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"We are little grubs, minute grubs on the small leaf of a tremendous tree. The small leaf is the earth. The other leaves are the stars that you see moving at night. We make our way on this little leaf examining it anxiously and carefully. We smell it.. it smells good or bad to us.
We taste it and find it eatable...
We beat on it and it cries out like a living thing. ..
Some men ..the more intrepid ones .. reach the edge of the leaf. From there we stretch out, gazing into chaos.
We tremble.
We guess what a frightening abyss lies beneath us...
In the distance we can hear the noise of the other leaves of the tremendous tree, we feel the sap rising from the root of our leaf and our hearts swell. Bent thus over the awe-inspiring abyss, with all our bodies and all our souls, we tremble with terror.
From that moment begins…
I stopped. I wanted to say...from that moment begins poetry. ..
''What begins''? asked Zorba's anxious voice ''Why did you stop'' ?
…begins the great danger.. Some grow dizzy and delirious, some are afraid; they try to find an answer to strengthen their hearts.. others again, from the edge of the leaf, look over the precipice calmly and bravely and say...
''I like It..''. ..
Last edited by CiCiban on 03/09/2005 14:09, edited 9 times in total.
ti si kod mene na prvom mjestu :D
A gavro ce nastradat :D
Jesi ti posesivan, pravi sarajlija, drzi hanumu pod kljucem... Mi smo makar 100 godina ispred vas u svakom pogledu... Osim vodosnabdijevanja... Tu smo malo zaglavili u srednjem vijeku...
gavro
:D
