You are the pattern in the weaving of my existence. You are the secret code that unlocks all that is mine. You are the manner in which I dance, flying from cloud to cloud…You are the answer to all my questions, always unexpected, which raises me from one world to another.You are my sailing boat on the ocean of infinite tranquility and bliss. My most beautiful ark. Your soul has no limits, and it is in my eyes that You are endless…
And thus when I am not asking You anything then, in fact, I am asking You; And when I do not see You – I do indeed see you. And when You are silent You are speaking inside of me; and when you are asleep you are awake inside of me.....

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Tuesday, 11 February 2014

When we call 011.....



Belgrade is in the idea which inseminates the world wherever its spirit is moved. It is in a joke, unintentional gesture, an innate relaxed attitude, with which one meets successes and failures, there where the unit of measuring the style is charisma.Belgrade is not in Belgrade, because Belgrade, in fact, is not a city, it is a metaphor, a way of life, a perspective on things. Belgrade is scattered in all four sides of the world.

I am not there anymore, but somewhere else, from where I am desperately trying to return to myself…

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