That's written one year on the regarding of the first snowfall - Napisano jedne godine povodom prvog snega

  That's written one year on the regarding of the first snowfall

       Winter began his Snow fairytale. She opened hers first white page of this year tale. Snowflakes rapturously sway in the air and lure you to feel them on your hair, arms, face, lips. The air is clean, fresh, without the heavy smell of smog. On the soft, fluffy, white carpet, every step leaves a trail as every day leaves a trace in our lives. It's so nice to walk around while the squeaks of footstep on the snow resound on our ears. It's nice. Fairytale. With hand in someone's hand, head on someone's shoulder with gently caress of snowflakes. It's nice. Stroll through the park, through the wood, between the trees dressed in white solemn dresses. It's nice. Get lost between trees without paths or roads. But no. In the fairytale you can't lose. Traces in the snow remains like as in one fairytale is string or in the other it been crumbs of bread. But you can lose in someone's hug, you can drown in someone's eyes or you can blink as a star of inexplicable feelings in someone's presence. But, ... It's already some other fairytale, isn't it?

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 Napisano jedne godine povodom prvog snega

      Zima je pocela svoju sneznu bajku. Otvorila je prvu belu stranicu ovogodisnje price. Pahulje zanosno lelujaju u vazduhu i mame te da ih osetis na kosi, rukama, licu, usnama. Vazduh je cist, svez, bez teskog mirisa smoga. Na mekom, paperjastom, belom tepihu svaki korak ostavlja trag kao sto svaki dan ostavlja trag u nasim zivotima. Tako je lepo setati dok skriputanje koraka po snegu kao sapat odzvanja u usima. Lepo je. Bajka. Sa rukom u necijoj ruci, glavom na necijem ramenu uz blago milovanje pahulja. Lepo je. Setati parkom, po sumi, izmedju drveca obucenog u svecane bele haljine. Lepo je. Zalutati izmedju drveca bez staza i puteva. Ali ne. U bajkama nema gubljenja. Tragovi u snegu ostaju kao sto je u jednoj to bila nit konca ili u drugoj mrvice hleba. Ipak mozes se izgubiti u necijem zagrljaju, utopiti u necijim ocima ili treperiti kao zvezda od neobjasnjivih osecanja u necijem prisustvu. Ali, . . . To je vec neka druga bajka, zar ne?

By DeeDee