Osveta / Revenge

Pišem i plačem. Plačem pišući o tebi. A ne mogu ništa reći… da ne bih… da ne bih… da ostanem stajati, bez obzira… da ostanem stajati… da se ne slomim… da se ne slomim… da se ne… Ne prestajem plakati. Doista, ne znam što s tim. Dio mene nema veze s tim. Ali, nešto nedostaje. Nešto nedostaje. Nije u redu. Nije u redu da prođe bez kazne, čineći i dalje ono što čini. O, da, želim da ga snađe Ruka Pravde… Iako, vjerujem da je i mene snašla… i mene je... Imam li uopće pravo na to? Imam li? Probudih se u gluho doba noći u čudu. Bolovi me natjeraše da odvrtim film. I osjetih osvetu. I zapitah se 'Dolazi li to od mene?' Oh, ne želim negativnost iz sebe, ali niti u sebe. I, shvatih da su sve samo projekcije naših iskustava i očekivanja, i da im ne treba pridavati toliko pažnje. Primijetiti i odbaciti. Biti u središtu. I dobila sam priliku... proći sve... malo drugačije, ali isto. I ponovno sam plakala, ovaj put nad njim. Nad njim koji ne zna, ne vidi to. Ja barem znam, barem vidim... I nisam znala kome je gore, na trenutak... nisam znala... samo na trenutak. Vidjela sam krug u kojem se vrtimo... i nije bilo jasno tko počinje, a tko nastavlja... u krugu... bez kraja i bez početka... I znala sam... moram stati... Ali, kako? I sjetih se Plesa s Tobom... Hvala.

I write and I cry. I am crying writing about you. And I cannot tell anything… not to… not to… to remain standing, no metter what… to remain standing… not to brake… not to breake… not to… I cannot stop crying. Really, I do not know what to do with it. One part of me has nothing to do with it. But something is missing. Something is missing. It is not OK. It is not OK to let it go, without punishment, let him do the same things again. Oh, yes, I want ‘The Hand of Justice’ to reach him… Although, I believe it also reached me… me too… Do I have the rights for that? Do I? I woke up in the middle of the night wondering. Pain made me ‘see the movie of my life’. And I felt revenge. And I asked myself ‘Does it come from me?’ Oh, I do not want negativity neither from myself, neither in myself. And I realized that all was just projection of our experiences and expectations, and it should not require so much attention of us. Notice and reject it. Be in the middle. And I got the chance… to pass through everything… a bit different, but all the same. And, again, I have cried, this time for him. For him who does not know, who cannot see. At least, I know now, I can see it… And, for a moment, I did not know to whome is worse… I did not know… just for the moment. I saw the circle in which we are spinning… and it was not so clear who starts, and who continues… in that circle… without end and without beginning… And I knew… I have to stop… But, how? And then I rememberd the Dance with You… Thank You.