Jasenka Hoffmann

“Unexpected intrusions of beauty. This is what life is.”
― Saul Bellow, Herzog

“Yes, all of this is sorrow. But leave a little love burning always like the small bulb in the room of a sleeping baby that gives him a bit of security and quiet love though he doesn’t know what the light is or where it comes from.”
― Yehuda Amichai, The Poetry of Yehuda Amichai

“it was good just to see each other every so often to hear the mad sound of the brain of one echo in the mad sound of the brain of the other.”
― Elena Ferrante, The Story of a New Name

“Bio jednom jedan broj
Čist i okrugao kao sunce
Ali sam mnogo sam

Počeo je da računa sa sobom

Delio se množio
Oduzimao se sabirao
I uvek ostajao sam

Prestao je da računa sa sobom
I zaključao se u svoju okruglu
I sunčanu čistotu

Napolju su ostali usijani
Tragovi njegovog računanja

Počeli su da se jure po mraku
Da se dele kad se množe
Da se oduzimaju kad se sabiraju

Onako kako se to u mraku već radi

I nije bilo nikog da ga zamoli
Da tragove zaustavi
I da ih izbriše”
― Vasko Popa, Selected Poems