tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58661616523168703422024-03-20T19:12:00.231-07:00InsideOfSerbianLifeMiloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758965112654155998noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866161652316870342.post-83305431084742166362020-11-06T16:24:00.001-08:002020-11-06T16:24:19.295-08:00Epidemija<p> Ozbiljna pošast hara ne samo Srbijom nego celim svetom. Ne, ne mislim na Kovid. Ovo je mnogo ozbiljnije. Svetom hara epidemija apatije i manjka svesti o opštem dobru.</p><p> Da zanemarimo svet, da vidimo šta možemo da uradimo ovde! Kod nas! U Srbiji!</p><p> Na koliko dnevno naiđete objava sa molbom share, za sms na 3030, za uplatu, za pomoć. Na koliko od njih zastanete, pročitate, pošaljete sms, uplatite neku siću mobi banking-om, podelite post?</p><p> Sramno mi je za mene kao pojedinca, sramno mi je za drzavu da se lečimo sms-ovima, donacijama, poklonima. Gde na svu bedu organizacija/organizacije preko kojih se sredstva prikupljaju zadržavaju deo priloga. A čak ni to nije najveća beda. Lice za koje se skupljaju sredsta mora da ima neki X(iks) faktor koji će odlučiti da se većina založi za isto. Da se za isto lice čuje. Ako nemaš taj X faktor, bićeš samo fusnota na nekom lokalnom portalu koja je završila sa ovozemaljskim životom čekajući da te neko pronađe na N-toj stranice neke fondacije i da pusti sms za tebe. Ovo nije rešenje! </p><p> Dugo razmišljam kako bi se ovaj problem sistematski rešio. U razgovoru sa jednim prijateljem, sinulo mi je. Kad bi se na svaku akciznu robu podigla cena za samo dinar-dva, koji bi bili preusmereni na poseban državni račun iz kog bi se finansirala lečenja koja ne pokriva zdravstveno osiguranje. Zamislite. Sa svakim pređenim kilometrom u autu/motoru/kamionu/brodu/avionu/autobusu doniraš. Sa svakom šoljicom kafe, svakom cigarom, svakom čašom alkohola doniraš. Kao što je svoj put našao Tijanin Zakon, možda bi i ovakav neki zakon našao svoj put. Neki zakon o ravnopravnoj šansi za život.</p><p><br /></p><p>Rekao sam. </p>Miloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758965112654155998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866161652316870342.post-90517063051901456302016-04-24T08:37:00.000-07:002016-04-24T08:37:02.692-07:00Ona i on<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Ona je spremna i kada ga nema,<br />do groba da mu bude verna.<br />Ona hoće da popusti kočnice.<br />On za nju s neba da poskida zvezdice.<br />Ona želi da mu poklanja aplauze.<br />On želi nju, bez prekida i pauze.<br />
Otkloni nemir, pokloni joj pesmu.<br />
Da ga ljubi kao na filmu,<br />pokloni mu svemir.<br />Zato od večeras Ti budi Ti,<br />a ja biću Ja.<br /><br /><br />Nisam vidovit, ali mi nije kunst da predvidim budućnost. Poslušaću instikt. Prvi put, ovog puta.<br />
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Miloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758965112654155998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866161652316870342.post-72813816830725362192016-03-24T10:35:00.001-07:002016-03-24T10:54:18.403-07:00Je suis Lala, Je suis Srbija!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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News was on the radio
Goosebumps covering my skin
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Upisale mene sestre od ujaka u prvom osnovne, u prvi osnovne, tj. prvi pripremne osnovne muzičke škole. Na nekom ispitu il proveri šta god, dali oni meni violinu, pa klavir i šta ti ja znam šta jos sve. Posle par dana zove mladja sestra, sviraćeš trubu. Ma šta ti ja znam sestro, daj mi leba, griza sa cimetom i igara. Kaže moraćeš da ides dva puta u prvi, pa dva puta u drugi pripremni razred, jer krećeš pre vremena za trubu... Aha, a gde je kućica da se zapljunem i ko prvi žmuri? </div>
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Sixty years of NATO gun
So they want to see me run
Predavao mi, nam trubu jedan debeli profa iz Zemuna. Vazda je bio smešan, mešao je č i ć. Pripremalo se neko takmičenje, kažu kao republičko. Ma dobro de, kažte vi meni ko će biti lopov, a ko žandar? Mesec dana, svaki dan dva drugara iz klase ispred mene i ja smo vežbali. U školi, oni kod mene, ja kod njih. Lisičica i Azbuka... Do, re, mi, fa, sol, sol, sol, sol, la, la, la, la, mi, sol, mi, sol, re, re, mi, fa, mi, mi, re, re, do, sol, znak repeticije. Sve četvrtine, par polovina i po koja sinkopa... Kaže profa, ićeš sa njima u klasi. Ovde si kolko i oni, greota zbog godina da te hendikepiraju. Napisao profa opravdanje, direktor, onaj što ga možete videti u gradu sa lulom (Nije stari pošteni i pijani Frk) overio i potpisao. Tata Neša predao učiteljici. Sutra ujutru krećemo.
