Time of Happy Loves has finally arrived in my life. It is a profound internal landscape. In the heart of France, I found a vital lesson. True joy often follows the hardest tectonic shifts. This radiant light helps me process the world. As a highly sensitive person, I cherish this warmth. It turns old scars into a stable, Malachite peace. Within these bright intervals, the soul completes its crystallization. We move from the grey past to a golden present. The modern world often rushes through deep emotions. However, I choose to linger in this quiet gratitude. This Time of Happy Loves is not a fleeting moment. It is a mineral-rich space for our shared future. By embracing this joy, we reclaim our narrative. We transform every old vulnerability into enduring, radiant strength.
Vrijeme sretnih ljubavi
Prošlost je davno nestala,
kada smo bili tuga i ja —
toliko davno da ni tuga više ne postoji.
poput mjehurića što nestaju u zraku.
Hvala vremenu koje je prošlo,
jer oslobodilo me od samoće,
od tuge, od svega što više ne nosim.
ni ne mislim na njih —
oni su iza mene, tiho i daleko.
dvoje srca koja su se našla,
koja se smiju u tišini,
dodiruju se rukama i šaptom obećavaju,
koja u svakom pogledu pronalaze nježnost,
u svakom osmijehu radost,
u svakom trenutku – dom.
nježno, spokojno, svijetlo —
i svaki dah nosi samo sadašnjost,
samo nas dvoje,
i sve što je stvarno i lijepo.
Le temps des amours heureux
Le passé a disparu depuis longtemps,
quand nous étions la tristesse et moi —
si longtemps que même la tristesse n’existe plus.
comme des bulles qui disparaissent dans le vent.
Merci au temps qui est passé,
car il m’a libérée de la solitude,
de la peine, de tout ce que je ne porte plus.
je n’y pense même plus —
ils sont derrière moi, silencieux et lointains.
deux cœurs qui se sont trouvés,
qui rient en silence,
se touchent les mains et se promettent en chuchotant,
trouvant la tendresse dans chaque regard,
la joie dans chaque sourire,
un foyer dans chaque instant.
doucement, sereinement, lumineusement —
et chaque souffle ne porte que le présent,
rien que nous deux,
et tout ce qui est vrai et beau.
Time of Happy Loves
The past disappeared long ago,
when it was sadness and me —
so long ago that even sadness no longer exists.
like bubbles vanishing in the breeze.
Thank you to the time that has passed,
for it freed me from loneliness,
from grief, from everything I no longer carry.
I don’t even think of them —
they are behind me, quiet and far away.
two hearts that found each other,
laughing in silence,
touching hands and whispering promises,
finding tenderness in every glance,
joy in every smile,
a home in every moment.
gently, serenely, brightly —
and every breath carries only the present,
only the two of us,
and everything that is real and beautiful.