

Kaj bi oblekle / obule / nosile?
#5101
Posted 12 April 2012 - 04:13 PM

Normality is a paved road: It's comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.
― V. Van Gogh
#5102
Posted 12 April 2012 - 11:09 PM
#5103
Posted 13 April 2012 - 02:24 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.
#5104
Posted 14 April 2012 - 12:03 AM




Normality is a paved road: It's comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.
― V. Van Gogh
#5105
Posted 14 April 2012 - 08:13 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.
#5106
Posted 14 April 2012 - 11:01 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.
#5107
Posted 15 April 2012 - 12:06 PM







Normality is a paved road: It's comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.
― V. Van Gogh
#5108
Posted 15 April 2012 - 01:41 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.
#5109
Posted 15 April 2012 - 05:42 PM



Normality is a paved road: It's comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.
― V. Van Gogh
#5110
Posted 20 April 2012 - 09:47 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)
#5111
Posted 21 April 2012 - 09:51 AM

Sracjo zapeto do vratu because i like it that way.

Odkriti srečo. Jo loviti in ujeti. Se prepustiti. Gledati z odprtimi očmi, vonjati, poslušati, se čuditi. Biti radoveden, ceniti lepoto in preproste, majhne in srčne stvari, srčne ljudi, trenutke. Čričke. Predvsem ne pozabi na čričke. Brez njih ni poletja.
#5112
Posted 21 April 2012 - 01:45 PM

Normality is a paved road: It's comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.
― V. Van Gogh
#5114
Posted 22 April 2012 - 09:38 PM

After all this time?
Always.
#5115
Posted 22 April 2012 - 09:42 PM

#5116
Posted 22 April 2012 - 10:20 PM

#5117
Posted 23 April 2012 - 09:17 AM


Dear Leonard. To look life in the face, always, to look life in the face and to know it for what it is. At last to know it, to love it for what it is, and then, to put it away. Leonard, always the years between us, always the years. Always the love. Always the hours.
#5118
Posted 23 April 2012 - 08:46 PM
MELAAA
#5119
Posted 23 April 2012 - 10:20 PM



Normality is a paved road: It's comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.
― V. Van Gogh
#5120
Posted 24 April 2012 - 10:39 PM
"Opinion is really the lowest form of human knowledge. It requires no accountability, no understanding. The highest form of knowledge is empathy, for it requires us to suspend our egos and live in another’s world. It requires profound purpose larger than the self kind of understanding."
Bill Bullard
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