Blog korisnika Black Orchid
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| 16 Jun 2007 16:30 | Idi na vrh |
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http://www.amysol.com/ http://my-sweet-panda.livejournal.com/ - art diary of amy sol - "wish pouring at dusk" by amy sol - bonus track 1  - http://www.mycity.rs/Blog/Slonovi.html
- "your meadow, my ocean floor" by amy sol - bonus track 2 - sandfantasy - ocean. with: yanni - "one man's dream" bonus track 3.1, 3.2, ... : http://www.enigmamusic.com/media/e2/rti_re.ram http://www.enigmamusic.com/media/e2/dream.ram http://www.enigmamusic.com/jukebox/ 
bonus track 4.1, ... : just imagine http://www.sandfantasy.com/videoclips/videoclips.htm |
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| dance me... | |
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| 12 Jun 2007 21:59 | Idi na vrh |
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igrajuci balet trazhila sam partnera za tango nisam ga nashla shvatila sam da zhelim partnera za valcer a zaplesala tango sa zvezdama cheznuci za blues dance-om pokretima rumbe plesala sam sambu prestala sam da trazhim i pochela zaboravljati i kako se pleshe i koji je to moj ples tada sam dobila ponudu-potrazhnju za orijentalnim pa za breakdance-om oko vatre i odbila svaku flamenko i disko vratishe me napred pitam se pleshe li zaista vishe niko valcer © Black Orchid @ MyCity.rs |
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| idées vagabondes | |
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| 23 Maj 2007 00:29 | Idi na vrh |
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| 20 Maj 2007 02:56 | Idi na vrh |
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Wall :: Saudade portugalske tuge imaju oči i srca ulovljenih gazela njemački Weltschmerz nosi umor i rezignaciju cijelog svijeta a mi zakopani u balkanskim gudurama kad iza ponoći skidamo maske naših alter ega i pseudonima žrtve smo običnih dunja na ormaru koje su odavno bez mirisa crno-bijelih retuširanih fotografija tuge zarobljene u našim genima iza žuđenih akademskih titula pokradenih šlagera sa Zapada stihova na stranim jezicima ponekad iza ponoći ako imamo (ne)sreću provire naša ogoljena srca naš balkanski blues uđe s ponekom zalutalom notom odbačenim d-molom zvukom violine s radija ciganske čerge vrebaju da nas povedu u naš balkanski saudade. http://wallnamjesecu.blog.hr/ * http://www.mycity.rs/Blog/Wall-na-Mjesecu.html |
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| 18 Maj 2007 03:23 | Idi na vrh |
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Lovac u žitu (sa šestarom) ::CRTE Ivana ne plače. ... prichu mozhete prochitati ovde: http://catcher.blog.hr/2007/05/1622634565/strongne.....ji-je.html http://catcher.blog.hr/ *** bonus track: http://www.mycity.rs/Knjizevnost/U-pustinji-i-prashumi.html |
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| (it is in) ones nature. (nature or nurture) | |
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| 13 Maj 2007 07:44 | Idi na vrh |
| Citat:Two monks were washing their bowls in the river when they noticed a scorpion that was drowning. One monk immediately scooped it up and set it upon the bank. In the process he was stung. He went back to washing his bowl and again the scorpion fell in. The monk saved the scorpion and was again stung. The other monk asked him, "Friend, why do you continue to save the scorpion when you know its nature is to sting?"
