vilenjak
30.03.2013., subota
U danima velikog mira
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- I dalje ti se čini kao da si živio sto života? - Čak više nego ranije. Ali, sad sam toliko umoran, mnoge sam zaboravio... - Što si zaboravio, one dobre ili one loše? - Oboje. Ali, u prazninama, čini mi se kao da su svi dani bili sunčani... Možda je to jasno svijetlo na kraju puta, o kojem govore... Možda jedino ono ostaje, kad sva sjećanja izblijede. - Ne pretjeruj. - Ali to je tako. Sve blijedi, nestaje, u jasnom svijetlu vječnog optimizma... Sve, osim samog sunca, koje na kraju jedino ostaje. - Pa to je govorio i Konvični. - Da? - Kako je Parmenid opisivao kako je sve jedno, a to jedno je zapravo Sunce, i sve dolazi iz Sunca. - .... - Da. |
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29.05.2011., nedjelja
Moj dida i ja, III
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Dida Tomo se našao tijekom obiteljskog reuniona pozvanim da mi prenosi svoje životne mudrosti. - Moj Vilenjače, tvoja majka je zabrinuta jer nisi oženjen. Ali ništa ne brini. Tako i treba, nemoj do pedesete. Ali zato nemoj niti jednoj oprostiti... lijepe, ružne, sve je to dobro. Kad ševiš ove ružne činiš bogu ugodno djelo, provali i nastavi: - Tako jednom ja, kod nas dole u starom kraju, kad sam bio mlad, naiđem u polje kod Mare. A njoj bangavi kukovi. Kad god krene, noga joj ide gore ili dolje. I ja ju povalim tamo na polju, skinem gaće, a ono čupa kao griva u konja vranca. Uzbudim se i izjebem je dobro, a ona sretna, presretna, kaže uzmi Tomo šta ti je drago. - Uzmem šunku. Nosim kući i krenem jesti. Dođe pokojni otac i kaže - šta to jedeš, crni sine. Šunku tata, šunku, odgovorim. Lijenčino, pa nisi je na kurcu zaradio, kaže on, a ja - jesam tata, na kurcu. |
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23.03.2011., srijeda
Uspavanka
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Moja mi je virtualna ljubav, koju sam sreo u gradu Besnittu na planeti s druge strane Sunca, pustila uspavanku jer sam se umoran vratio s posla. |
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09.07.2010., petak
Cimmeria
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I remember The dark woods, masking slopes of sombre hills; The grey clouds' leaden everlasting arch; The dusky streams that flowed without a sound, And the lone winds that whispered down the passes. Vista on vista marching, hills on hills, Slope beyond slope, each dark with sullen trees, Our gaunt land lay. So when a man climbed up A red peak and gazed, his shaded eye Saw but the endless vista - hill on hill, Slope beyond slope, each hooded like its brothers. It was a gloomy land that seemed to hold All winds and clouds and dreams that shun the sun, With bare boughs rattling in the lonesome winds, And the dark woodlands brooding over all, Not even lightened by the rare dim sun Which made squat shadows out of men; they called it Cimmeria, land of Darkness and deep Night. It was so long ago and far away I have forgot the very name men called me. The axe and flint-tipped spear are like a dream, And hunts and wars are shadows. I recall Only the stillness of that sombre land; The clouds that piled forever on the hills, The dimness of the everlasting woods. Cimmeria, land of Darkness and the Night. Oh, soul of mine, born out of shadowed hills, To clouds and winds and ghosts that shun the sun, How many deaths shall serve to break at last This heritage which wraps me in the grey Apparel of ghosts? I search my heart and find Cimmeria, land of Darkness and the Night. --REH |
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21.06.2010., ponedjeljak
Kinez Marko
