transformacije
koje ovise o primanju informacije
njenom procesu, poimanju konotacije
u svjetlu i značenju svake asocijacije.

Moja osamdeset osma pjesma
koju uvijek osam kitica krasi
sa po četiri strofe u svakoj rimi
pronalazi radost i želju da smiri.

Da slavi življenje vječno bez kraja
otvara puteve koji vode do raja
jer osmi dan su vrata uskrsnuća
našim dušama obećana ljubljena kuća.

S ljubavlju, Željka.

I’ve always loved the number eight,
it’s the date of my birth.
Numerologically, the universe’s gathering,
a gift of predestined fate.

The law of the universe’s numbers
strengthens its origin.
The words that created it
remain life’s goal and source.

For the Spirit itself that permeates
and births lives with the shadow of love,
sails the seas of the heart, intimacy,
in which the ship of personality settles.

The number of perfection that loves
all good and bad into one,
bestows the gift of mind and wisdom
so that everything is truly so worthy.

Of new beginnings and great hopes,
that the past is important, but the now is valuable,
reactions are just outlines of the moment,
thrown into the water like a pebble.

We have the power of complete transformation
that depends on receiving information,
its process, grasping the connotation
in the light and meaning of every association.

My eighty-eighth poem,
always adorned with eight stanzas,
each with four lines in rhyme,
finds joy and the desire to calm.

To celebrate eternal life without end,
opens paths leading to paradise,
for the eighth day is the gate of resurrection,
the beloved home promised to our souls.

With love, Željka.