SLY čovjek ili ikona za drugačiji kraj?
“Nebo je gore plavo, ali zrak je rijedak”
takve riječi ne može izreći niti gubitnik
nitko umišljen, egoističan, kamoli bedak.
Netko sa dna boli, praznine, gladi, samoće
od kojeg je okrutnost oblikovala ono siroče
koje je bježalo u maštu i iluziju ekrana, filma
da bi postiglo harmoniju u kojem život štima.
Junake koji oslobađaju praznine, odbacivanje
u kojem su krv, šake, borba, porazi tek igranje
antibiotik i lijek koji stišava te nesnosne boli
potreba da istinska ljubav prima i daje i voli.
Intenciju da drugi osjećaju i doživljavaju
da uče i gledaju dok sami se ne ranjavaju
stvaranje bajki u kojima dobro pobjeđuje
kraj u kojem se ne umire ni samozljeđuje.
Preobrazba u kojoj fokus postaje radnja
unutrašnja stvarateljska tiha izgradnja
prenešena u lik koji ozdravlja scenarista
taj jedini način da u stvarnosti toj zablista.
Umjetnost ima baš tu neku čudnu moć
da zna gdje mora stići, ali sigurno poć’
naši osjećaji kroz koje prolazi intuicija
čine događaje prepune drame, egzibicija.
Što je više stvaramo i osobno artikuliramo
mi pred željama i potrebama kapituliramo
žrtvujemo sebe za nečiju drugačiju zbilju
iako dijeleći idemo prema vlastitom obilju.
Strah od gašenja svjetla reflektora i smrti
kad cijeli život se ispred nas odjednom vrti
postaju li propusti veći od milosti i grijeha
žal za ljubavlju u kojoj je nedostajalo smijeha.
S ljubavlju, Željka.
Autor: Željka Šabić
SLY — A Man, or an Icon for a Different Ending?
“The sky above is blue, but the air is thin” —
such words could never be spoken by a loser,
by no one conceited, selfish, let alone a fool.
Someone shaped by pain from the depths, by emptiness, hunger, loneliness —
one whom cruelty molded into that orphan
who fled into imagination and the illusion of screens and film,
to reach a harmony in which life rings true.
Heroes who release emptiness and rejection,
where blood, fists, struggle, and defeats are merely play —
an antibiotic and medicine that soothes those unbearable pains,
the need for true love to receive, to give, and to love.
The intention that others may feel and experience,
that they may learn and watch while wounding themselves,
creating fairy tales in which good prevails —
an ending where no one dies or deceives themselves.
A transformation in which focus becomes action,
a quiet inner act of creation,
carried into a character who heals the screenwriter —
the only way for it to shine in that reality.
Art has just that strange power:
to know where it must arrive, yet set out without certainty.
Our emotions, through which intuition passes,
make events full of drama and exhibition.
The more we create and articulate ourselves personally,
the more we capitulate before desires and needs;
we sacrifice ourselves for someone else’s different reality,
even though, by sharing, we move toward our own abundance.
Fear of the spotlight going out, and of death,
when an entire life suddenly spins before us —
do mistakes become greater than grace and sin,
a mourning for love in which there was too little laughter?
With love, Željka.
Author: Željka Šabić
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