</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Sećam se tog dana, sećam se svakog sata, svake sekunde, svakog trena, svakog detalja... 07:00, beli Fijat Uno 1,0 sa od milja zvanim Fajerovim motorom staje ispred Filipa Višnjica 62. Idemo Drezga, otac mu Pera, mama Ceca kustos Muzeja Srema beše i ja. Izašli smo na auto-put. Vadi Drezga iz torbe neku crnu kesicu piše No Problem na njoj. Nikad video ja to do tad nisam mogu vam reći. Nudi on mene, a ja sve nešto stidljiv odbijam. Ma daj jedan da probam. Evo i sad osećam taj ukus kikirijika preliven čokoladom. Hajte molim vas, šta sam ja znao. Slatkiši su mi bili šnen-okle, tašci sa domaćim dzemom od kajsija, ruske šubare i nedeljni koh eventualno kako smo mi zvali kolač Maja Marijana. Mati videla na 3. kanalu neki njen čokoladni kolač. Nudi on tako mene svaki put kad on uzme koji taj Nema Problema, a ja i dalje sve stidljivo odbijam. Mada još uvek nadraženo čulo ukusa vapi za još kojim. Ma daj još koji. Daje Drezga meni kesicu, motam kaži-prstom i srednjim (stav izražavajućim) prstom po kesici. Prazna je. Briznuli smo svi u smeh. Skinuo je torbu sa gepek police. Puna Nema Problema i Fazona u ljubičastim i zelenim folijama. Jao milinice jedne.</span><br />
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Yes they're in for the treat
How we spoiling their fun
Lift my fist up in the air</span></div>
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Reggae beat out on the street
War cry, war cry</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Prišli Peri neka dva čoveka, jednog sam prepoznao bio je u toj nekoj komisiji i malo je smešno da ne kažem čudno izgledao. Pera je premenuo izraz lica i rekao krećemo nazad, ne možemo više da čekamo na rezultate i dodelu nagrada i diploma. Usput u povratku dok smo Drezga i ja tamanili ostatke Big Meka, rekao nam je da je Siniša treći i deli treće mesto sa još nekim dečkom, Drezga je drugi, ja prvi, a da mi je neka devojka iz Gornjeg Milanovca pobegla za par bodova za super prvo mesto. Kaže da ću u Maju ići sa tom devojčicom u Pariz na medjunarodno. Treba da sviramo duet. Neki Menuet od nekog Heringa ili Hemingveja ili kako već. Čim sam ušao u kuću odmah sam seo pred televizor. U to vreme sam pratio mnogo serija. I Kasandru i Ljolvisnu i Tres Muheres i tu, što je tad upravo počinjala. Esmeralda. A vazda sam tapkao sličice pomenutih serija, a i moćnih rendzera sa moj sad omiljenim tamburašem, dobro de violinistom Aljošom Leščuk. Čekajući nastup u šminkernici Dobrice Milutinović</span></span></div>
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Food so good to make you strong
When you're dancing all night long
Fresh vitamins and fruits
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Pure organic from the root
Like the west has never taste
Mr. junk food soldier</span></div>
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Hey merciless conqueror
Sympathizer of the gold
See my people on the street</span></div>
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Dancing to the reggae beat
Them can never cage me
I'm a man born free</span></div>
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Miloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758965112654155998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866161652316870342.post-46194454750237400232016-03-18T18:12:00.000-07:002016-03-18T18:12:15.608-07:00Interiores cogitationes.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Jedna od onih, od onih prica koje vodimo sami sa sobom. U svojoj glavi. U praznoj sobi, koja zamenjuje neki od onih pajzlova sa kariranim stolnjacima. A umesto nekog slatkog nekrstenog belog vina, ispijas vino iz privatnog podruma. Ne znam za vas, ali ja upravo drmam iz podruma matorog Kovacevica. A umesto tamburasa u pozadini ide Aca Lukas - Lesce, uzivo sa YouTube.<br />
Jedna od onih prica, kad bi pustio suzu, jer se osvrces na proslost. Ipak proslost je uvek bila uzrok mnogih suza. Samo sto i ako si sam, previse si isamaran da bi pustio makar jednu suzu. Onu suzu koja u najtezem trenutku krece iz samo jednog oka...<br />
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Ukradi ruze najlepse,<br />
sto vire iznad ograda.<br />
U bastama ispod Zvezdare,<br />
umesto mojih pozdrava.<br />
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Ukrao sam ruzu sto je virila iznad plave ograde. Cekajuci 65icu na uglu Djuriceve i Svetog Nikole. Mada sam mogao sacekati jos u Ljubice Lukovic(Dragice Pravice) odmah ispred starih zgrada. Ali ipak to je bila poslednja setnja Severnim Bulevarom. Pocetak prvog od mnogih pocetka, ka olujnom mestu gde su samo retki stigli. Zbilja jeste olujno kad krenem tom retrospektivom. Od pecenja iz pecenjare Izgubljeno Jagnje u Dimitrije Tucovice i prvog bureka iz pekare Trpkovic iz iste ulice... Do... Necu reci poslednje krigle tocenog piva iz Paba u Karadjordjevoj. Od partije tenisa sa mojim Cica Kuretom ispred Patrisijinog doma, do krigli piva sa mojom stokom vajarskom, muzickom, a mogu reci i pravnom kao i menadzerskom. Od raznja na Letenci do pecenog kotlica u Pocerskom Pricinovicu. Ko bi rekao da cu naci najbolje ljude, iz mesta gde sam samo najgore doziveo... Spanska novela je to... Kanda ima istine u onom Balasevicevom stihu: ,,Samo retki nadju retke" ...<br />
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I ako te nekad probude,<br />
ptice sto rano polecu.<br />
Ti budi najlepsa,<br />
neka se za tobom okrecu.<br />
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Ne oblikuje nas karakter ni roditelji, ni televizija, ni prijatelji, ni okruzenje... Oblikuju nas dogadjaji i razgovori koje prezivimo i dozivimo... Neki smo stene, a neki su jesenji list na vetru.<br />
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A voleo sam svece da palim po stanu,<br />
Navucem roletne cak i po danu.<br />Beznadezno romanticno dusa.<br /><br />Koliko god se prestavljali jaki ili slabi. u svima nama jedna sveca treperi. Hteli mi da je ugasimo ili ne, poricemo ili dokazujemo. Ona je tu...<br /><br />Ne trebaju reci, oci su ogledalo duse.<br />
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Miloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758965112654155998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866161652316870342.post-90708867343236528092016-03-08T04:26:00.000-08:002016-03-08T04:26:18.462-08:00Si fueris Romae. Romano vivito more!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Jel' znate vi Gosn. Ignjata Junga? Ne nije u pitanju nikakva psihologija i deljenje tipova ličnosti po Jungu. Jel znate barem ulicu Ignjata Junga u Jaliji? Mi iz Filipa Višnjića smo redovno igrali fudbal protiv derana iz te ulice. Elem.<br />
Sirmijum sigurno znate, ako ništa drugo, barem ste čuli za Sirmijum. Da vam sad ne pričam kakav je to grad bio. Sirmijum je kao i svaki veci, ozbiljan grad imao akvadukt. E sad, gosn. Ignjat je bio varoški uča. Ali je tako u slobodno vreme voleo da kopa. U tom svom zanosu kopanja je mislio da je iskopao ostatke logora avarskog kagana Bajana, koji je služio za vreme opsade Sirmijuma. Medjutim posle je bio svestan da tako velelepna gradjevina ne može biti vojnički logor. O da to je ostatak Maksimijanove palate. To vam je kad krenete za Jarak pa tamo malo posle onoga što je ostalo od Matroza sa desne strane. Tamo gde je ono čudo za zalivanje, e tu. Tamo kod Doma Vojske sa leve strane. Ima jedan krajputaš na kojem piše ...ostaci Sirmijumskog akvadukta... A od akvadukta nema ni a. Dobro de, ne mogu kazti da nema. Ako se dobro zagledaš u kanal, možeš videti po koji gurpisani kamen. Al ko bi rekao da je to akvadukt. E pa derani moji Gosn Ignjat Jung je rekao da je to akvadukt. I rekao je sram vas bilo. Kad su porusili akvadukt i materijal iskoristili za gradnju puta Mitrovica Mandjelos, gosn Ignjat je napustio mesto varoškog uče i zaveka otišao iz grada. Niko ne zna gde je otišao i kako je živeo...<br />
