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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=462366" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>That's not it-To nije to</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Excuse me sir<br>You look like someone I've met before<br>And I am sure it is like that<br>I'm sure everyone has met everyone before<br>In what's called preceding lives<br>Do you believe in that sir<br>I mean those karmas <br>Moving along cyclic zodiacs<br>Made of illiterate stars<br>Sounds quite familiar to me<br>A life through trials and errors<br>I think sir<br>When I outstretch the palm of my hand<br>(Do not worry you don't have to give me any<br>Of your monthly revenue<br>I am not that kind of a beggar) <br>When I outstretch the palm of my hand<br>And look at those divinely entangled lines<br>So cryptic<br>That are supposed to determine my fate<br>I think there's got to be some mistake there<br>That they are not there to determine me<br>But to tell me that this palm belongs to me only<br>That I am just like you sir<br>A creature born once a creature divine<br>Unrepeatable and free<br>For most when I outstretch the palm of my hand<br>To see my own geometry of the universe<br>Or to turn it into a fist<br>To strike the face of Fortune<br>Then I think sir<br>For sure we've all met before<br>In the faces of Adam and Eve<br>Hitting their foreheads against the ground<br>Once they vaguely hinted the Heaven is perhaps<br>Nothing but a wholeness of a soul in unity with its Creator<br>And Hell the lack of the same thing<br>Yes I am sure we've met before<br>In the face of Christ crucified on the cross<br>That redeemed us through his blood<br>For a dream in which an Idiot<br>Will not have to find a compartment<br>In which he would, with a roomful of thoughts<br>In his head just like me right now, <br>He would not have to repeat<br>That's not it that's not it until he cannot<br>Thinking perhaps about those marbles of lifeful life<br>Whose glimmer fades away once they break out on the surface<br>To dry in the fire of their own eyes<br>Thinking that's not it that's not it<br>Meaning perhaps those insipid theories<br>Endlessly talked about in a leisure <br>Of some nice first class trains<br>Journey through Switzerland<br>Theories endlessly repeated at some nice<br>Comfortable places just on a pass by through life<br>In a conversation with an art dealer<br>Theories made official through some nicely polished clear expression<br>So clear that one could die of clarity<br>And nothing would be said about an idiot<br>Sir we look so far away<br>So far away from Adam that's been met before lying in our bones<br>The way the trains suicidely lie on the rails of expulsion<br>So far away from Eve and her snake<br>Winding like a steam of a train <br>Of a great invention that has perhaps only been brained out<br>So that an Idiot in a first class train<br>Travelling through Switzerland<br>Could keep repeating that's not it that's not it<br>We look so far away from them<br>And still keep hitting our foreheads against the ground<br>That's not it that's not it sir<br>Sorry for stopping you<br>What I actually wanted to ask you is<br>Which street we're in<br>And if you know what my name is<br>And if it's ever too late to know ourselves</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Note: Idiot, a novel by Fjodor Michailowitsch Dostojewski) </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>To nije to</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Izvinite gospodine<br>Izgledate kao neko koga sam vec srela<br>I sigurno je tako<br>Sigurno smo sreli<br>U onome što zovu prethodnim životima<br>Vjerujete li vi u to<br>Mislim u te karme<br>Što se krecu po ciklicnim zodijacima <br>Nastalih od nepismenih zvijezda<br>Jedan zivot putem pokušaja i pogrešaka<br>Zvuci mi sasvim poznato<br>Mislim gospodine<br>To znate kada ispružim dlan<br>(ne brinite nista ne morate da mi date<br>Od svog mjesecnog prihoda<br>Ja nisam takva prosjakinja<br>Kada ispružim dlan<br>I pogledam sve te linije<br>Božanstveno isprepletene i kripticne<br>Koje treba da mi odrede sudbinu<br>Mislim da tu postoji neka greška<br>Da one nisu tu da me odrede<br>Vec da mi kažu da ovaj dlan<br>Pripada samo meni<br>Da sam kao i vi gospodine<br>Jednom rodena božanska<br>Neponovljiva i slobodna licnost<br>I to najviše onda kada ispružim dlan<br>Da vidim sopstvenu geometriju svemira<br>Ili kada ga stisnem u pesnicu<br>Ne bih li zadala udarac Fortuni<br>Ja mislim gospodine<br>Da sasvim sigurno svi smo se vec negdje sreli<br>U licu Adama i Eve što lupaju celom u zemlju<br>Kad naslutili su da raj možda nije ništa drugo<br>Do cjelovitost duše sa njenim Tvorcem<br>A pakao nedostatak iste<br>Da sasvim sigurno<br>Svi smo se vec jednom sreli<br>U licu Hrista raspetog na krstu<br>Što krvlju nas svojom uvijek iznova iskupljuje<br>Za san u kome jedan Idiot<br>Nece morati da pronadje kupe<br>U kom bi sa punom sobom misli<br>Baš kao ja sad do iznemoglosti ponavljao<br>To nije to to nije to<br>Misleci možda na rijeci klikere živog života<br>Što gube sjaj kada isplivaju na površinu<br>Da se suše u vatri sopstvenih ociju<br>Misleci na to nije to to nije to<br>Misleci možda na ucmale teorije života<br>Što se ispredaju dokono u finim vozovima<br>Prve klase u prolazu kroz Švajcarsku<br>I ponavljaju sve po nekim finim udobnim mjestima<br>U prolazu kroz život<br>U razgovoru sa trgovcem umjetnickih djela<br>Ozvanicene putem nekog finog ispoliranog jasnog izraza<br>Toliko jasnog da ce da se umre od razgovjetnosti<br>A ništa o Idiotu nece reci<br>Kako smo daleko gospodine<br>Kako smo daleko od tog Adama<br>Što sretosmo ga ranije u kosti nam ulego<br>Onako kao vozovi samoubilacki leže<br>Na šinama izgnanosti<br>Daleko od te Eve i njene zmije<br>Što se izvija kao para voza<br>Velikog izuma<br>Koji je možda izmozgan samo da jedan Idiot<br>U finom vozu prve klase na putovanju kroz Švajcarsku<br>Tiho ponavljao to nije to to nije to<br>Kako samo izgledamo daleko od njih<br>A i dalje lupamo celom o zemlju<br>To nije to to nije to gospodine<br>Izvinite što sam vas zaustavila<br>U stvari sam samo htjela da vas pitam<br>U kojoj sam sada ulici<br>Dali možda znate kako se zovem<br>I dali je ikada kasno da spoznamo sebe</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Napomena: Idiot, roman Fjodora Mihailovica Dostojevskog</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Miroslava+Odalovic">Miroslava Odalovic</a><div class=q>
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You look like someone I've met before
And I am sure it is like that
I'm sure everyone has met everyone before
In what's called preceding lives
Do you believe in that sir
I mean those karmas 
Moving along cyclic zodiacs
Made of illite..."></div>
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