{"id":1088,"date":"2018-06-07T18:24:04","date_gmt":"2018-06-07T16:24:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/noa.bart.sk\/?p=1088"},"modified":"2018-06-07T18:24:04","modified_gmt":"2018-06-07T16:24:04","slug":"kiddieta","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/noa.bart.sk\/index.php\/2018\/06\/07\/kiddieta\/","title":{"rendered":"Kid\/Die\u0165a"},"content":{"rendered":"

Kid<\/span><\/h2>\n

 <\/p>\n

Smiling like there aren\u2019t any boundaries,<\/p>\n

Because there really aren\u2019t none.<\/p>\n

Cheeks are burning like flames coloured in red<\/p>\n

While I\u00a0laugh and laugh like crazy,<\/p>\n

Not the least worried or concerned<\/p>\n

That I\u2019m going to run out of my breath.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The giggles are more than contagious<\/p>\n

And they make everyone around me happy as well,<\/p>\n

Which just adds to my already enormous smile.<\/p>\n

Happiness so big that there\u2019s no place for fear<\/p>\n

Or second guesses,<\/p>\n

Because I\u00a0am who I\u00a0am,<\/p>\n

Not afraid to show every piece of me<\/p>\n

In the most beautiful of all symphonies \u2013<\/p>\n

– my jingly laugh.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I\u00a0think of Peter Pan, once so dear to my heart<\/p>\n

And hope that at least over thousand fairies are born right now,<\/p>\n

Together dancing and flying in the rhythm of my happy tears<\/p>\n

That are running down my once chubby cheeks,<\/p>\n

Destroying any foundations built on fears.<\/p>\n

At least that was all to it when I\u00a0used to be a\u00a0kid,<\/p>\n

But I won\u2019t let it just stay that way,<\/p>\n

When I know that there\u2019s a place,<\/p>\n

A place for me to be happy right here and there<\/p>\n

Just the way I am with all my broken pieces<\/p>\n

That can be put together any minute<\/p>\n

As if the small me was once again<\/p>\n

Putting together adorable pictures of puzzle<\/p>\n

And I see cute puppies and kittens in front of me all over again<\/p>\n

Barking and purring at me from the white wall of my bedroom<\/p>\n

As if telling me in their primitive animalistic ways<\/p>\n

That if I let people in and relive those cheerful memories<\/p>\n

I could find happiness in the smallest of things once again<\/p>\n

And get up excited for each and every new day.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Die\u0165a<\/span><\/h2>\n

 <\/p>\n

Smejem sa akoby neexistovali \u017eiadne z\u00e1brany,<\/p>\n

preto\u017ee vskutku \u017eiadne nie s\u00fa.<\/p>\n

L\u00edca horia ako plamene zafarben\u00e9 na\u010derveno,<\/p>\n

zatia\u013e \u010do sa rehocem a rehl\u00edm ako \u0161ialenec;<\/p>\n

a ani prinajmen\u0161om sa neob\u00e1vam,<\/p>\n

\u017ee by mi nevysta\u010dil dych.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

M\u00f4j chichot je viac ako len n\u00e1kazliv\u00fd<\/p>\n

a\u00a0v\u010faka nemu s\u00fa i\u00a0v\u0161etci okolo m\u0148a \u0161\u0165astn\u00ed,<\/p>\n

\u010do len prid\u00e1va na mojom u\u017e obrovskom \u00fasmeve.<\/p>\n

\u0160\u0165astie tak\u00e9 ve\u013ek\u00e9, \u017ee nezost\u00e1va miesto pre strach,<\/p>\n

