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Ljubavno opraštanje je proces i trenutak
onaj najudaljeniji dio, duboki srčani zakutak
u kojem smjestimo maštanja i sve snove
da ne čujemo kada ime te ljubavi zove.

To umijeće zaborava iziskuje priču
koju pronalazimo u osobnom otkriću
pustiti zauvijek što nije htjelo rasti
samo emociju i ljubav od gladi krasti.

Hraniti se njome da bi pronašlo spas
nikada ne izustiti, a kamoli pustiti glas
učiniti sve sa bi postao i ostao jaz
umjesto sunca doživljavati tek mraz.

Kreirati privid obrnutih projekcija
crpiti ih tek iz loših životnih lekcija
koje su uvjetovali drugačiji karakteri
zamijenili ih plaćeni marketing akteri.

Neki i najveće ljubavi dobro prodaju
onda se depresiji i piću olako odaju
tvrdoglavo slijede upute plaćenika
kao počast gradnje nekih spomenika.

Zapnu i uhvate se za mamac i udicu
ponašaju kao vicevi za zeta i punicu
smiješe se izvana, unutra je erupcija
to dokazuje energetska brza punkcija.

Gore, dolje, lijevo, desno, sve je tijesno
pomalo fluidno iz navike, a obijesno
svugdje široko, a opet nigdje mjesta nema, u
glavi, srcu, duši, ostaje tek izgubljena mijena.

Duboka na stotu kao utrobe planete
gdje sniva djevojčica, to vječno dijete
koje je shvatilo da se sudbina prezreti može
zahvalno oprostiti i reći: “Hvala ti Bože.”

S ljubavlju, Željka.

Autor: Željka Šabić

A loving farewell is both a
process and a moment,
the farthest place, a deep
corner of the heart,
where we put our imaginings
and all our dreams,
so we cannot hear when
love calls out its name.

This art of forgetting requires a story
that we discover through
personal revelation:
to let go forever of what
never wished to grow,
stealing only emotion and
love from hunger.

To feed upon it in
search of salvation,
never to utter it,
let alone give it a voice,
to do everything so that a
rift would come to be,
and experience only frost
instead of sunlight.

To create the illusion of
reversed projections,
drawing them only from
life’s painful lessons,
which were shaped
by entirely different characters—
replaced by actors of paid-for marketing.

Some even sell their greatest loves well,
then easily surrender themselves to depression and drink,
stubbornly following the
instructions of hired agents,
as a tribute to the building
of certain monuments.

They get stuck and seize
the bait and hook,
behaving like jokes about
a son-in-law and his mother-in-law,
smiling on the outside while
an eruption rages within—
as proven by that swift energetic puncture.

Up, down, left,
right—everything feels confined,
slightly fluid out of habit, yet unruly;
wide open everywhere,
and still there is nowhere to go.
In the mind, the heart, the soul,
only a lost transformation remains.

Deep as the hundredth depth, like the planet’s inner core,
where a little girl
sleeps—that eternal child—
who understood that destiny
itself can be forgiven,
and gratefully say:
“Thank You, God.”

With love, Željka.

Author: Željka Šabić