Ne raspolažem slikama gosn Ignjata, a ni sa nekim velikim informacijama o gosn Jungu. Ali bih imao svašta kazti na račun tih djilkoša. A mogao bih vazda pisati i o Glacu i o Gosn Glacu i o Sirmijumu, ali dobro de. O tom, po tom.<br /><br />*Neke zvanične informacije o Ignjatu Jungu<br />Rodjen 1860, smatra se da je preminuo 1915. Radio je kao učitelj. Zaslužan je za podatke o nekim, sada uništenim antičkim lokalitetima. Živeo je u kući pored sadašnje tehnološke škole. Nakon rušenja akvadukta, napušta posao i odlazi iz grada. </div>
Miloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758965112654155998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866161652316870342.post-56382350275916186662016-03-01T03:46:00.000-08:002016-03-01T04:23:07.307-08:00U prošlost kroz pendzer firangama kićen.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Jel se sećate vi čika Josipa Flajšmana? Ako se sećate, mogu vam reći da se dobro držite, pošto se on ne drži već jedno 80ak godina.<br />
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Sinagoga, malo u šrege je Palestina. (Ugao Dositejeve i Sv. Save)<br />
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Kuća čika Josipa Flajšmana<br />
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On je živeo na obodu onog Mitrovačkog trga, koji je mahom cincarima nastanjen bio. Sa balkona njegovog doma mogao si, izvnjavam se, možeš da vidiš ceo Žitni Trg ka Zapadu. A ako se potrudiš možeš i da vidiš Crkvu Sv. Dimitrija na Istoku. Ne znam kakav je čovek bio, ali mi pričao dedo udbaš stari, da je taj bio ozbiljan lovator. Čak je pomogao i gradnju Sinagoge(Mislite da se stara zgrada Gimnazije dzabe zove Palestina?). Neki nekršteni đilkoši su u podrumu kuće, sa tim balkonom napravili jedan ozbiljan detektor laži u cilju ispitivanja lokalnih bećara. Ima tu i spomen ploča na toj kući, čisto da se ne zaboravi.<br />
Eto, ko bi rekao da će sada u toj kući neki mladi derani ispijati bačve piva. A odakle pivo? To već moram pitati čika Hajnrih Vajsa. Ima tu i priča o porodici Kuncl čija je grobnica redovno plašila u večernjim satima, nas koji smo išli kući pored Katoličkog groblja iz Popovićeve škole. Ali to su već priče za jednu drugu priliku.<br />
E ovo je od ovih Vajsovih, da da PIVARE!<br />
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Josip Flajšman- Trgovac, rođen u Budimpešti 1866. Sin Eduarda i Beti Flajšman. Umro nasilnom smrću za vreme ,,Shoah-a"(Holokaust). P<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;">redsednik Jevrejske veroispovedne opštine, na njegovu inicijativu početkom 20. veka podignuta Sinagoga.</span><br />
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Miloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758965112654155998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866161652316870342.post-71107537897915976992016-02-22T03:49:00.002-08:002016-03-01T00:37:01.339-08:00Kunst je iznova krenuti<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Ne znam baš kako bih ovu priču započeo. Vazda stvari bih hteo kazati. Mozda da odgovorim na zamerku vas kojim Sava teče u desno, nama kojim teče u levo. Jeste, kod vas su kapije i ograde niske, otvorene i jasno vam se avlija vidi. A i bedem do komšije je isto tako do struka. Visine da ga i terijer iz šege može preskočiti. A kod nas visoke, nemož im ni iz zatrke vrh dohvatiti. A tek oni gongovi... Mater im... Nemož ko čovek ni u avliju da vam se zaviri. Jeste, tako je. Vaistinu su nam bedemi i tarabe visoke. Svako u svoju štalu gleda. A komšu viđaš za svečare i slične terevenke i posle drugog frćoka rakije ni ne setiš se da čantraš. Da čantraš kako je onaj komša Pera, mater mu za po brazde zagazio među i slične teme da Peri crkne krava. Ipak bolje mu rodio kukuruz ove godine. Ma koga bole...<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJkMOmCWqzjhxkpCnhnsyg843GLLisBsGPebZiPPGmgVKtCG94aF2Ht2qBrQ1S44b2OljxJ8zDURdFqFLdALj5P11gxhhTB5Z-ZUGiaC46FtT54rtLgUGoUPo9QYb4r2Q8xvUlV6YK1o8S/s1600/CAM00023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJkMOmCWqzjhxkpCnhnsyg843GLLisBsGPebZiPPGmgVKtCG94aF2Ht2qBrQ1S44b2OljxJ8zDURdFqFLdALj5P11gxhhTB5Z-ZUGiaC46FtT54rtLgUGoUPo9QYb4r2Q8xvUlV6YK1o8S/s200/CAM00023.jpg" width="200" /></a> A ja evo, opet imam sve što mi treba. Frtalj leba, i komad ravničarskog neba. Ahaaa... Čim mi Fruška ispred, a Sava iza, postanem toliko dalekovidan da vidim i kad se šeće Protina kći. A tek kad vidim dno Fruškogorskog balona, iii... Ma dalekovidan na više nivoa. Nije da nisam ni u ovoj varoši sa pogrešne strane Save viđao dno. Al` tad krene neka nostalgija mater joj, sve neki razdragani čilaši na salašu i firange svezane u mašnu u sobi do šora prolaze kroz glavu. Mada nisam nikad imao čilaša, a ni vranca, al dobro sad... A ni firange nisu bile baš one prave čipkane, nego neke sa Rumskog Vašara od nekog kineza. Al su bile u sobi do šora, na <br />
pendzeru sa kog se vazda ćućorilo sa komšinicama. Pa most Sv. Irineja, čoveče pa tamburaši što sviraju prave bećarce. A ne ove modernizovane starogradske, kad ne umeju da tamburaju Četr Konja, o čemu dalje da pričamo. Eee pa krenu one lepe uspomene, pa sve u superlativu. Pa gulaši, pa ražnjevi i ražnjici. Milinica jedna. A kad dođe momenat da ih moliš da tamburaju Jesen Stiže Dunjo Moja, koju inače skrate za strofu i pol... E tu je derane daj da platimo, pa da idemo. Ma presečeš, spakuješ prnje pravac autobus. Šabac via Majur via Štitar via Dublje via Klenje via Bogatić via Bog te pitaj upiša se živ via Mačvanska Mitrovica. Ono da si krenuo vozom Beograd - Bar pre bi stigao. Zagaziš prvi, od tih 262 i pola koraka kolko je dugačak Most Sv. Irineja i već čuješ ono hiphophiphop koje se pretvara preko hiphopahiphopa u hipahapahipahapa. Pa sa pola Mosta Sv. Irineja vidiš zvonik Crkve Sv. Dimitrija... Dobro došao na stranu gde kad tražiš amper, dobiješ amper i ne gledaju te belo kako da ti daju struju... Mislim... Odjeknu aber, eno ga vratio se... Svi ono jesi ti onaj sto je ono i to? Bio sam. A šta je sa onom? Uvenula, ko i crvene i bele ruže što poklanjane su. I šta ćeš sad? Kako šta? Otresem bagov i stavim nov duvan u novu lulu. Ajte s milim Bogom. Zagazim kućni basamak, dobro ti došo dome moj. Prvo jutro, pa ne znaš gde bi i šta pre. Malo čudni, ti novi klinci ovi ovde ko i oni amo. A i ovi stariji klinci nisu kao što su bili, a i fale tu neki sokaci. Nije baš sve kao što je bilo. Ili jeste?<br />
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Sad nisam siguran zašto sam vam ovo ispričao, al kako kaže Lane, što ne škodi mora da koristi. A i ne mora. </div>
Miloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758965112654155998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866161652316870342.post-34283276024927475732016-02-21T16:10:00.002-08:002016-02-21T16:10:53.306-08:00Sine moj<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Sine moj,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Moje srce nije za prodaju,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">ali ga prodala za sitan novac.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Slusaj babu derane.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Hteo sam sve odmah,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">a sve sam radio natenane.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Nemoj da pamtis prekasno.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Uci ponos i cast,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">ne daj se prerano.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">I kad ode, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">pusti je da u tebi uvene.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Kao sto je i cvet uvenuo.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Isti onaj sto ostavila je za sobom.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Sine moj,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Ja sam u svet prerano krenuo.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Tvoj je babo, baraba bio.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Svuda stigo, s becarima</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">hladna vina, vazda pio.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Lud je san svoj, on proziveo.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">E moj derane, vazda sorova</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">i sokaka preziveo.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Ne, ovo nije spomen.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Slusaj babu derane.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Ne zali ni tren.</span><br />
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Miloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758965112654155998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866161652316870342.post-44434603246992843282016-01-29T15:32:00.001-08:002016-01-29T15:32:06.932-08:00Trag vremena<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">I ti i ja gledamo isti svet.<br />I ne vidimo ga isto.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Ti, vidis samo trenutak sadasnjosti.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Ja, vidim i proslost tvoje proslosti</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">i buducnost tvoje buducnosti.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Ti, moju sadasnjost ni proslost i buducnost,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">nikada neces videti.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">I da prodjes milju u mojim cipelama.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">I da osetis trenutak moje patnje.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Samo ces osetiti smrad cipela</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">i krvi do pola zaraslih rana.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">I vidim dubinu reke tvojih suza,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">osecam tezinu tvog kamena na svojim ledjima.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Slusamo Mocarta, Rekvijem.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Da li ga cujemo, da li ga osecamo?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Ti i jesi, zrno pustinjskog peska.<br />Koje vetar nosi, podize i spusta.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Lajt motiv prepricanih prica, </span><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">nebitnih ljudi.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Ja i jesam, pustinja stena.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Koja stoji u zutom moru dina.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Oblikovana peskom, pescane oluje.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Biblioteka prica, nebitnih ljudi.<br />Pijemo isto vino crveno.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">A da li u isto verujemo?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Stena, Agnus Dei, kljuc katanca knjige,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">zapecacenih knjiga ispricanih prica.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Trag vremena, spomenik proslosti.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Obeliks buducnosti, pustinjiski bozur.</span></div>
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Miloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758965112654155998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866161652316870342.post-20759940278935737282016-01-19T17:32:00.000-08:002016-01-20T14:20:03.013-08:00Horizont<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Sa prvom casom se setim nas.<br />
Hepi end prodje za cas.<br />
Sa drugom u nazad vracam vreme.<br />
Prolazim ponovo more i probleme.<br />
Posle trece, slika vec postaje mutna.<br />
Krece telepatija i pitanje da li si i ti budna.<br />
Cetvrta casa, na cetvrtini vec je flasa.<br />
Na licu osmeh saznanja,<br />
da ljubav sto je bila, zapravo i nije nasa.<br />
Peta na iskap, jer krenula je panika.<br />
Saznanje da odlazis ti, samim tim i<br />
inspiracija i romantika.<br />
Casa sesta, prica cesta, ali retka.<br />
Evo me posle toliko vremena,<br />
krecem nov zivot, iz pocetka.<br />
Sedma i srecan osmeh,<br />
ulica dalje, pitanje.<br />
Da li je to greh.<br />
Vec uveliko pijana je osma.<br />
Ludilo u glavi,<br />
kao Belo Dugme i Hajducka cesma.<br />
Osma casa, polovina flase.<br />
Zivotno pitanje, i ako ima mogucnosti,<br />
da li su to ljubavi nase.<br />
Nisam ni nasuo, a vec ispijam devetu.<br />
Nismo se ni poljubili, a vec nas vidim u krevetu.<br />
Lagano sipam desetu, sad nema skitanja.<br />
Pazljivo me slusaj, jer sad krecu pitanja.<br />
Jedanajsta na redu, okej verovatno sam pripit uveliko.<br />
Da te usrecim, me usrecis. Ne trazim puno, samo toliko?<br />
Dvanajstu nam delim na pola.<br />
Karte na videlo, preziveli smo mnogo bola.<br />
Sad je flase treca cetvrtina<br />
i pitanje da li smo jedno drugom,<br />
druga polovina?<br />
Kao proslu trinajstu delim,<br />
otvori srce, jer istim sam spreman,<br />
da te volim celim.<br />
Ima li potrebe da me pitas,<br />
da li to zaista zelim?<br />
Ovoj casi oboje znamo broj.<br />
Da zakopamo sekire i zaboravimo<br />
i tvoj i moj minuli boj?<br />
Petnajsta casa, casa je za tebe.<br />
Samo iskren odgovor,<br />
zelis li me pored sebe?<br />
Zadnja kap iz flase<br />
i zadnju gutalj iz case.<br />
Nisam sebican,<br />
ali to je za mene.<br />
To moze da mi bude poslednja casa.<br />
Casa nakon koje se budim.<br />
Casa nakon koje zapravo,<br />
osetim leptire u stomaku.<br />
Okej, pusti da prespavam,<br />
noc je na izmaku.<br />
Pusti da razmislim,<br />
zapravo ovo i nije njena pesma.<br />
Ovo su leptiri, Belo Dugme i Hajducka cesma.<br />
Leptiri jos su tu.<br />
Nemirni kao nikad do sada.<br />
Slusaj mala, ti ja,<br />
dve svece i puna kada.<br />
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P.S. Ovo od pocetka nije bila njena pesma.<br />
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Miloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758965112654155998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866161652316870342.post-36681212885007086132016-01-19T07:07:00.001-08:002016-01-19T11:22:45.849-08:00Haiku<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Stabla su gola.<br />
Sunce je vec poduze na zapadu.<br />
Ljubicica se probila kroz sneg.</div>
Miloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758965112654155998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866161652316870342.post-36253348902307485152016-01-19T07:03:00.001-08:002016-01-19T07:03:26.563-08:00SasHka<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Sedim pored tebe,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">vreme sporo tece.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Obala ti i ja,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">nase je celo vece.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Sati su tako dugi,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">a noci tako kratke.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Oci ti tako sjaje,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">a usne tako slatke.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Spavam sanjam te,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">budam gledam te.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Svaki sekund tako trebam te.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Uvek vidim te,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">a gledam te tako slepo.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">To je sto mi trebalo,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">nesto tako lepo.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Poljubac mi daj,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">evo srce saljem.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Znas da ne znam lagano,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">ja sve odma dajem.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Pitas dal sam ja,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">sve ovo smislio.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Reci idu same,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">na njih nisam ni pomislio.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Cudno je sta,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">covek moze kad ima inspirtaciju.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Kontam sami ti i ja</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">pred celu naciju.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Uz lagan zvuk gitare,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">sto brise ozijlke stare.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Ljubav bitna je,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">nebitne su pare.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Pisemo uspomene,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">sa te plaze.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Kao sta brat kum Deki kaze:</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Ref:</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Dont you cry tonight...</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> II strofa</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Totalno van sebe,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">kad ugledam tebe.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Ako je zensko,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">ne znaci da se jebe.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Ja sam fora mrak </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">i dve svece.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Koje prate tvoju senku,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">po sobi kad se krece.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Pricaj mi tiho,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">pokazi sve sto znas.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Da li spremna si</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">kao ja sve da das.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Pusti laganu muziku,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">utisaj te zvucnike.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Mladi smo za supruznike,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "roboto" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">matori za ljubavnike.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Iz srca pisem ti,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">ovo pismo.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Znaj da ti i ja,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">davno drugovi nismo.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Znam da nije pametno,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">al pokazi mi sta jeste.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Evo pevam ti serenadu</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">na sred ove ceste.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Bog zna put,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">a ti se samo prepusti</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">uzivaj i ne pravi gluposti.....</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Ref:</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Dont you cry...</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16.9px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: roboto, arial, sans-serif;">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gZvPkxUgZZA</span></span></div>
Miloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758965112654155998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866161652316870342.post-46233932987146744822016-01-19T06:46:00.000-08:002016-01-19T06:48:15.765-08:00Ljubav i Mrznja<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I strofa<br />
<br />
I tako krece novi dan.<br />
Novo jutro, sanjao sam stari san.<br />
Stara ljubav, odlece.<br />
A, evo stize rano prolece.<br />
Srecu sa sobom,<br />
mala moja odnece.<br />
Odlazis, ostavljas rane.<br />
A, rane zasice neke,<br />
sve ljubavi mi strane.<br />
Ostace oziljci samo,<br />
da podsete na<br />
moci tajne.<br />
Ni suze nisu strane.<br />
I kad vreme stane.<br />
Stanem, gledam te<br />
sa strane.<br />
Ne mogu, dusom da danem.<br />
Dignem se, ali odma padnem.<br />
Ne zovi me lutko, lane.<br />
Vidimo se opet<br />
kad noc padne.<br />
<br />
Refren:<br />
Sve prave ljubavi uvek,<br />
bile su tuzne.<br />
I mrznja uvek sa sobom,<br />
vukla je neduzne.<br />
Mozda nisu svi ljudi<br />
tako zli.<br />
Nismo se valjda svi<br />
samo za to rodili.<br />
Sve prave ljubavi uvek,<br />
bile su tuzne.<br />
I mrznja uvek sa sobom,<br />
vukla je neduzne.<br />
<br />
II strofa:<br />
<br />
Znam da ces, opet da pozoves,<br />
okrenes broj. Kazes vise ne mozes.<br />
Kazem nemoj da brines.<br />
Ali sad je kasno da se izvines.<br />
Da se izvinem isto kasno je.<br />
Sve je mutno, ali znam da jasno je.<br />
U pogresno vreme, mi smo se rodili.<br />
Sanse su retke i samo jednu smo dobili.<br />
Sa drugom vec se gubi razum.<br />
O trecoj ne smem da mislim.<br />
Ne zelim cak ni da razmislim.<br />
Okej znas lutko da te lazem.<br />
Nemam vise sta da ti kazem.<br />
Razum mora da presudi,<br />
covek lako poludi.<br />
Jos lakse sam sebi presudi.<br />
Nemiri luduju, nikad ne staju,<br />
evo po vetru pozdrave ti salju<br />
<br />
Ref<br />
Sve prave ljubavi uvek,<br />
bile su tuzne.<br />
I mrznja uvek sa sobom,<br />
vukla je neduzne.<br />
Mozda nisu svi ljudi<br />
tako zli.<br />
Nismo se valjda svi<br />
samo za to rodili.<br />
Sve prave ljubavi uvek,<br />
bile su tuzne.<br />
I mrznja uvek sa sobom,<br />
vukla je neduzne.<br />
<br />
III strofa<br />
<br />
Cuvam uspomene lepe,<br />
pa se pitam dal se<br />
one mene sete.<br />
Dal ih nemiri posete.<br />
In vinum nos veritas.<br />
Otvori kartu, stavi prst,<br />
na atlas.<br />
Tu se krijemo veceras.<br />
Kad na zapad Sunce zadje.<br />
Kad i mene nemir pronadje.<br />
Kad noci opet budu sretne.<br />
Kad opet dignu se roletne.<br />
Tu smo sami ti i ja.<br />
Zagrljaji poljupci,<br />
kao nekada.<br />
Nevaljala ruka klizi po telu,<br />
s reci odavno na delu.<br />
Zelim te odmah<br />
i zelim te celu.<br />
Zadnje sediste u starom opelu.<br />
<br />
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e6zMv6BkcCo<br />
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<br /></div>
Miloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758965112654155998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866161652316870342.post-35652514717582275382016-01-19T06:37:00.000-08:002016-01-19T06:37:09.627-08:00Majski Zubori<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Neko je mozda sve svoje snove,<br />
sakrio u kutu ribarskog camca.<br />
Neko ko voli mozda veceri ove,<br />
neko, ko trazi vidike sa pramca.<br />
Odjednom je brod nade na vidiku,<br />
laka zivost za cas ovlada.<br />
Neko sad zudno prati ovu sliku,<br />
neko ce mozda prestati da se nada.<br />
Crni obrisi broda koji plovi,<br />
stvaraju za cas mastanja splet.<br />
Sta li ce doneti talasi ovi,<br />
da li ce nekom ulepsati svet?</div>
Miloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758965112654155998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866161652316870342.post-58547193742749714552016-01-19T06:22:00.003-08:002016-01-19T06:22:57.445-08:00Santa Maria Della Salute<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Putevi srece da su dali,<br />
rani cempresi oduvali strah.<br />
Ognjiste tudjini ne bi krali.<br />
Nemir brdjana ostao bi prah.<br />
Tobom dusmani, dusu ne bi prali,<br />
ni obraz suzom, ne bi oprah.<br />
Presudi nam posteni sude,<br />
Santa Maria Della Salute.</div>
Miloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758965112654155998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866161652316870342.post-62169101398149609162016-01-19T06:19:00.000-08:002016-01-19T06:19:15.292-08:00Ti<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
A za tebe je to samo bio izlet...<br />
Ja pokupicu mrvice...<br />
Ocisticu fleke...<br />
Ti...<br />
Biraj oruzje...<br />
Zazmuri, potegni, pucaj...<br />
Tebi je to bio izlet, meni poslednji let...</div>
Miloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758965112654155998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866161652316870342.post-76976427322989644732016-01-08T20:14:00.001-08:002016-01-08T20:21:38.695-08:00Trenutak<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Nemam svete njoj ja sta da zamerim. Da joj zamerim imam samo jednu stvar. Da joj zamerim sto je verovala da sam jak. Nisam siguran da li je to njoj u opste za zameriti...<br />
Kao da sad iznova zivim taj trenutak. Trenutak, kad mi je u ocima slabost, a trgnula je u neverici glavom znajuci da ne postoji jaci. Da li mogu i sebi da zamerim? Da li mogu i sebi da zamerim, sto ljudima verujem? Sto verujem da smo svi od istog oca i majke rodjeni, te da smo svi i ljudi. Znam da mogu sebi da zamerim sto nisam iskoristio trenutak. Trenutak kad su zvonila zvona svadbena, a ja ih nisam iskoristio. Pomozi mi Boze u ovom trenutku, nakon verovanja u svu tvoju decu, moju bracu i sestre. Kako ti da im sudis, a tek kako ja da im sudim? Izgleda da sam u toj enigmi jedini krivac, zar ne? Nakon svega, u tebe gledam zvezdo Danico i tebe Boze gledam. Gledam u vas kao jedini oslonac na tom putu ponovnog pronalaska sebe.<br />
Okrenucu se na Istok, a pozdraviti Zapad. Obecavam da cu verovati u sebe i trecu srecu. A ako vec ne postoji moje parce neba ispod kojeg stojim Boze, dacu sve od sebe da ga stvorim.</div>
Miloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758965112654155998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866161652316870342.post-69470645512796711912015-12-26T19:57:00.002-08:002015-12-26T19:57:55.586-08:00Rec zahvalnosti<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Nedostajace mi, taj miris Dzeka.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Pesma i kotlic u noci preko leta.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Hladna sljiva kad procveta.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Falice mi i ta ljubav stara.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Vino, bluz i ta pijana gitara.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Falice mi i taj kamen.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Hladan talas i veciti plamen.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Falice mi i taj azmafon i mikrofon</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>sto svaku rec upije.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>I praznu casu kada ispije.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Sve prenosi na zvucnik</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>samo tugu sakrije.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Nedostajace mi i te ulice i pasazi,</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Miris hladne reke, brdoviti pejsazi.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Nedostajeci mi galop bele grive,</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>nasmejani dani i te reci saljive.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Setnje sa Adonisom, </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>na ivici ludosti i razuma.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Britke reci neispostovanih ultimatuma.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Falice mi i ta odgrizena jabuka,</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>mir i san tudjeg jastuka.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Nedostajace mi i taj domaci stranac,</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>vuk samotnjak, trezan pijanac.</b></span><br />
<br /></div>
Miloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758965112654155998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866161652316870342.post-19951581107334992492015-12-26T03:28:00.001-08:002015-12-26T03:28:48.460-08:00Vreme<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Cudna je stvar ta proslost.<br />
Zivis u senci vremena,<br />
A vreme...<br />
Kao planinsko jezero.<br />
Stoji tu, iza svojih brda.<br />
Stoji i ne ide nigde.<br />
Samo se tako povremeno,<br />
Odledi, pa ponovo zaledi.<br />
Zima ove godine je malo duza,<br />
A i led je deblji.<br />
Sve je stalo,<br />
A okolo sve leti.<br />
Cvrkut po koje ptice,<br />
obelezi to kratko leto.<br />
Nova se repa vadi.<br />
Planinom odzvanja cegrtanje tarupa.<br />
Led.<br />
Led je na istom mestu, deblji je.<br />
Sledece godine nastavlja dalje.<br />
Postao je glecar.<br />
<br />
<br /></div>
Miloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758965112654155998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866161652316870342.post-47452266404398527292015-12-22T04:34:00.000-08:002015-12-22T04:34:14.474-08:00Smisao zivota, koja je?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"> Da li ste se ikad
pitali koja je poenta zivota, koja je smisao zivota?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"> </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"> Da li je ista za
mlade I za stare? Da li je iste za ozenje I udate, kao I za slobodne, razvedene
I napustene? Da li je ista za one bez dece, za one sa dvoje dece, za one sa
cetvoro dece? Da li je ista za siromasne I bogate? Da li se menja spram
evolucije coveka. Spram ove evolucije losih vrednosti?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"> Da li je poenta
zivota imati novac, ili imati ogromnu kucu? Da li je poenta zivota imati
porodicu? Ili je poenta I smisao zivota nesto sasvim drugo?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"> Nemojte da sad
gledate cudno, ali kako ja vidim, poenta zivota je sigurno nesto sasvim drugo,
ali je ista za sve. Poenta zivota je naci svoj unutrasnji mir. Unutrasnji mir I
sklad koji te ispunjava. Nekom je taj miri dete, nekom posao, nekom novac… Jer
neretko predmet naseg unutrasnjeg mira je nas san. Tacnije kad polako pocnemo
da ostvarujemo svoj san. Nista lepse. Ustajes sa osmehom, lezes sa osmehom.
