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Život je u kretanju, okretanju
sve je u ritmu pokreta, okreta
životnih plesnih koraka i pirueta
od starta sve do nakraj svijeta.

Plešemo tijelom, srcem i umom
a ponajviše cijelom našom dušom
koja se slobodno svugdje kreće
a najviše do cilja naše sreće.

Hrlimo kad osjećamo radost
kao da proživljavamo mladost
kad sve je tako bezbrižno i lako
nedostatke i mane uzimamo olako.

Pa se dajemo puno i do kraja
sve činimo da se slaže i spaja
vidimo samo dobre tuđe strane
bez osude i svake druge fame.

Sve izgleda kao proljeće i ljeto
tako mirisno, obojano i sveto
osmijesi se rađaju i poklanjaju
neizmjenično se po licima valjaju.

Pa sve u nama potresu temelje
sruše se mnogi zidovi nevolje
koje su izgradili doživljaji i misli
koji su nas tako čvrsto stisli.

Ti okovi vlastite nemoći micanja
tog uzaludnog ponosnog odricanja
koji nema nikakvu uporišnu svrhu
osim da tišti i šapuće kritike uhu.

Slobodan budi i prekini taj niz
gdje ti čovjek i svijet nije bliz
jer život je poput plesnog podija
u ritmu se kreće i s partnerom dobija.

S ljubavlju, Željka.

Life is in motion, in turning around,
everything’s in the rhythm of movement, of spin,
life’s dancing steps and pirouettes found,
from start all the way to the world’s very end.

We dance with our body, our heart, and our mind,
but most with our soul, wholly free in its flight,
it moves everywhere, unbound and unconfined,
straight to the goal of our ultimate delight.

We rush when we feel pure joy in our core,
as if living youth once again, wild and free,
everything’s carefree, so easy, no chore,
we take flaws and lacks oh so lightly.

So we give ourselves fully, right to the end,
we make everything fit, blend, and unite,
we see only the good in others, our friends,
no judgment, no gossip, no drama in sight.

It all feels like springtime and summer’s warm glow,
so fragrant, so colorful, sacred, and true,
smiles are born, given freely, they flow
unchangingly rolling across every face anew.

Then everything shakes our foundations deep down,
many walls of our troubles come crashing to earth,
built by experiences, thoughts that would drown,
clenching us tightly, denying our worth.

Those shackles of our own powerless chains,
that vain, proud denial with no real ground,
serving no purpose but pressure and pains,
whispering critiques in our ear all around.

Be free, break that chain, end that weary parade,
where people and world feel so distant, so far—
for life is a dance floor, a stage unafraid,
it moves to the rhythm, wins with its partner, ajar.

With love, Željka.