srijeda, 1. kolovoza 2012.

No line on the horizon




Svaki put kad puše vjetar, odnosi površinski sloj s moje kože. Izgledam potpuno drugačije nakon svake oluje. Volim vjerovati u to. Kao što vjerujem u ono što dolazi iza. Nisam otok, nisam sama, nisam bez smisla.
Čempresi rastu uzgor, čitam naslov knjige na najgornjoj polici u kući ljudi koji su me odgojili. Zamišljam sebe kao čempres, na otoku kako rastemo, rastemo zajedno.

(riječi: Iva Divić)

četvrtak, 28. lipnja 2012.

2011







nedjelja, 13. svibnja 2012.

Yesterday's sun.








utorak, 8. svibnja 2012.

Mere whitnesess.



You often say, "I would give, but only to the deserving." The trees in your orchard say not so, nor the flocks in your pasture. They give that they may live, for to withhold is to perish. Surely he who is worthy to receive his days and his nights is worthy of all else from you. And he who has deserved to drink from the ocean of life deserves to fill his cup from your little stream. And what desert greater shall there be than that which lies in the courage and the confidence, nay the charity, of receiving? And who are you that men should rend their bosom and unveil their pride, that you may see their worth naked and their pride unabashed? See first that you yourself deserve to be a giver, and an instrument of giving. For in truth it is life that gives unto life - while you, who deem yourself a giver, are but a witness. Khalil Gibran

ponedjeljak, 7. svibnja 2012.

Lana Jozich








četvrtak, 1. ožujka 2012.

sad woman, Regina Thea !





nedjelja, 13. studenoga 2011.

no one there.