Desavaju se I problem, ali se resavaju lako, ne obazires se. Zivis zivot punim
plucima u punom I pravom smislu tih reci.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"> A sta kad izgubis
svoj unutrasnji mir, poentu I smisao zivota? Sta ako si ga imao pa izgubio, ili
ga nisi nikad ni nisao? Samo kazem…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Miloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758965112654155998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866161652316870342.post-83207296479776422732015-12-21T03:57:00.002-08:002015-12-26T20:14:38.472-08:00Istina<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 19.32px;">Mislio si da si jak,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 19.32px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 19.32px;">Dok nisi spoznao koliko si slab.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 19.32px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 19.32px;">Mislio si da mrzis,</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 19.32px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 19.32px;">Dok nisi spoznao koliko volis.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 19.32px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 19.32px;">Mislio si da vreme stoji,</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #141823; display: inline; line-height: 19.32px;"><br />Dok nisi spoznao koliko leti.<br />Mislio si da za ljubav treba dvoje,<br />Dok nisi shvatio da je dovoljno samo jedno.<br />Mislio si da znas,<br />Dok nisi shvatio da jos ucis.<br />Mislio si da se lose desava drugima,<br />Dok nisi doziveo lose.<br />Mislili su si da si jak,<br />Al' onda su shvatili koliko si slab.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #141823; display: inline; line-height: 19.32px;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #141823; display: inline; line-height: 19.32px;">You thought that you are strong,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #141823; display: inline; line-height: 19.32px;">Until you saw how week you are.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #141823; display: inline; line-height: 19.32px;">You thought that you can only hate,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #141823; display: inline; line-height: 19.32px;">Until you saw how much you can love.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #141823; display: inline; line-height: 19.32px;">You thought that time doesn't flow,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #141823; display: inline; line-height: 19.32px;">Until you saw how much time flies.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #141823; display: inline; line-height: 19.32px;">You thought that you need two people for love,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #141823; display: inline; line-height: 19.32px;">Until you find out, it actually needs one.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #141823; display: inline; line-height: 19.32px;">You thought that you know,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #141823; display: inline; line-height: 19.32px;">Until you find out that you are still learning.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #141823; display: inline; line-height: 19.32px;">You thought bad things happens to other people,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #141823; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="line-height: 19.32px;">Until you've experienced</span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; line-height: 19.32px;"> the worst.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; line-height: 19.32px;">They thought that you are strong,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; line-height: 19.32px;">But then they saw how week you are.</span></div>
Miloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758965112654155998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866161652316870342.post-26252651290397741302015-12-09T14:46:00.003-08:002015-12-09T14:46:47.834-08:00Nada<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 17.94px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Sva smo vrata otvorili.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 17.94px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Sve bojeve dobili. </b></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 17.94px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Sva smo vrata izmedju nas zatvorili</b></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 17.94px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>i sve reci izgovorili. </b></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 17.94px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Nada jos ostala je.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 17.94px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Godina je iza nas prosla.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 17.94px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Ispred tebe, ispred mene, nova je dosla. </b></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 17.94px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Malo je pred ponoc, </b></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 17.94px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>vojvodjanski veju snegovi. </b></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 17.94px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>U ponoc kad kazaljske se spoje. </b></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 17.94px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Nasi svetovi ce da se razdvoje.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 17.94px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Nestajes ti, nestajem i ja.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 17.94px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Iza mene nada ostala je</b></span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17.94px; white-space: pre-wrap;">.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 17.94px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Mozda i nesto u mislima kazem,
mozda mi i nesto u mislima kazes.
A mozda i to sto si rekla, samo lazes.
Ali nada jos postoji.</span></b></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 17.94px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><br /></span></b></span>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 17.94px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Nada jos postoji.
Ona ne zna za godine,</b></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 17.94px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>leta i jeseni. </b></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 17.94px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Ona ne zna ni da broji.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 17.94px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Nada je tu gde jeste. </b></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 17.94px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Tu je na posebnom mestu gde stoji.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 17.94px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Ne zna da ode,</b></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 17.94px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>ne zna da se boji.</b></span></span><br />
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<b style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; line-height: 1.38; white-space: pre-wrap;">Otisla ti, otisao i ja. </b><br />
<b style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; line-height: 1.38; white-space: pre-wrap;">Nada jos uvek tu je. </b><br />
<b style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; line-height: 1.38; white-space: pre-wrap;">Niko ne zna da postoji.</b><br />
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Miloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758965112654155998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866161652316870342.post-42831109805550307272015-11-21T16:49:00.000-08:002016-04-12T17:24:43.628-07:00Jedna je Vojvodina<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Eh, ta Vojvodina... Mesto prkosa i ponasa, ljubavi i mrznje, ravnopravnosti i tolerancije. Mesto gde je svaki covek boem. Mesto Vase Ladackog, Zvonka Bogdana, Lukijana Musickog, Ticijana, Ilariona Ruvarca, Ignjata Junga, Dositeja Obradovica... Mesto Fruske Gore i druge Svete Gore. Mesto lola i lala. Mesto Karlovaca, Mitrovica, Danibusa, Mesta sa zadnjih deset slova azbuke, C, S, Ž, Č, Ć... Bečej, Srbobran, Vršac, Sombor, Kisač, Silbaš... Mesto varosi, salasa i sokaka. Mesto vinograda i zitnih polja. Crvenog i belog vina, tamburasa i fijakera, vranaca i pasa cuvara. Mesto gde se sneg docekuje sa osmehom, a ispraca sa suzom. Mesto gde sve ima svoj, neki drugaciji miris. Mesto gde svakom coveku poreklom iz Vojvodine, ma gde god bio, na prvi ton tambure zaigra srce. Mesto gde je merak zadnji dinar dati tamburasu i kocijasu koji te u zoru fijakreom dovezao kuci. Mesto gde se samo jednom voli i samo jednom ljubi. Mesto ravnice gde je svako dalekovid. Mesto tvrdjava, zamaka i dvoraca...<br />
U toj ravnici je i moja Sremska Mitrovica, na toj obali Save, u tom Sremu. Znate, to je ono mesto gde su se sremci najeli sunke, a svabe zauzele bunar. Mesto gde se meni zaustavila Sava, skazaljke stare gde ce uvek biti pesma mene i moje drage. Moje prve i poslednje suze, prve i poslednje ljubavi. Mesto gde nedam ni domacem ni dodjosu da mi kvare tu uspomenu, tu notu ravnice koju svi mi iz Vojvodine nosimo. To je moje mesto bilo, jeste i bice. To je moje mesto gde je svako dobar dok se ne dokaze pred Sudom, Bogom i Svetom u suprotno. To je moje mesto hladnog belog vina, vruce prasetine, tuznog i veselog zvuka tambure.<br />
Vojvodina, Sremska Mitrovica je mesto mog kucerka starog iz centra grada, kuceta i maceta, majke i oca...</div>
Miloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11758965112654155998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866161652316870342.post-56695598653950126752014-05-25T19:45:00.000-07:002014-05-25T19:45:30.563-07:00Veliki Hvala Srbiji!!!This weekend is Memorial Day weekend in the United States. It is a day to remember those that gave the greatest sacrifice for our country in her time of need. But I wanted to take the time to say that I know that over the years Americans have not always fought alone, so on this Memorial Day I want to say Thank You to all those that have given and served and defended. I want to begin by sharing the words of President Woodrow Wilson;<br />
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<i>On Sunday, 28th of this present month, will occur the fourth
anniversary of the day when the gallant people of Serbia, rather than
submit to the studied and ignoble exactions of a prearranged foe, were
called upon by the war declaration of Austria-Hungary to defend their
territory and their homes against an enemy bent on their destruction.
Nobly did they respond. So valiantly and courageously did they oppose
the forces of a country ten times greater in population and resources
that it was only after they had thrice driven the Austrians back and
Germany and Bulgaria had come to the aid of Austria that they were
compelled to retreat into Albania. While their territory has been
devastated and their homes despoiled, the spirit of the Serbian people
has not been broken. Though overwhelmed by superior forces, their love
of freedom remains unabated. Brutal force has left unaffected their firm
determination to sacrifice everything for liberty and independence.
