Проза, поезија – извадоци

The kindergarten teacher (2018 )

Anna, get up.
Remember
Loneliness is still time spent
With the world.
Here's the room with everyone in it.
Your dead friends passing through you
Like wind
Through a wind chime.
Don't be afraid, Anna.
The end of the road is so far ahead
It is already
Behind us.
---
Anna is beautiful,
Beautiful enough for me.
The sun hits her yellow house
It's almost like a sign from God.

 

''It will hurt. Because deep down, I'll know there was someone.. someone I was supposed to have met.
Only I'll never meet him. I'll go through my whole life waiting for him to come along, only he never will.
What kind of life is that?”

― Meg Cabot, Twilight

 

One Art

The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.

—Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

BY ELIZABETH BISHOP

 

“The Road Not Taken”

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.



Песната воопшто не е она што ни се чини дека е на прв поглед. Една од најомилените.

 

Ладно размислувајќи си рече (Гренуиј): "Не е точно дека не мирисам, затоа што се мириса. Многу повеќе се работи за тоа дека јас не можам да намирисам дека мирисам откако сум роден. Од ден во ден се мирисам и мојот нос е затнат за мојот мирис. Кога би можел мојот мирис или барем дел од него да изделам од себе и по извесно време во кое би се одвикнал од него повторно да му се вратам, тогаш би можел, него, односно, мене да го намирисам".

Извадок од книгата Парфем од Патрик Зискинд

 

Дали може да се ставаат сликани делови од книги или скришат од електронски книги?

 

„Тајна“- Ацо Караманов

Пак ли сакаш да ти го кажам тоа
што ти го кажав вчера во сината ноќ
дека си за мене и смев и солза
дека си за мене и слабост и моќ.

Ах, остави ја веќе таа исповед
нека спие мирно во твоето срце
и мојата душа нека биде твоја
а мое да биде твоето лице.

 

И ова што го кажувам е
веќе кажано: го чекаме ветрот
како две знамиња на граничен премин.
Еден ден сите сенки
ќе нè одминат.

дали знаете во која книга на никола маџиров го има овој дел?