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Published: 2009-05-11 18:27:33 +0000 UTC; Views: 591; Favourites: 28; Downloads: 0
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I do not know your name,you are just a frail shadow on the walls of the Future,
you wane before the faces of Sun and Reason.
I do not know the color of your voice,
you are just the sound of footsteps
echoing through hallways of Time,
you do not exist beyond the dreams dissolved in my blood.
I do not know the shape of your body,
you are just a reflection of moonlight
in the songs of the wolves..
I do not know,
and I cannot find you in these
proud, empty, hollow shells that surround me.
They say that you do not dwell
in these parts and that I will never know.
But it is too late,
I have already drunk the last swallow of hope,
broken all the mirrors,
shattered the crystal ball,
with eyes on the horizon of Impossible,
I count the grains of sand in a desert of clocks
while the heart beats in the rhythm of words
You'll.
Be.
There..
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~to a wolf who found his pack
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ali zasto u tom tonu........ 
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Nemam rijeci za ovu sliku i sve uz nju...
Neznam zasto...ali ova slika mi je moj personal favorite od svih tvojih slika...
Kako neke osjecaje docarava ta slika..koji su mi na neki nacin dobro poznati...ah...
A jos i pjesma...
Prekrasno na jedan nacin...savrseno na drugi...i jos puno toga na sve strane na koje mozes osjecati ili samo osjetiti naznaku "na vrhu jezika" osjecaja nekih dalekih a opet tako ...tako bolno bliskih...
kisses and cheekrub...
... ... ... ...
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hvala ti puno, puno,najvise..toliko sam htjela da ova slika bude nesto vise od portreta i jako mi je drago da je potakla osjecaje u tebi..i znam da je razumijes u potpunosti, i nekako mi je lakse zbog toga *nuzzle*
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"...and were we ever a proof
that failed to be an evidence
but surely we were a sky once
that failed to keep all the stars
its not the time to blame anymore
now its time to walk this path
the right way."
neznam Ε‘to sam viΕ‘e trebala sad..ovu sliku ili ovaj text...ili dopustiti da mi Δinjenica kako sam tako daleko uniΕ‘ti sve. ali trebala sam ovu sliku. nije moja,ali... hvala ti
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You always manage to express contradictory feelings in a coherent picture, just like a person is a coherent combination of antagonistic tensions. I think perhaps there's the feelings you work on expressing and there's something that's always there, plainly visible, and it is strength. Nothing rough or excessively ostentatious, but a simple and obvious strength of mind which infuses your features and gives depth and a sort of duality to your creations. In this one there's abandon and fall, loss of balance, the whole world swirling around you as you seem to lose your marks. But the eye, the "ever fixed gaze that looks on tempests", this eye is not lost, it knows where it is, where it looks and it does not abandon anything. I think the hair contributes to this dual impression.
I am quite overwhelmed by the beauty of this piece, i can't keep my eyes off it, it seems so perfectly balanced and delicate in the tilt of the neck and head, the curls of the hair and the dynamic they create. But i feel pompous and cold when i say all these things, like i'm writing a dissertation on something which should be beyond words in its simplicity and evidence.
So in a sense, sorry for spoiling something that i find so perfect with such fetid babbling. Pompous again!!!!!!! Time to go to sleep!!!!!
Anyway, i love this beyond measure!!! Honestly, it's amazing!!!
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and you always manage to leave me speechless with the sheer accuracy of what I wanted to express..I really love this piece, one of the rare self-portraits that I do..and it means so much that you've found the message in it, not only the one on the surface but the hidden one as well..it makes art worth while when you've managed to reach at least one person and inspire them to see more than a representation of a model in a photograph..
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like a pale rider she was
like one who reach for someone's soul
reach a soul and take a life
opening eyes of immortality...
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a second brilliant comment that made my night..
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Divno je, i bolno i setno, mirise na prelaz izmedju zime i jeseni, kao ona bolest kad nas hvata zimi, onaj umor i letargija...Pomalo me podseca i na bolesnu muzu od Bodlera (:
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*grli* obozavam te 
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