"Because," the monk replied, "to save it is my nature." |
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| sve ima svoje, ognjena... | |
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| 26 Apr 2007 03:15 | Idi na vrh |
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(...) dotakni zemlju oseti vodu udahni nebo sachuvaj plam ... zapishem, pa proguglam, da ne bude da nekog ili neshto.., sluchajno, nesvesno, iz neke sfere sletelo, ... ili da bash s nekim delim, ... deshavalo se... i naidjem na tekst (i to kakav) pesme koju nikad nisam chula, grupe za koju nikad nisam chula... ako neko zna, please, info... Off cause: Prava stvar "Odbaci sve shto mislish da znash sve u shto si tako jako siguran Iskochi na tren iz svoje kozhe i pogledaj odozgo na nas Ma nije valjda mrak shto je svuda oko nas i svrha i cilj nashih lutanja Mnogo tog u shto si se jucher kleo sad na tren zaboravi Odbaci tudju rijech kojom vjeshto svoje misli krijesh Al' ne odbacuj san shto sad vri u nama sanjajmo zajedno svi u glas Oslobodi se stega razuma Dodaj vatre svojim snovima Pokreni svemir svojim mislima Udahni nebo (punim pluc'ima) Svi smo mi zhedni a zna li iko put do tog vrela dushe Zatvori ochi nek pojede te tmina ako ne vidish da nisi sâm" * * * u medjuvremenu... "Obrati pazhnju na bas U ritmu je spas I kad nadjesh svoj gruv i na kishi si suv Nachini svaki korak ovom istom strashccu I pregazices more na tom hodochashcu Ako ostanesh cool, sasvim cool" ...samo dodaj malo kremena u shtikle... |
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| the mirror | |
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| 07 Apr 2007 03:15 | Idi na vrh |
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"Music master You that love lovers, this is your home. Welcome! In the midst of making form, love made this form that melts form, with love for the door, soul the vestibule. Watch the dust grains moving in the light near the window. Their dance is our dance. We rarely hear the inward music, but we're all dancing to it nevertheless, directed by the one who teaches us, the pure joy of the sun, our music master. When I am with you, we stay up all night. When you're not here, I can't go to sleep. Praise God for these two insomnias! And the difference between them. The minute I heard my first love story I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along. We are the mirror as well as the face in it. We are tasting the taste this minute of eternity. We are pain and what cures pain, both. We are the sweet cold water and the jar that pours. I want to hold you close like a lute, so we can cry out with loving. You would rather throw stones at a mirror? I am your mirror, and here are the stones." (J. Rumi, 13th century. Taken from "The Essential Rumi," Translations by Coleman Barks and John Moyne) |
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| walking with the wind... | |
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| 07 Apr 2007 00:22 | Idi na vrh |
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"In my small night, alas, The wind has an appointment with the trees, In my small night there is fear of devastation. Listen. Do you hear the dark wind whispering? I look upon this bliss with alien eyes I am addicted to my sorrow Listen. Do you hear the dark wind whispering? Now something is happening in the night The moon is red and agitated And the roof may cave in at any moment. The clouds have gathered like a bunch of mourners And seem to be waiting for the moment of rain. A moment And after it, nothing. Beyond this window the night trembles And the earth Will no longer turn. Beyond this window an enigma worries for you and for me. Oh you who are so verdant Place your hands like a burning memory in my hands. And leave your lips that are warm with life To the loving caresses of my lips. The wind will carry us away, The wind will carry us away." Forough Farrokhzad (1935-1967) * "Autumn afternoon: a sycamore leaf falls softly and rests on its own shadow." - "Yellow violets violet violets together and apart." - "I have come along with the wind, on the first day of summer the wind will carry me along on the last day of fall." `Abbās Kiyārostamī ("Walking with the Wind: Poems by Abbas Kiarostami", Trans. by Ahmad Karimi-Hakkad and Michael Beard. Cambridge: Harvard University Press, 2001) * * "...melanholija u pokretu..." * * * "I folow the Moskva down to Gorky Park listening to the wind of change An August summer night Soldiers passing by listening to the wind of change The world is closing in Did you ever think that we could be so close, like brothers? The future's in the air I can feel it everywhere blowing with the wind of change Take me to the magic of the moment on a glory night where the children of tomorrow dream away in the wind of change Walking down the street distant memories are buried in the past forever I folow the Moskva down to Gorky Park listening to the wind of change Take me to the magic of the moment on a glory night where the children of tomorrow share their dreams with you and me Take me to the magic of the moment on a glory night where the children of tomorrow dream away in the wind of change The wind of change blows straight into the face of time like a stormwind that will ring the freedom bell for peace of mind Let your balalaika sing what my guitar wants to say Take me to the magic of the moment on a glory night where the children of tomorrow share their dreams with you and me Take me to the magic of the moment on a glory night where the children of tomorrow dream away in the wind of change..." Scorpions |
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| 04 Apr 2007 05:08 | Idi na vrh |
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"Ko voli cvec'e, ne bi smeo da ga kupuje na trgovima, jer tako plac'a njegovu smrt." Meni pokloniti cvet - (jedan od) znak(ova) nepoznavanja. A jedan je recimo znao da ga napravi od papira... recikliranog, naravno. (Protiv teletine, ovchetine, automobila, cigareta, i ostalog blizheg i daljeg, nije medjutim imao nishta protiv...) Samo On je Znao... (chuvam. u onoj kutijici oblika srca. od stakla.) umorna od (samo)objashnjavanja, na poseban dan |
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