The more often we see the things around us – even the beautiful and wonderful things – the more they become invisible to us. That is why we often take for granted the beauty of this world: the flowers, the trees, the birds, the clouds – even those we love. Because we see things so often, we see them less and less.
The reason birds can fly and we can’t is simply because they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings.
When the day is naturally beautiful and full, it fulfills you…with pure natural beauty…..
Kaj ulice bi brez ljudi, kaj bi tema brez luči, kaj vrtovi bi brez cvetja, kaj bi zima brez poletja.
Ladja brez obale, morje brez soli in še zvezde bi zaspale, če ne bi bilo noči.
In kaj bi ustnice brez poljubov, in dotiki brez strasti, kaj bi jutra vsa brez tebe, ki z nasmehom me zbudiš.
Kaj angeli bi brez petja in ptice brez kril,kaj bi klovni brez veselja, kaj planeti brez vesolja.
Travniki brez trave, država brez ustave in še zvezde bi zaspale, če ne bi bilo noči.
In kaj bi ustnice brez poljubov, in dotiki brez strasti, kaj bi jutra vsa brez tebe, ki z nasmehom me zbudiš.
You can’t escape the past in Paris,
and yet what’s so wonderful about it is that the past and present intermingle
so intangibly that it doesn’t seem to burden.