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Tri je dana kod mene boravio ne tako mladi HongKonžanin. Njegova je životna priča vrlo neobična. Napustio je rodni grad zaključivši da su se tamo spojile najgore osobine kapitalizma i komunizma. Doktorirao je informacijske znanosti u Britaniji. Radio na 4 kontinenta - u Engleskoj, Kanadi, Kostarici, Južnoafričkoj Republici. Svjetska kriza ga je ostavila bez posla... na cjedilu... taman kad se ufurao u gotičku scenu u Johanesburgu. Potresen, krenuo je auto stopom u srce Afrike. U Ruandi je ponudio vladi pomoć u razvoju IT industrije. Oženio se, iz ljubavi, pa razveo, iz razočarenja. Sestra ga je dovukla na Tajland... gdje je okušao sreću kao farmer. Nije uspjelo. Preselio se u San Francisko. Tamo, u apeksu svjetske krize, 6 mjeseci nije pronalazio adekvatno zaposlenje, pa se drugi put uputio autostopom po svijetu, te tako stigao i ovdje, na Balkan. U čudu sam odslušao njegovu priču, i zdvojan ga odveo na piće u Mediku. Kad tamo - gle čuda - Kinez je uskoro postao zvijezda dana. Njegov je zarazni osmijeh privukao staro i mlado, muško i žensko. Uskoro je našao zgodnu domaćicu pa se odselio od mene. Kako je njegovo ime neizgovorljivo - najzgodnija ga je mala prozvala "Marko". Dugo sam razmišljao o njegovom osmijehu i mojoj smrknutosti. Mislim da puno toga radim pogrešno. Ne treba brinuti. Već udriti brigu na veselje. Život je lijep. |
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26.11.2009., četvrtak
A sad adio....
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Jednom odletece ptice, Ulice nase ostace bez sunca; Covek ispratice zenu, Dugo na vetru on stajace sam. Jednom odlazi svako, Putem svog zivota; Na rastanku srce samo kaze: "ja cu se vratiti". Ref. A, sad adio, A, sad adio; I ko zna gde; I ko zna kad. Gledam nepoznata lica, Svaki taj covek ja bih mog'o biti; Gledam, ljube se i placu, Svi putuju, ja ostajem sam. Gledam oci decaka, Vraca me detinjstvu; Pogasena svetla na peronu, Takva si, mladosti. Ref. A, sad adio, A, sad adio; I ko zna gde; I ko zna kad. Ref. A, sad adio, A, sad adio; I ko zna gde; I ko zna kad. |
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12.10.2009., ponedjeljak
Ljubav...
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DRACULA: Where is my God? He has forsaken me. It is finished. MINA: Oh, my love! (She kisses him) My love! MINA HARKER'S DIARY: There, in the presence of God, I understood ...at last how my love could release us all from the powers of darkness. Our love is stronger than death. DRACULA: Give me peace. Mina pushes the sword through Dracula's heart The burn on her forehead disappears Dracula dies Mina kisses him goodbye, then cuts off his head THE END |
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03.10.2009., subota
Ruža
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Yesterday my rose opened up and said Said that life is cruel and I'm no longer scared I believe in power of my thorn Not afraid of humans anymore I believe in power of my thorn Not afraid of humans anymore Yesterday my world of pain suddenly collapsed I looked straight into the sun and smiled I will never die Roses, roses at my door Not afraid of humans anymore Roses, roses at my door Not afraid of humans anymore I believe in power of my thorn Not afraid of humans anymore (Đino Jevđević, Kultur Shock) |
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28.09.2009., ponedjeljak
Izbačen iz starog svijeta... i ostao neudomljen.
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"The second revelation, the thing that bleeds through out the whole album, is that we are a live band of blue-collar immigrants. It’s not that sexy (doesn’t get you laid), but it was important for Kultur Shock to realize that and start enjoying being themselves, belonging nowhere, got ripped from their old worlds and never became a part of the new one. And loving every second of it." |
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03.09.2009., četvrtak
Susjed Hogar....