\u010di nejak\u00e9 dohady,<\/p>\n

preto\u017ee som k\u00fdm som;<\/p>\n

a neob\u00e1vam sa uk\u00e1za\u0165 v\u0161etky moje str\u00e1nky<\/p>\n

v\u00a0najkraj\u0161ej zo v\u0161etk\u00fdch symf\u00f3nii \u2013<\/p>\n

– v mojom zvonivom smiechu.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Spomeniem si na Petra Pana, niekedy tak\u00e9ho bl\u00edzkeho m\u00f4jmu srdie\u010dku,<\/p>\n

a\u00a0d\u00fafam, \u017ee je teraz zroden\u00fdch najmenej cez tis\u00edc v\u00edl,<\/p>\n

tancuj\u00facich a\u00a0lietaj\u00facich spolu v\u00a0rytme mojich \u0161\u0165astn\u00fdch s\u013az,<\/p>\n

ktor\u00e9 sa kot\u00fa\u013eaj\u00fa dolu mojimi kedysi buc\u013eat\u00fdmi l\u00ed\u010dkami;<\/p>\n

zne\u0161kod\u0148uj\u00fac v\u0161etky z\u00e1klady postaven\u00e9 v strachu.<\/p>\n

Aspo\u0148 to je v\u0161etko \u010do tu bolo,<\/p>\n

ke\u010f som e\u0161te bola mal\u00e1;<\/p>\n

ale ja to nenech\u00e1m len tak,<\/p>\n

ke\u010f\u017ee viem, \u017ee i\u00a0pre m\u0148a tu je miesto,<\/p>\n

miesto kde by som bola \u0161\u0165astn\u00e1 pr\u00e1ve tu a\u00a0teraz;<\/p>\n

tak\u00e1 ak\u00e1 som so v\u0161etk\u00fdmi mojimi zlomen\u00fdmi k\u00faskami,<\/p>\n

ktor\u00e9 m\u00f4\u017eu by\u0165 poskladan\u00e9 dohromady kedyko\u013evek.<\/p>\n

Ako keby znova moje detsk\u00e9 ja<\/p>\n

skladalo dokopy rozko\u0161n\u00e9 obr\u00e1zky z\u00a0puzzle,<\/p>\n

a\u00a0ja zas a\u00a0znova pred sebou vid\u00edm tie roztomil\u00e9 \u0161teniatka a\u00a0ma\u010diatka,<\/p>\n

ako na m\u0148a \u0161tekaj\u00fa a\u00a0prad\u00fa z\u00a0bielej steny mojej izbietky;<\/p>\n

akoby mi hovorili svojimi primit\u00edvnymi a\u00a0zvierac\u00edmi sp\u00f4sobmi,<\/p>\n

\u017ee ke\u010f znova k\u00a0sebe vpust\u00edm \u013eud\u00ed a\u00a0pre\u017eijem tie radostn\u00e9 spomienky,<\/p>\n

tak budem zaraz schopn\u00e1 n\u00e1js\u0165 \u0161\u0165astie i\u00a0v\u00a0\u00fapln\u00fdch mali\u010dkostiach;<\/p>\n

a\u00a0vst\u00e1va\u0165 tak nate\u0161en\u00e1 na ka\u017ed\u00fd nov\u00fd de\u0148.<\/p>\n

\"Peter
Peter Pan rightfully belongs\u00a0on the list of\u00a0my most favourite English Classics novels that reminds us to nurture our child self that lives deep inside each and every one of us. By means of this poem and book I would like to incline you to do so as well! When we lose it, the coulours of our world could fade away and our imagination could be lost as well. We\u00a0wouldn’t want to risk that at any cost! Or?\u00a0…\/Peter Pan je jedna z mojich najob\u013e\u00fabenej\u0161\u00edch anglick\u00fdch klasick\u00fdch kn\u00edh, ktor\u00e1 n\u00e1m pripom\u00edna, aby sme si v\u017edy uchovali na\u0161e detsk\u00e9 ja, ktor\u00e9 \u017eije hlboko v ka\u017edom z n\u00e1s. Prostredn\u00edctvom tejto b\u00e1sne a knihy V\u00e1s teda \u017eiadam, aby ste si tak u\u010dinili i Vy! Ke\u010f ho toti\u017e strat\u00edme, tak pre n\u00e1s svet strat\u00ed farbu a vytrat\u00ed sa z neho fant\u00e1zia. To predsa nechceme za \u017eiadnych okolnost\u00ed riskova\u0165! Alebo? …<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Suzanne\/Zuzana<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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