Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Džoni, Latinka i ja u epizodi "ukor na određeno vreme"
Friday, March 26, 2010
"Slušaj pesmu Božiju..."
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Dobrojutro Beograde
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
I'm twenty six
Because of some business, Morooka Hikoemon was called upon to swear before the gods concerning the truth of a certain matter. But he said, "A samurai's word is harder than metal. Since I have impressed this fact upon myself, what more can the gods and Buddhas do?" and the swearing was cancelled.
This happened when he was twenty-six.
Hagakure - The Way of the Samurai
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
OmiljenaPesmaMoja
There's a plastic tree
Are you here with me
Just looking out on the day
Of another dream
But you can get me
So let's set up and see
'Cause you are my medicine
When you're close to me When you're close to me
Krampampuli panč, cigare i muzika
Sunday, March 21, 2010
ManAndWoman
Thursday, March 18, 2010
19.000
Monday, March 15, 2010
Sunday, March 14, 2010
The mountain called Monkey had spoken
The mountain called Monkey had spoken.
There was only fire.
And then, nothing....
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Mislite Slobinom glavom
The way of the samurai
Pa daa. Upravo to. Uh što neee volim takve stvari juuu neviđeno.
Nije baš korisno biti nepopravljivi optimista i verovati ljudima bez zadrške. Neki vole da lagi lagickaju... Ružno i tužno, jeste.
Puj mačke te posrale! Tako vikne moj komšija :) hahahah
Friday, March 12, 2010
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Kako sam postala selebriti :)
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Najbolje obožavam
Široko žvaći vazduh!
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Stiže MARS!

Svaki dan mi na mejl stižu obaveštenja iz astro.com
It's [not] complicated
All that I want, is keeping it easy
It's what I want
It's easy
It's getting it
That's complicated
Monday, March 8, 2010
Srećan 8. mart :)
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Nedostajanje

Saturday, March 6, 2010
Subotnji haiku
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Come on, come on, come on, come on now touch me, baby
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Traži se jedna reč - Momo Kapor
Traži se ona reč što mi je već danima navrh jezika, a nikako da je izgovorim, i, možda, napišem. Tražim već godinama tu strašno važnu reč koja bi me spasila, a ne mogu nikako da je nađem, pa izlazim da je tražim po ulicama. Pre toga, otvaram sanduče za pisma (možda mi je neko poslao poštom?), ali tamo su samo neplaćeni računi i opomene.
Odlazim da je tražim po Terazijama; možda sedi pred Moskvom i pije pivo, a možda je u kiosku s novinama.
"Šta radiš?" – pitaju me poznanici.
Šta da im kažem? Da tražim neku reč, a ne mogu da je nađem?
Sve što su tražili, to su i našli, zato što i nisu hteli ništa naročito. Lepo se vidi: umrle su u njima prave reči, a ostali samo brojevi i opšta mesta....