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It is fitting that the people of the United States, dedicated to the
self-evident truth that is the right of the people of all nations, small
as well as great, to live their own lives and choose their own
Government, and remembering that the principles for which Serbia has so
nobly fought and suffered are those for which the United States is
fighting, should on the occasion of this anniversary manifest in an
appropriate manner their war sympathy with this oppressed people who
have so heroically resisted the aims of the Germanic nations to master
the world. At the same time, we should not forget the kindred people of
the Great Slavic race--the Poles, the Czechs and Jugo-Slavs, who, now
dominated and oppressed by alien races yearn for independence and
national unity.
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This can be done in a manner no more appropriate than in our churches.
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I, therefore, appeal to the people of the United States of all faiths
and creeds to assemble in their several places of worship on Sunday July
28, for the purpose of giving expression to their sympathy with this
subjugated people and their oppressed and dominated kindred on other
lands, and to invoke the blessings of Almighty God upon them and upon
the cause to which they are pledged.
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Woodrow Wilson, President<br />
The White House, July 1918<br />
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Unfortunately, within 20 years time, the world was at war again. During the hell that Hitler brought to Europe and the world, those
nations that stood against such hatred driven aggression were both big
and small, rich and poor, yet, it can be said, each was great in spirit
and deeds. Here in the States, as I am sure happened in other nations as
well, gung-ho boys lied about age and even pretended to be older
brothers or cousins to join the cause. On the surface there was a clear
defined enemy in Hitler and the Nazis. The need to defeat the Axis powers was a palatable one. Every citizen
of the world seemed to know the dire consequences if there were no
victory. There are several 'simplistic' actions that aided in the
eventual defeat of Hitler's Nazi Germany. First, Hitler's own arrogance
blinded him to the limits of his military resources and assets. Second,
Hitler was not able to engage any enemy in a two-front scenario, instead
he was the one trying to win on several fronts against several enemies.
How did this happen? Hitler believed he could conquer both east and
west at the same time, however, the western front was a battle fought
mostly by the French and Brits with the inclusion of the Americans with
the D-Day invasion. On the eastern front he fought the Russians, whose
will to resist he greatly underestimated, he did understand the numbers
as well as the disadvantage of fighting in winter. His answer to
overcome the minor issues with Russia was to cut through the Balkans
thus forcing Russia into a 2 front war, west and south. In order to
achieve this the German Army had to accomplish something that it had
been unable to do in WWI, defeat the Serbs. Hitler's solution was to use
Bulgaria to this end. History does tell us just how well that worked
out for Hitler, so I will not retell that story. However, I will refer
to one that is little known to even students of history, that is of the
Forgotten 500.<br />
The fact that Hitler was soundly defeated was not the
fault of an incompetent or impotent military, on the contrary, it many
ways the Big 5 powers spent the war playing catch up with German
technology and weapons designs. No, what defeated Hitler was that those
fighting against him were fighting for something larger than themselves,
whereas, especially by the end of the war, most Germans were merely
trying to get out alive.The fight for the air was especially brutal.
Allied pilots faced high mortality rates and even higher chance of being
shot down and captured. Just such was the fate of over 500 Americans
over Serbia/Yugoslavia during the war. Unknown to the American airmen
was that politicians and intelligence community had already decided that
Serbia/Yugoslavia would be a future enemy after the war. Thus American
airman were warned about the brutal Serbs that would as soon kill them
as look at them. The reality that a very lucky 500 Airmen discovered
couldn't have been further from the briefings they received pre-mission.
The reality that America never told its fighting boys or their public
was the lengths to which regular Serbs went to not only rescue and hide
downed Allied personnel but to care for them, not only when it was maybe
inconvenient, but also fatal.<br />
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<a href="http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/news/838425/posts" target="_blank"><i><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">While we were there, those of us who
were wounded were given whatever medical supplies they had even at the
deprivation of their own troops. If there was one piece of bread in
the house, or one egg, it went to the American airmen while the Serb
went hungry. </span></i></a><br />
<a href="http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/news/838425/posts" target="_blank"><i><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">If
there was one bed or one blanket, it went to us while the Serb slept on
the bare ground. No risk of sacrifice was too great to insure our
safety and well being. One experience which is forever seared in my
memory is the time a village with 200 women and children was burned to
the ground by the Germans because the Serbs would not tell them where
they were hiding us. To this day, I can smell the terrible stench of
their burning flesh. One does not forget such things. </span></i></a><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> So
on this Memorial Day, as one American who knows, I want to thank, not
only the men and women that wore the uniform of the US, but also those
whom wore other uniforms or no uniforms that helped, aided, and stood
side by side with the US in her past times of struggle. May we one day
return to our honor and also to our truth! Veliki hvala Srbiji!</span>Cassi Mertenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08920286993186885356noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866161652316870342.post-1704042337262583692014-04-15T08:12:00.004-07:002014-04-15T08:12:46.008-07:00Changing Education in Serbia....As another condition to joining the sinking EU, <a href="http://www.setimes.com/cocoon/setimes/xhtml/en_GB/features/setimes/features/2014/04/14/feature-01?utm_source=twitterfeed&utm_medium=twitter" target="_blank">Serbia needs to reform its education system</a>.
There are many countries that need to reform their education systems,
some that are more 'developed' than Serbia. Part of the 'issue' seems to
be that the best and brightest of Serbia's students leave their home
country to make it some where else. This basic premise seems to imply
that Serbia's education system isn't maybe as 'bad' as the EU Commission
makes it seem. It would actually seem that the greatest reforms should
be in the economy and market place as well as in research and
development to create an environment that allows for the best to stay
home and make their mark on the world from Serbia.<br />
As I said most
education systems need to be reformed. Most of them no longer educate,
instead they train children to grow into compliant obedient workers for
mega-corporations. <br />
This immoral mentality is destroying the
culture of humanity. We are not robots. We are creative, curious,
adventurous, explorers of the amazing, wonderful world around us. We
should be teaching our children to cultivate those traits with respect
and morals. Education systems should encourage and treasure the various
talents of each and EVERY child. For it is in this manner that we can
truly ensure that humanity retains its humanness. We are so focused on
advancing our materialistic interests that we forget our cultural needs
as well as losing our respect for our heritage, especially if it
conflicts with the materialistic advance. This error will be more
damaging than any other action by any group or disaster that could
impact the planet. It is a complete and total disgrace that not only are
we throwing away historical artifacts and locations, we are also not
teaching students to value, understand or gain from the knowledge left
us by our ancestors.<br />
Serbia is a prime location for a REAL reform
in education. Let's start by showing the EU the door, minding our
manners, of course. Then let's preserve all the history and knowledge of
Serbia, both her land and people. Then lets get innovative and
motivated and use that rich treasure as our guide for the future. Let
Serbia be a new example for how to get it right, how to balance
materialistic advances with our humanness. It can be done, we can have
both. We can treasure our past and our history and still take steps
forward in the materialistic world. This is the perfect time for Serbia
to break free embrace her independence and blaze her own path.Cassi Mertenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08920286993186885356noreply@blogger.com0