Do not question who waits for you in the shadow.

It is my cry that wakes you in the night,

And my body that crouches in the shadow.

I am Tzeench and you are the puppet

That dances to my tune.”

Jedino ova zivotinja koja ume da misli, rasudjuje, smeje se i voli zivi na planeti a da nista ne mora. I nikog nije ni briga…

A kad dodje sudnji dan, nas vise nece biti.

Samo, ni umreti se ne mora, zauvek cu ziveti u pesmama.

Bedno…

Prelepo mi je. Drzi me tako, ne pustaj  me za sada ni dalje, ni blize. Opasan si Djavole, ali u ime tog Andjela koji je jaci od tebe svaki put kad se nahrani tvojom smrcu, u ime mojih devojackih snova, ostavi me da mirujem samo jos jedan period. Potrebno mi je primirje. Samo da se saberem i prihvatim te.

Ovu igru moramo da zavrsimo zajedno.

Volim ga.

I ta devetnaesta koja nailazi i opominje. Eh zivote, zar bas moras toliko da razaras da se menjas?

To je Djavolski osecaj strasti i zara.

Samo to i nista vise.

A svi smo mi pecarosi ljudskih dusa…i nase su oci uvek zeljne neotkrivenih delova, neopipljive stvarnosti, paklenog uzitka. A nas plen su uvek necje tudje oci. Ah to lice….licemerno….gleda uvek iz prikrajka i smesi se, podmece nogu, uzima celog a daje tek toliko da shvatimo da smo zivi.

O strasti, idi dalje od slabog devojackog srca, njena duse je uzeta i obecana odavno.

Nece joj pomoci vrela krv jer kao sto rekoh, njeno srce je hladno, a um zatvoren.

The time we lost forever

When we cried together, talked and laughed whenever

Morning sun glowed in the sky

Oh, how I wish there was a river

Of our dreams, so pure and slow

Do you know where I could go

Back just to say goodbye

I’ll spend all my days

Living by the ways

Of this cruel and cold place,

I’d fly in case

You’ve fallen from your grace

Just to sweep a tear from your face

How can I know you’ll remember

When our hearts were one,

What was said and done, the battles we won

Together, as the storm howled by

As I take my last breath

Slowly, waiting for my death

Again your eyes are passing trough my head

Sta je ovo? Zasto sat i po posle poziva ne spavam? Vodjena sam mislu da se kroz san projektuje stvarnost (ZIveo Frojd) ….pre samo dva dana pisala sam sastav iz srpskog….sta je motiv i ideja prevare, zlocina….Kakvi su ljudi podlozni?

Udaljvavam se od teme.

ZAPAMTI DOBRO OVAJ OSECAJ DRAGANA. NIKAD NE NEGIRAJ SEBE, MA KOLIKO TO DRUGE I NAJBLIZE BOLELO. TI SI BOGINJA OSETA. TI CARUJES UMOVIMA. NE ZABORAVI TO DRAGANA JER OVO STO TI SE PISE U OVOM CASU U 5:25 AM NIJE BEZAZLENO I SLUCAJMO.

Sta je pozadina videce se. Ja samo ne mogu da pobegnem od uzasa koji mi drma telo i slama dusu.

Manca moj, jos ne spavaka…..ili je vec llego….sad mu je slatko na onom jastucicu….al ja ipak necu znati nikad da li mu je u snovima kosmar….mozda zvuci sebicno, al zelim da se on oseca ko i ja sad, da mu neko istrgne najsladji san i odvede ga u pakao sumnje.

Boze.ima li te? Sta je sa mnom??? Cega se bojim? Sta se desilo. sta se desava ii ce se tek desiti? Sta me proganja, upozorava ?

Zapammticu ovo za slucaj da ispadne neko sranje.

Hvala ti Boze, veliki si.

A ovaj samar od malopre, oprastam….al ja sam takva!

Molim se da se ove noci utese svi neutesni, i da bar malo bude lakse bolesnima i gladnima. Jer, ko da se cela katastrofa planete svalila na moje jadno telo. Ok gladna sam, jutro je skoro, neutesna sam i bolesna. opet imala dva napada…a sve je bilo savrseno od sada.

JA NE MOGU VISE DA NOSIM SVOJE PROKLETSTVO.DAR.

Krst je postao tezak, a ja sve slabija.

istina bez ljubavi je teska, a ljubav bez istine je bolna i neiskrena.

15.november 2007

Somehow strange day.

Have you ever had a feeling that everything is against you and you can still resist? It’s like devil is making you to do wrong things but you are fighting and you don’t know why. Everything seem to be black around you but you know that it is a temptation and you mustn’t believe in it. Tomorrow everything will be better. Those situations are maybe familiar to you but…it is a real devil in you…and he is fighting with all your goodness you are ready to give to the world.

Smth very bad started happening to me since yesterday. My honey bunny….Manca I am a garbage??? Look like a Whore??? Never mind….those are not sincere words….but they are now told by him and they became alive that way. I don’t care.

People are pushing me in the school, on streets…What’s the matter…

But I keep running straight….there’s no other way.

My family is ruined….I don’t give a fuck. I am alive! I have my own life and I am learning to control it….

Panta rei! Nothing but nothing will be the same tomorrow neither my love nor my soul.

As soon as Romans came in these areas they have started building the road Via Meditalis. In the middle age this road was known Constantinopole road which had both military as well as trade importance. The fact that it went trough the clown meant another itself adventage for successful development of trade in this area..

In the second half of the 14^th century the name of town was changed and it gets Greek name Pirgos which meaning is tower. In its 20 centuries old history the town was being ruined for several times: in fire, people were dying from plaque and cholera, many had been killed in wars held on these lands; the town was being flooded few times and twice hit by earthquake.

But the town kept recovering and went on living.

In the 19^th century it becomes trading and economic center of this part of Turkish Europe.

The most important trade industrial line is the production of kilims, has become to exist in the 16^th century.Beside the production of kilims the production of pottery is one of the oldest manufactor art became on this landes. Pirot is known in production of kachawail – hard yellow cheese.

The Pirot citizens learnt the technology of process milk and production kachawail from Greeks and Vlahs.