Instead of breakfast, she has brought sway and dancing into bed.

Ratko Petrović

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Svako dalje ratovanje na ovim prostorima bi bilo bezumno naplaćivanje drumarine preko jednog porušenog mosta ljudskosti. Plaćanje novim životima preko ruševine koja nikuda ne vodi, a koja samo optičkom varkom razdvaja jednu te istu obalu. Nismo mi isto, reći će zadrti, mada dva metra zemlje i crv ne prave neku razliku. Krv je krv. Jetra je jetra. Mozak je mozak. Smrt je smrt. Ali to sve i ne čini ono što je bio neki čovek. Već sadržaj istog. Sadržaj čini i nečoveka. To je najporaznije od svega, mogućnost za zverstvo sa ljudskom sposobnošću ignorisanja razuma i onog što se zapravo čini. Uniženje činom. Konačnog razrešenja slepog creva nerazumnosti na prostoru Balkana ne može biti, jer on zahteva jednu zversku bezumnost i demonsku brutalnost. A posle zverstava nema pobednika. Posle zverstava ne ostaju ljudi. Niti zver može biti pobednik ičega. Tu, oko tih ruševina, svi osećaju nekakve oči na svom potiljku. Opuštanje je samo privid. Život ti se "kao" normalno odvija, ako ne gledaš ka ruševini, ali gorčina ostaje, jer ruševina stoji, zagađuje vodu koju svi piju. Natopila se krvlju i piša sad, kad god je narod najžedniji. Ulazi u sistem, upisuje se u gene. Truje organizam. I što je najgore, zapaljiva je. Samozapaljiva. Ruševina mosta, koji ne vodi nigde, podignutog da ubeđuje da postoje nekakve strane, da se išta razdvaja. Mada nije razdvajao nikad taj most ljude od ljudi, razdvojio je ljude od neljudi. Što je i jedina podela na ovom svetu, sve ostale podele su delo neljudskosti. Pravio ih ili prihvatao.
Ratko Petrović
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Breakfast! My favorite meal- and you can be so creative. I think of bowls of sparkling berries and fresh cream, baskets of Popovers and freshly squeezed orange juice, thick country bacon, hot maple syrup, panckes and French toast - even the nutty flavor of Irish oatmeal with brown sugar and cream. Breaksfast is the place I splurge with calories, then I spend the rest of the day getting them off! I love to use my prettiest table settings - crocheted placemats with lace-edged napkins and old hammered silver. And whether you are inside in front of a fire, candles burning brightly on a wintery day - or outside on a patio enjoying the morning sun - whether you are having a group of friends and family, a quiet little brunch for two, or an even quieter little brunch just for yourself, breakfast can set the mood and pace of the whole day.

And Sunday is my day. Sometimes I think we get caught up in the hectic happenings of the weeks and months and we forget to take time out to relax. So one Sunday morning I decided to do things differently - now it's gotten to be a sort of ritual! This is what I do: at around 8:30 am I pull myself from my warm cocoon, fluff up the pillows and blankets and put some classical music on the stereo. Then I'm off to the kitchen, where I very calmly (so as not to wake myself up too much!) prepare my breakfast, seomthing extra nice - last week I had fresh pineapple slices wrapped in bacon and broiled, a warm croissant, hot chocolate with marshmallows and orange juice. I put it all on a tray with a cloth napkin, my book-of-the-moment and the "Travel" section of the Boston Globe and take it back to bed with me. There I spend the next two hours reading, eating and dreaming while the snowflakes swirl through the treetops outside my bedroom window. The inspiring music of Back or Vivaldi adds an exquisite elegance to the otherwise unruly scene, and I am in heaven. I found time to get in touch with myself and my life and i think this just might be a necessity! Please try it for yourself, and someone you love.
Susan Branch
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