sreda, 15. januar 2014

Na poti v Devin

Na poti v Devin se mi je strgal film v fotoaparatu in ostali so samo fotka s telefona ter Rilkejevi verzi, zarezani v meglo.

“For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror
which we are barely able to endure, and it amazes us so,
because it serenely disdains to destroy us.
Every angel is terrible.
For our part, when we feel, we evaporate;
ah, we breathe ourselves out and away;
with each new heartfire
we give off a fainter scent.
True, someone may tell us:
you're in my blood, this room,
Spring itself is filled with you . . . To what end?
He can't hold us, we vanish within him and around him.”

Rainer Maria Rilke, Duino Elegies


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