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Voljeti u šutnji koja je razarajuća
za cijelo biće mučna i obarajuća
duboko ukorijenjena, odveć čvrsta
nesposobna podignuti ta dva prsta.

Ljubav ili iluzija? To je pitanje pravo
kad u tišini promatramo što je zdravo
tražiti smisao, prepreke, stabilnost,
činjenice, želju, okolnosti, naivnost.

Granice šutnje određuju skale ljubavi
kolika je sila kad se srce i duša sudari
osobe koja voli i od koje je isto voljena
čini sve da ne bila i ostala slomljena.

Tišina i šutnja zato nisu nimalo slične
one su u svojoj osnovi i u misiji vične
prva je smiraj i spokoj u nama samima
druga je pitanje i otpor koji propagira.

Iza svake šutnje postoje te prepreke
koje se čine duboke kao mudre izreke
samo su realne okolnosti koje biramo
dok unutar sebe drugačije snivamo.

Šutnju biramo kad su činjenice čiste
njima popunjavamo željeni popis liste
što ide u prilog i što ne dolazi pod razno
uzevši u obzir i da može ostati prazno.

Te iluzije ljubavi koje iziskuju kvačice
progovore i promisle, pa onda tri točkice
šutnje su kalkulacije koje odmjere čini
nisu ljubav koja daje, a ujedno primi.

Kad ljubav šuti nastaje vulkan i tsunami
ona osobe i sve oko nje u trenutku sravni
stvori sasvim nove, čiste i zdrave temelje
cijelu našu povijest u jestivu kašu samelje.

S ljubavlju, Željka.

Autor: Željka Šabić

To love in a silence that is devastating,
Tormenting the entire being, overwhelming,
Deeply rooted, far too strong,
Unable to raise those two fingers.

Love or illusion? That is the true question,
When, in quiet, we observe what is right:
To seek meaning, obstacles, stability,
Facts, desire, circumstances, naivety.

The boundaries of silence set love’s scale—
How great is its force
when heart and soul collide
In one who loves, and is loved in return,
Who does all they can not to be,
nor remain, broken.

Stillness and silence are
therefore not alike;
In their essence and purpose, they differ.
The first brings calm and peace within us;
The second is a question,
an opposition it advances.

Behind every silence lie those barriers
That seem as deep as wise sayings.
They are only real circumstances we choose,
While inwardly we dream of something else.

We choose silence when the facts are clear;
With them, we fill a desired checklist—
What supports it, and what
cannot be considered,
Even allowing that it may remain empty.

Those illusions of love
that demand checkmarks
Speak and reflect,
then leave three dots behind.
Silences are calculations
that weigh each act;
They are not love that
gives and receives in turn.

When love falls silent,
a volcano and tsunami arise;
They level people and everything
around them in a moment,
Creating entirely new, pure,
and healthy foundations,
Grinding all our history
into an edible pulp.

With love, Željka.

Author: Željka Šabić