During one of many travels into known and unknown, during one of many usual and
unusual days, while diving into half-dream and you think of everything and
nothing, suddenly you meet someone. They say that the first impression is the
most important. There is certain truth in that as long as it turns out
different. His attitude, overt pride, something in his words that leaves us
breathless and attract you. It seems that one moment has just turned into
eternity, you just don't want it to stop. Something in that look of the eye
drags you to go further, to explore, to find out more...Here a story of a human
who changed own name begins, about the man who was once called SOMEONE and today
is called NOONE. Just in one moment you come to glance that you were born under
one happy star, that you have found the treasure on the bottom of the sea,
something precious that is rarely met in a life. His eye look, shiny, mysterious
and unattainable, signifed also his intellect. His words, calm and balanced, in
one strange but in the same time logical composition, weaved a story that could
be read in many ways. Security and clearness of his speech relieves you from
every suspicion, simply believing in the things you hear. SOMEONE had his own
attitude about everything and with his proud presence he showed that he believes
in himself and that he stands for everything he says. And in the moments when he
rarely surprises with his motion, you feel so great, SOMEONE was thinking about
you, if he wasn't so SOMEONE in your eyes, it would be so usual, daily. That
beautiful feeling keeps you in days while life, cruel and unpredictable, does
start with the other flow. In that mess only courageous, secure and witted go
further, those weak remain where they are. SOMEONE, in the shade of it's pride
does not want to fight and go more, his pride is more important than anything,
even than his life. And you still believe that SOMEONE is SOMEONE, you believe
that his time will come, you find million reasons to justify him in your own
eyes only, not to damage that first impression. You are listening carefully to
his words, you absorb them into your soul...and then, slowly you make the
puzzle, you start to know SOMEONE up to the end. SOMEONE started to become
NOONE. In a moment you think that only wrong composition of words was guilty for
that, but you cannot blame the deeds, so clear and imperishable. SOMEONE became
NOONE. In front of you one has a human hiding behind his pride, totally
insecure, not-defined, contradictory, inconclusive, made of lies, a human who
does not know what he wants and someone who you cannot trust anymore, ever. His
single weapon is pride and now just a pale story once you enjoyed in. In his
life traveling NOONE will play so many times again his role with the aim to give
little and take a lot, but he could never take the most the valuable from him
and for his huge pride he could not see more and further. He will be drown in
his pride without cover.
Pride without cover, author Suzana Stojanović,
11.29.2006.
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Na jednom od mnogih
putovanja u poznato i nepoznato, u jednom od mnogih običnih i neobičnih dana dok
tonete u polusan i razmišljate o ničemu i svačemu, iznenada upoznate nekog. Kažu
da je prvi utisak najbitniji. Ima tu neke istine dok se ne pokaže drugačije.
Privuče vas njegovo držanje, neskriveni ponos, nešto u njegovim rečima što vas
ostavlja bez daha. Čini vam se da se trenutak pretvorio u večnost, ne želite da
prestane. Nešto vas vuče u njegovom pogledu da idete dalje, da istražujete i da
saznate što više...Ovde počinje priča o čoveku koji je promenio ime: nekada se
zvao NEKO a sada se zove NIKO. U samo jednom trenu pomislite da ste rođeni pod
srećnom zvezdom, da ste pronašli blago na dnu mora, nešto vredno što se sreće
retko u životu. Njegov pogled, sjajan, tajanstven i nedokučiv, nagoveštavao je
isto takav intelekt. Njegove reči, smirene i odmerene, u čudnom ali u isto vreme
i logičnom sklopu tkale su priču koja se mogla čitati na više načina. Realnost,
koja se jasno nazirala iz njegovog govora, bila je suprotna njegovom izrazu
lica. Sigurnost i jasnost njegovog govora oslobađa vas svake sumnje, jednostavno
verujete u to sto čujete. NEKO je imao svoj stav o svemu, svojim ponosnim
držanjem pokazivao je da veruje u sebe i da stoji iza svega što kaže. I onda
kada vas retko iznanadi nekim svojim gestom osećate se tako dobro, NEKO je
mislio na vas. Da nije toliko NEKO u vašim očima to bi bilo nešto sasvim obično,
svakodnevno. Taj predivan osećaj drži vas danima dok život, surov i nepredvidiv,
ne krene nekim drugim tokom. U tom metežu samo hrabri, sigurni i snalažljivi idu
dalje, slabi ostaju tamo gde jesu. NEKO, u senci svog ponosa ne želi da se bori
i da ide dalje, njegov ponos bitniji je od svega, čak i od samog života. I vi
jos uvek verujete da je NEKO NEKO, verujete da će njegovo vreme tek doći,
nalazite milion razloga da ga opravdate u svojim očima samo da ne uprljate onaj
prvi utisak. Slušate pažljivo njegove reči, upijate ih u svoju dušu, a onda
polako slažete kockice, počinjete da upoznajete NEKOG do kraja. NEKO je počeo da
postaje NIKO. Na trenutke mislite da je za sve kriv samo pogrešan sklop reči,
ali ne možete da krivite dela, tako jasna i neuništiva. NEKO je postao NIKO.
Pred sobom posmatrate čoveka koji se krio iza svog ponosa, sasvim nesigurnog,
nedefinisanog, kontradiktornog, neubedljivog, satkanog od laži, čoveka koji ne
zna sta želi i kome više nikada nećete moći da verujete. Jedino njegovo oružje
je samo ponos i sada već bleda priča u kojoj ste nekada uživali. Na svom
životnom putu NIKO će još mnogo puta da odigra svoju ulogu sa ciljem da malo
pruža a mnogo uzima ali nikada neće moći da uzme ono najvrednije jer od sebe i
svog ogromnog ponosa nije mogao da vidi više i dalje. Udaviće se u svom ponosu
bez pokrića.
Ponos bez pokrića, autor Suzana Stojanović,
29.11.2006.