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...sve ga ozbiljnije shvaćam što sam sredovječniji. kao Feniks kljucam kamen ustat ću se čim i padnem laž me kao sunce prži izdajica ponos trži jedan sekund,jedna era ćelavac sam kod frizera Ne brini za mene majko snalazim se usred toga ne koristim ništa gadno život je moja droga opijen sam od života pijem ga ko spužva vodu dobro plivam i na suho ja od krpa stvaram modu! (Crno sunce) |
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29.08.2009., subota
Iznad zvijezda...
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..."Mi živimo u kanalizaciji, ali to ne kužimo. Nije to prava kanalizacija jer kroz nju ne teče voda, ali je kanalizacija. I mi smo najmanji ljudi, ima većih ljudi i oni svašta mogu što mi ne možemo, a oni ne žive tu, nego gore, poslije zvijezda. I... mi bi trebali narasti da budemo kao oni, ali to ne možemo jer ni ne znamo da ti veliki postoje"... kaže sin moje dobročiniteljke dok klopa kornfleks kao odgovor na pitanje "jel ti fino?" |
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03.07.2009., petak
Možda...
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...bi bilo najbolje naprosto poludjeti. A možda i ne. |
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10.03.2009., utorak
Nove/stare knjige. Napisaću. Izdat ću. Hoću
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Let me tell you about the hearts of my people let me tell you of the meanings of our tribe a dream unspoken, a promised kept the secret comes alive For all the years i've watched your back and you've watched mine we always knew the clouds would part and a golden dawn will shine And when you find yourself alont the untrodden path remember me with a smile, and drink, a gesture or a laugh gratitude You look at me but i've been looking at you we only were a mirror to show what you could do o innovator, o enlightened scolar play and write rewrite the old books, rennaisance perform new rites of light And when you find yourself alont the untrodden path remember me with a smile, and drink, a gesture or a laugh gratitude The wise will redefine paradise farmer and the visionary, a village - simple lives adapting to strange seasons in certain remote regions where no-one has exemption from total redemption And when you find yourself alont the untrodden path remember me with a smile, a drink, a gesture or a laugh and a toast for the man who loves every hour of every day and a feast for the friends and faces met along way gratitude |
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09.02.2009., ponedjeljak
Paranoja
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Paranoja raste. Svakim satom. Dišem. Nastavljam dalje. Sat, Chit, Ananda |
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17.01.2009., subota
Dragi Osho...
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The Honeymoon that Never Ends by Osho Love is never a relationship; love is relating. It is always a river, flowing, unending. Love knows no full stop; the honeymoon begins but never ends. It is not like a novel that starts at a certain point and ends at a certain point. It is an ongoing phenomenon. Lovers end, love continues– it is a continuum. It is a verb, not a noun. And why do we reduce the beauty of relating to relationship? Why are we in such a hurry? Because to relate is insecure, and relationship is a security. Relationship has a certainty; relating is just a meeting of two strangers, maybe just an overnight stay and in the morning we say goodbye. Who knows what is going to happen tomorrow? And we are so afraid that we want to make it certain, we want to make it predictable. We would like tomorrow to be according to our ideas; we don't allow it freedom to have its own say. So we immediately reduce every verb to a noun. You are in love with a woman or a man and immediately you start thinking of getting married. Make it a legal contract. Why? How does the law come into love? The law comes into love because love is not there. It is only a fantasy, and you know the fantasy will disappear. Before it disappears settle down, before it disappears do something so it becomes impossible to separate. In a better world, with more meditative people, with a little more enlightenment spread over the earth, people will love, love immensely, but their love will remain a relating not a relationship. And I am not saying that their love will be only momentary. There is every possibility their love may go deeper than your love, may have a higher quality of intimacy, may have something more of poetry and more of godliness in it. And there is every possibility their love may last longer than your so-called relationship ever lasts. But it will not be guaranteed by the law, by the court, by the policeman. The guarantee will be inner. It will be a commitment from the heart, it will be a silent communion. |
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