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Nikola Dominis

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  1. You are bigger and older than the universe, and a billion galaxies, and those closest - "Andromeda", and those far away hundreds of millions light years. You were there when they were born, before a bit more than thirteen billion years, then in the mist of prehistory you liquated stars and worlds, shaped them, built them. Yes, You, It was You, when there was no time yet, You told him to start, You commanded him to set in motion, You, It was You, in the daybreak of history You've created everything from nothing… "When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained; What is man, that thou art mindful of him? And the son of man, that thou visitest him?"
  2. He is far away, many will say, why to fervor, when it’s impossible , nice, but impossible. I tell you men everything is possible to the one who believes, the ideal is in you, believe in it. Ideal is the voice, the voice in your heart, ideal is the fervor, fervor that wins, ideal is the future, achievable future. The ideal is a viewpoint, on which we have to climb, ideal is a compass, which directs us, the ideal is the strength, which has to bear us, ideal is life which has to be lived.
  3. Hello from Croatia, I am Nikola Dominis (34), student of the Faculty of Philosophy and Theology in Zagreb. Otherwise I am from the province of Dalmatia, green forests, islands, beaches and turquoise sea. I write poetry, I really enjoy writing. I have published two collections of poems in Croatian, few I translated into English. I just finish the novel, that's my first, wish me luck. With the delay I congratulate everyone Christmas and I want all the best in New 2019.
  4. You Mary, you gave birth to God, placed him in the poor manger, probably your heart felt the pain that like all other children, he did not have his own crib, you know, he loved the manger more, so small and helpless, but he was peaceful and secure, because you and Joseph have been watching over Him. How you sung to him quietly, how you hugged him, when you would lift him on your knees, and gently rocking him, or when you would tell him those beautiful stories about the old history, of Jewish, and when you would hold him in your tender hands, and kissed him, often you would shed a tear, tear of happiness. How wonderful are those early days for mothers, how wonderful it is to have a baby, those little hands that hug you and big eyes that look at you, let the universe pass, let the world end, but mother does not see nothing but her child. And there is something else I would like to know, Mother how is it up there among the stars, how are you venerated by seraphims and cherubims what is the Haven like when the angel's song arises, and you shepherds tell me, what kind of voice do angels have, I would like to know that and I would like to know how it is to be close to God, how it is when you look at Him in the face, how is it when His light illuminates you? And a few more things I would like to know, can I up there hear the song of the canary, or happy swallows as in the summer days in my homeland, are up there as here beautiful meadows and flowers, are there any clear streams and high waterfalls, I know I'm curious but I would like to know, if I make it to you one day, and you know I'll do my best to; Will I ever see that joy of Bethlehem? Will I be able to see little Christ? And what was it like in the holy night? You know, that's what I would like to know. I know you hear me, Mother, maybe your smile was elicited by my child's desire, but we were all childrens once, we were all joys of our mothers, although I'm not a kid anymore, I would be sorry to extinguish my childish dreams in me, let it remain some of the joys of childhood, let it remain some memory of smallness, let it remain a bit of Christmas in me. Nikola Dominis _ Croatia
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