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This song led me through unknown mountains, beautiful unsigned villages, up and down roads. When it was getting dark and the panic overwhelmed me, Lyla started playing on the radio. And continued until I saw the city, until the road became familiar.
I was driving back home, earlier that day and after few hours of driving decided to stay at the hotel overnight. Was just about to arrive there, not more than 15 minutes far from the hotel, when the sign on the road showed required by-pass. The fuel in the car was already low, the lamp was blinking that it needed to be fed and on the regular road I knew, there were several gas stations further, where I wanted to stop and take the fuel. But I thought that there must have been some on the by-pass too, since the real road was cut. And started following the by-pass signs, which indeed were only a couple, on this long narrow hilly curvy 2 hours long road. That’s how long it took me, with the fuel getting lower and lower, while climbing constantly through the forest, villages, with only a few cars passed by and with absolutely no road signs to know where I was heading to or in which village at that moment I was. And not a one gas station.
With the night coming, the forest seemed darker and roads stranger and villages even more unfamiliar. I was already panicking, but the song kept me thinking clearly, the top of the mountain was reached and finally the road started getting down. The fuel got kept on the same level and not reducing with each curve, but going down the mountain took a while. The panic was still attacking me and when I saw the city lights in the distance and then the city sign, followed by the gas station, I screamed the city name with an incredible relief, started shaking and laughing.
I was further than the hotel where I wanted to stay in, had to find the way back and it was the night already but I had enough fuel to enjoy the surrounding and relax from the excitement I had.
The real travelogue should have not looked the same. The landscape was inspiring, the weather clear, with this beautiful song it would have been amazing experience. But instead I didn’t notice anything around me, not knowing where I was, trying to get back to the original road and tank the car. Only if there were enough signs to inform you how long the road was, where was the last gas station before you took that route, which city you were going to arrive at the end of by-pass, how far you were from it and which village you were going through.
Patke. Nana. Urme. The longest day this year ended with summer shower. Music day. Should be music in everywhere and everything. Fête de la musique...
City, with the smell of donuts and acacia
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This infographic by Carey Jolliffe goes into some serious depth about the meaning of colours. Colour can have a huge effect on whatever you're creating - whethe
Kiša
Gobleni, miljei, čipkaste zavese i cvet trešnje. Grupa golubova u bari, debeli mačor na niskom prozoru
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Friends.
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Stojiš uz zid i gledaš me nežno, vreme prolazi sporo. Kao nekad, samo drugačije obučeni. Sve što želim je da ostanemo tu, polako se približavajući, kao slučajno namerno dodirujući, dok se koža ježi, dok mi pričaš svojim neponovljivim ritmom i čarobnom nijansom glasa i ljubiš uvo i gledamo panoramu grada. Grad izgleda ušuškan pred našim očima, kao snegom i svetlucavim ukrasima za vreme novogodišnjih praznika… a tek je proleće - na prelazu u leto.
S kišom se i godišnja doba prelila jedno u drugo, slikajući akvarele po ulicama, izlozima i licima. Lebdim mokrim bulevarima nošena onim tvojim osmehom u uglu usana i položaju obrva, tražeći te na prozorima, osvetljenim noću, otvorenim danju.
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Like the coolest light installation, to carry on with, those words are flashing in the air. After that little conversation, while enjoying swimming, I had with the old lady, as she said for herself, whose real age you cannot correctly guess, beautiful, tall, with that charming smile under the straw hat and gazelle walk.
I saw her the other day and then again and then she greeted me when she saw me looking at her. She was slowly entering the water, but then stayed swimming for hours, far from the shore, among the boats, from one beach to another and back.
The water was clean and calm and a bit cold after the rain, the beach was pretty empty and only few of us found it beautiful to swim and sit on the mall in the sunset.
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Izraz. Jeste - je - umetnost.
Uspomene, stvaranje novih... Pisanje. Razglednice ili post-ovi?
Miriše na ribu, rogač, ruzmarin, ima ukus smokve, slanog sira i ima usklađen ritam.
Grafit se pretvara u fotografiju, fotografija retuširana i potpisana u izraz, copyright jedinstvenu razglednicu koja se pošalje post-om.
Školjka, nađena na molu i vraćena u more.
Šušti zavesa od kiše, umetnošću, šum se pretvara u najfinije note, dodiruje, miluje, grli, kao hologrami, iza nje, projekcije sećanja, terasa obojena od snova, ispred nje zelena i svetlo plava, predeli koji čekaju da ogreje Sunce da zablistaju jarkoćom boje.
Fresh air is entering the lungs.
Leto je.
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prirodna svetlost, skrivena mesta, meditiranje. laki pokreti pareom, polu-melanholija. potpuno rastvorena glasnom igrom grupe dece koja se neočekivano pojavljuje iz naizgled puste šume i isto tako nestaje. avgust uhvaćen na slici. udah slanog predvečerja. neko skoči u vodu i rasprši kapi, negde drugde. kamenčići neponovljivih oblika, šara i boja.
tri mornara na leutu, pevaju “La musica di note“, slažući glasove i dopunjujući priče, uz domaće vino.
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