Friday, February 27, 2015
Wednesday, February 25, 2015
Sunday, February 22, 2015
"Ne možemo odrediti tocan trenutak u kojem se formira prijateljstvo. Kao kad punimo posudu kap po kap, uvijek postoji zadnja kap koja je prelije; tako i u nizu ljubaznosti postoji zadnja od koje se srce prelije." Montag je sjedio i slusao kisu.
(Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fahrenheit_451
(Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fahrenheit_451
Thursday, February 19, 2015
Friday, February 13, 2015
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
Tuesday, February 10, 2015
https://www.flickr.com/photos/ta3mam/sets/72157643246273565
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cherry_blossom
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mono_no_aware
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meguro_River
https://www.google.hr/search?q=meguro+river&num=30&biw=1366&bih=576&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ei=2cfbVNGTK8_XauW6gqAE&ved=0CAgQ_AUoAQ
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cherry_blossom
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mono_no_aware
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meguro_River
https://www.google.hr/search?q=meguro+river&num=30&biw=1366&bih=576&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ei=2cfbVNGTK8_XauW6gqAE&ved=0CAgQ_AUoAQ
Monday, February 9, 2015
Sunday, February 8, 2015
Sunday, February 1, 2015
Saturday, January 31, 2015
Friday, January 23, 2015
Monday, January 19, 2015
Friday, January 16, 2015
Friday, January 2, 2015
Tuesday, December 30, 2014
Sunday, December 28, 2014
Tuesday, December 9, 2014
Thursday, December 4, 2014
Jedan pisac kaže: "Što su moje pripadnosti brojnije, to se moj identitet pokazuje posebnijim".
(http://www.akuzativ.com/teme/616-mesto-rodjenja-je-samo-detalj-u-biografiji)
(http://www.akuzativ.com/teme/616-mesto-rodjenja-je-samo-detalj-u-biografiji)
Tuesday, December 2, 2014
Sir Zagreb and Lady Solstice
Na tračnicama sneg. Nazivao ju je prelijepa i dugokosa. Ona ne razume kada se takve reči govore jednom strancu. Kap vode oprezno klizi niz zamagljen prozor. Misli da je nemoguće jednoj planeti približiti se drugoj. Unutar plavog tramvaja stisle su se uz staklo reči od kojih je ispleten njihov prvi i jedini susret. Pored njih smestila se njena misao veličine zemlje, mora i neba izmedju Ascota i Velikog koralnog grebena. Rub kragne, pramen kose, vrat jedne osobe živeli su negde iza te kapi vode. U tom je svetu sedela sa njim u polutami lokala i tajno podizala pogled da se veseli njegovoj kosi, rukavu, pokretu ruke. Dok on ne gleda. Najsavršenije stvari su one nesavršene. Najsavršenije zanoktice koje je videla, sa kojima treba pažljivo da se postupa. I najlepse ruke jer su njegove. Poznati osmeh. Poznat govor. I te velike sitnice donosile su talase radosti koji su činili da se ona smeši neprestano, tako smisleno, a nedokučivo za kosmos oko nje. I ćutala je najpredanije. I nadala jedino blagom postupanju. San nema nastavak jer postoje razni načini da čovek bude probuđen, naročito lajanjem ili tapkajući šapama po kući. Lepota je u nesavršenim stvarima, rekla sam psu. I u običnim situacijama.
Saturday, November 15, 2014
Sunday, November 9, 2014
Saturday, November 8, 2014
Saturday, November 1, 2014
Tuesday, October 28, 2014
I wish I had a photograph
To let you see the way you smile
Upon my foolish heart
The words I do not know enough
I hope that you will find my song
A pleasing to your ear
You step beneath the midnight moon
To gather dewdrops for the sun
A waiting until morn
Oh, if I was a branched tree
I'd be the oak tree fast and strong
To win your gentle heart
And If I was one grain of corn
I'd wait till you did come along
To throw me to the wind
And if I was one silken thread
Embroidered all in cherry red
Upon your breast I'd lie
And if I was the alder tree
I'd burn it fiercely over thee
Our love would surely last
And if I was the hawthorn bush
And you did shelter under me
I would not do you harm
And if I was one glass of wine
One sip from you would give me time
To take you by the hand
And all across the hills we'd go
In search of what no one does know
Except for you and I
To let you see the way you smile
Upon my foolish heart
The words I do not know enough
I hope that you will find my song
A pleasing to your ear
You step beneath the midnight moon
To gather dewdrops for the sun
A waiting until morn
Oh, if I was a branched tree
I'd be the oak tree fast and strong
To win your gentle heart
And If I was one grain of corn
I'd wait till you did come along
To throw me to the wind
And if I was one silken thread
Embroidered all in cherry red
Upon your breast I'd lie
And if I was the alder tree
I'd burn it fiercely over thee
Our love would surely last
And if I was the hawthorn bush
And you did shelter under me
I would not do you harm
And if I was one glass of wine
One sip from you would give me time
To take you by the hand
And all across the hills we'd go
In search of what no one does know
Except for you and I
Sunday, October 19, 2014
Wednesday, September 24, 2014
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
Friday, September 19, 2014
Saturday, August 2, 2014
Friday, July 4, 2014
Thursday, July 3, 2014
Monday, June 30, 2014
Saturday, June 28, 2014
Saturday, June 14, 2014
Sunday, June 8, 2014
Wednesday, June 4, 2014
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