Pod kolesom // Beneath the Wheel
Kadar drevo izgubi krošnjo, često poženo iz korenin novi brsti v razcvetu in tako se pogosto tudi duša, ki v razcvetu zboli in usahne, povrne nazaj v pomladni čas začetkov in otroštva, polnega slutenj, kakor, da bi se ji tam razodevali novi upi in bi lahko tam znova spojila pretrgano življenjsko vlakno. Sočno in hlastno ženo brsti iz korenin, vendar je to življenje le prividno in iz teh mladik nikoli ne zraste drevo.
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When a tree is polled, it will sprout new shoots nearer its roots. A soul that is ruined in the bud will frequently return to the springtime of its beginnings and its promise-filled childhood, as though it could discover new hopes there and retie the broken threads of life. The shoots grow rapidly and eagerly, but it is only a sham life that will never be a genuine tree.
Herman Hesse
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When a tree is polled, it will sprout new shoots nearer its roots. A soul that is ruined in the bud will frequently return to the springtime of its beginnings and its promise-filled childhood, as though it could discover new hopes there and retie the broken threads of life. The shoots grow rapidly and eagerly, but it is only a sham life that will never be a genuine tree.
Herman Hesse
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another surface. onkraj gladine besed.
numbness is like underwater, you can not speak until you change your thinking, and it's the hardest, beacause nobody tells you :: all that wasn`t said ::
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