Love Novel : Ivana Sajko

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Kapitel 1: A Sparrow Must Return to its Own Nest

I thought the same as she thought that we have to hold our hands tight when we feel bad for each other, similarly, we should not stay away so far that our shadows do not cross one another. And at last, we have to keep a thing alive in our mind as she hoped, ‘All this will pass’.  We have to return to our beloved after an exhausting day out like the little sparrow comes back to its nest in the evening in Ivana’s Sajko’s Love Novel (2022).

Kapitel 2: Why Do We Forget ourselves to Remember Other

Are there any options out there for us other than accepting the fact that we are confined to overlook our own issues in exchange for being busy with the others. We are more mindful of the sound of the door bells of our next door.

Kapitel 3: A life is an Anaphora

We live our life on a wheel of repetition but on the different paths that only make it assorted and save our spirit for going along.

Kapitel 4: Que sera, sera [What will be, will be]

How much authority do our bodies have over our minds? Moreover, how much authority do our minds have over our emotions? How capable are our emotions to be revealed through our feelings? Is it true that we surrender to the infinite regression of what will be, will be?

Kapitel 5: Absurdity is the Final End in Life

Human beings own the complete free will to select the means in life but the margins of these means are not always justified, which carry some of us to bear the tragic consequences. 

Kapitel 6: A Marriage at its True Skins

There are no such recipes that survive the principles of marriage. Like many man made monuments, marriage falls down to the earth. It's the shared lives not the loyalty of marriage that live long.

 

Ljubavni roman [Croatian, 2015]

Ivana Sajko

Love Novel [English,2022]

Trans. by Mima Simić




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