For my mother, time is merely a veil that cannot hide her enduring warmth. In the quiet sanctuary of my home in France, I found this eternal connection. This love is more than just a memory of a face on the wall. It is a profound internal architecture for my resilient soul. This tribute for my mother helps me process the beauty of our shared heritage. As a highly sensitive person, I feel her presence in every sunrise. It turns old tectonic grief into a stable, Malachite peace. Within these sacred intervals, the spirit finally finds its original rhythm. We move from the silence of loss to the music of her legacy. The modern world often rushes through the process of remembering. However, I choose the quiet elegance of this lasting bond. This relationship is a mineral-rich space for our authentic lives. By honoring her, we reclaim our radiant, enduring strength.
Za moju majku
Pažljivo promatram našu zajedničku sliku, uokvirenu i čvrsto obješenu na zidu. Na njoj smo zagrljene i nasmijane, a osmijeh na našim licima isijava sreću koja je nekada bila beskonačna.
Svaki put kad je pogledam, osjećam da smo i dalje tu. Neraskidivo povezane, kroz godine i prostore, povezane nevidljivim nitima. Toplina i nježnost koju osjećam širi se poput zraka, ispunjava svaki kutak srca.
Kad bi samo znala koliko te duboko volim. Svakim danom sve više. Da si sada ovdje, ne bih prestajala pokazivati ti ljubav koju nosim u srcu – skrivena, nježna, ispunjena svakim udahom.
Vrijeme prolazi, dani se nižu, život neumorno ide dalje. A ja ostajem ovdje, osjećajući prazninu koju ništa ne može ispuniti. Ipak, u svakom pogledu na tebe pronalazim snagu. Svaka uspomena, svaki osmijeh na slici, nosi sa sobom djelić tebe.
I u toj tišini, dok gledam sliku, osjećam da ljubav koju nosim u sebi još uvijek živi, vječna i neugasla.
Pour ma mère
Je regarde attentivement notre photo commune, encadrée et accrochée fermement au mur. Nous y sommes enlacées et souriantes, et le sourire sur nos visages irradie un bonheur qui semblait autrefois infini.
Chaque fois que je la regarde, je sens que nous sommes toujours là. Inextricablement liées à travers les années et les espaces. La chaleur et la tendresse que je ressens se répandent comme l’air, remplissant chaque coin de mon cœur.
Si seulement tu savais à quel point je t’aime profondément. Chaque jour un peu plus. Si tu étais ici maintenant, je ne cesserais jamais de te montrer l’amour que je porte dans mon cœur.
Le temps passe, les jours s’enchaînent, la vie avance sans relâche. Et je reste ici, ressentant un vide que rien ne peut remplir. Pourtant, à chaque regard posé sur toi, je trouve de la force. Chaque souvenir, chaque sourire sur la photo, porte un morceau de toi.
Et dans ce silence, en regardant la photo, je sens que l’amour que je porte en moi vit encore, éternel et inextinguible.
For my mother
I carefully look at our shared picture, framed and firmly hung on the wall. In it, we are hugged and smiling, and the smiles on our faces radiate happiness that once felt endless.
Every time I look at it, I feel that we are still there. Inseparably connected through years and spaces. The warmth and tenderness I feel spreads like air, filling every corner of my heart.
If only you knew how deeply I love you. More and more with each passing day. If you were here now, I would never stop showing you the love I carry in my heart.
Time passes, days follow one another, life relentlessly moves on. And I remain here, feeling the emptiness that nothing can fill. Yet in every glance at you, I find strength. Every memory, every smile in the picture, carries a piece of you.
And in that silence, as I look at the picture, I feel that the love I carry within still lives, eternal and unextinguished.