Kupujem gvozdenu volju....ako ima prodavca. Jedino mi je ljubav mogla dati takvu volju, niko drugi. I ona nestaje i blijedi i slabi me na hiljadu načina. Ostao sam slab, sam i ranjiv. Dani mi prolaze pred očima... gledam ih noću, ujutro iz kreveta..tješim se da nemam vremena... nestajem polako, pretvaram se u papir... moja radost se uvila u ćebe i čeka sunce. Da li će radijator pomoći a? misli mi vrludaju putevima svijesti, nedovoljno spontane, prebrze da nauče prste kako da ih iskažu riječima i sve je ... :) .....................
Return of the Written-off writer So much time has passed, I shouldn´t even called it a pause. More like resurection. In following days, I guess I should be recording thoughts, old forgotten ideas and advices for almost everything I can think of. Everything will be random, as name of this blog suggests. I guess, this will serve as some kind of disclaimer. I will publish my ideas, sometime whole, sometimes just part of it. If someone stumbles upon it and gets to read it, dont be shy to contact me if you like something.
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