

Posted 17 May 2011 - 12:27 PM
Posted 19 May 2011 - 05:20 PM
Normality is a paved road: It's comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.
― V. Van Gogh
Posted 19 May 2011 - 09:09 PM
Posted 19 May 2011 - 09:23 PM
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When you open your mind to the impossible, sometimes you find the truth.
Posted 19 May 2011 - 09:39 PM
Posted 19 May 2011 - 09:44 PM
Normality is a paved road: It's comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.
― V. Van Gogh
Posted 19 May 2011 - 09:57 PM
Posted 21 May 2011 - 09:20 AM
Posted 21 May 2011 - 03:20 PM
Ne, ona nima žametnih oči in niti kodrov mehkih kakor svila,
če sneg je bel, ga v njenih nedrih ni in usta bi se od koral ločila.
Sem videl rože bele in rdeče, na njenih licih take ne cveto
in so dišave, ki so bolj dehteče, kot vonj, ki diha njeno ga telo.
Njen glas poslušam rad, četudi vem da zvoki strun prijetneje zvene,
kako boginje hodijo ne vem; ko ona hodi, stopa kot ljudje.
Pa vendar se mi zdi bolj očarljiva kot vse, ki pesem jih slavi lažniva.
Posted 23 May 2011 - 10:28 PM
Posted 30 May 2011 - 06:48 PM
Posted 04 June 2011 - 12:08 PM
Yes, it can happen so quickly. Life as we know it can change in a blink of an eye. Unlikely friendships can blossom, important careers can be tossed aside, a long lost hope can be rekindled. Still, we should be grateful for whatever changes life throws at us. Because all too soon, the day will come when there are no changes left.
Posted 04 June 2011 - 09:54 PM
A tree too big to embrace ... is born from a slender shoot. A nine-story tower ... rises from a pile of earth. A thousand-mile journey ... begins with a single step.
(taoistična modrost)
Posted 05 June 2011 - 10:30 PM
Posted 06 June 2011 - 04:44 PM
Posted 07 June 2011 - 10:53 AM
Posted 08 June 2011 - 10:09 AM
Ne, ona nima žametnih oči in niti kodrov mehkih kakor svila,
če sneg je bel, ga v njenih nedrih ni in usta bi se od koral ločila.
Sem videl rože bele in rdeče, na njenih licih take ne cveto
in so dišave, ki so bolj dehteče, kot vonj, ki diha njeno ga telo.
Njen glas poslušam rad, četudi vem da zvoki strun prijetneje zvene,
kako boginje hodijo ne vem; ko ona hodi, stopa kot ljudje.
Pa vendar se mi zdi bolj očarljiva kot vse, ki pesem jih slavi lažniva.
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