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Sakam da ve informiram deka stranicata koja shto ja gledate bila pred dva dena sajt na denot vo dnevniot vesnik Vreme. Toa znaci deka nekoj opisal shto e toa blog, shto jas tuka pisuvam, kolkav gugl ranking imam i kolku cesto ja nadopolnuvam stranicata.
Ima eden problem, toa bese pred dva dena.

I jas doznav denes de.

Inaku i linkot do on-line izdanieto na vesnikot nema da ve dovede do toj napis, pa vi ostanuva samo da mi veruvate na mojot cesen blogerski zbor.

koj blogira ne laze :)

It happened that way because that's how it happened (Rushdie)

pozdravi i cestitki

Ania ispolnuva muzicki zelbi na svojot blog. Ako imate muzicka zelba ispratete predlog na bitola@wp.pl :)

Nashiot prilog ke go zapocneme so pozdravot na edno drugarche koe smeta deka slednata pesna e "najbed" , "mokna" , " mother of a blowout". Gi pastam slednite liriki za drugarceto shto ke se prepoznae samo, i za lepo drushtvo.

Se vrakame vednash posle reklamite:


Morphine - the night

You're the night, Lilah
A little girl lost in the woods
You're a folk tale, the unexplainable

You're a bedtime story
The one that keeps the curtains closed
I hope you're waiting for me cause I can't make it on my own
I can't make it on my own

It's too dark to see the landmarks
I don't want your good luck charms
I hope you're waiting for me across your carpet of stars
You're the night, Lilah
You're everything that we can't see
Lilah, you're the possibility

You're the bedtime story
The one that keeps the curtains closed
And I hope you're waiting for me cause I can't make it on my own
I can't make it on my own

Unknown the unlit world of old
You're the sounds I never heard before
Off the map where the wild things grow
Another world outside my door
Here I stand I'm all alone
Drive me down the pitch black road
Lilah you're my only home and I can't make it on my own

You're a bedtime story
The one that keeps the curtains closed
And I hope you're waiting for me cause I can't make it on my own
I can't make it on my own.


Tekstot go prepisav od ovde. Osven tekstovi na morphine, miss kitten, zoot woman ima i sliki na pijani lugje, macki, stolici i neidentifikuvani objekti. Preporacan klik :)

Ne izdrza srce junacko...

....i reshi da napisi post. Gledam deka ne sum izdrzala nitu eden mesec, ama shto da se pravi koga vremeto ne e soncevo, ircot e dosaden a vinoto skapo. Prethodnata recenica e stavena radi nekoj vid na ukras, ne ja tretirajte premnogu seriozno. Obozavam da redam zborovi, megju drugoto i zatoa imam blog.

Tuku da se pofalam jas deka vo vesnik ke me ima
...dodusha ne znam koga i kako, ama koga ke doznam ke vi kazam. Nishto posebno, nekolku reda i opis na mojata dejnost bez emocii i subjektivizam, odnosno neshto, shto e moja domena i koga ne go gledam kaj drugi, ostanuvam bez zborovi i zelba da gi pronajdam istite.
Dolgi recenici dzanam tvorime, vreme e da privrsime.

Nema da opisam slucka od zivotot, procitana kniga ili izgledan film bidejki site vie imate slucki, knigi za citanje i filmovi za gledanje. Ke redam samo zborovi koi neraspolozeni lugje shto slucajno ke naletaat ovde ke morat barem povrshno da gi analiziraat, ili pak, da im manat eden skan ili skimming, seedno.

Mnogu mi se bendisa edna misla na eden prokletnik Salman Rushdie koj na krajot od eden svoj esej za eden drug prokletnik veli vaka:
(nema da preveduvam oti me mrzi)

"And while there is life, there must be analysis, struggle, persuasion, argument, polemic, rethinking, and all the other longish words that add up to one very short word: hope"

(ovaj citat doagja od zbirkata na kratki esei imaginary homelands , toplo ja preporacuvam)

p.s. Makedonskiot zbor "nadez" bega za edna bukva, no ne go izbegnuva znacenjeto.