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When you open your mind to the impossible, sometimes you find the truth.
Posted 08 April 2014 - 08:46 PM
Normality is a paved road: It's comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.
― V. Van Gogh
Posted 10 April 2014 - 12:16 PM
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Posted 29 April 2014 - 03:17 PM
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.
Posted 21 May 2014 - 03:40 PM
Normality is a paved road: It's comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.
― V. Van Gogh
Posted 11 June 2014 - 11:37 AM
Posted 20 June 2014 - 04:10 PM
Normality is a paved road: It's comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.
― V. Van Gogh
Posted 25 June 2014 - 03:59 PM
Normality is a paved road: It's comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.
― V. Van Gogh
Posted 25 June 2014 - 04:48 PM
Uau!
Posted 11 July 2014 - 10:35 AM
Posted 13 July 2014 - 11:51 PM
Normality is a paved road: It's comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.
― V. Van Gogh
Posted 26 August 2014 - 11:57 AM
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.
Posted 04 September 2014 - 06:40 PM
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.
Posted 05 September 2014 - 12:17 PM
Posted 07 September 2014 - 04:07 PM
Normality is a paved road: It's comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.
― V. Van Gogh
Posted 30 September 2014 - 07:27 PM
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.
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