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Maja

Like a bird on the wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir, I have tried in my way to be free...

About Me

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you asked me: "who's gonna ride your wild horses?" I say the one who can ride against the wild wind...:)))

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

and all those beautiful people hereafter...most of whome I've already met and can never get enough of...Sven and Ana and watch "Los amantes del circulo polar" with them in a small cosy room in Bergen. Would like to meet Meri and Ifi, drink turkish coffee and polish my nails red:) Would like to meet Thomas Bhertier and sleep on his bed while he is desiging a cover for somebody's cd and listening to French hip-hop. Would love to meet Helder Gomes and take that Billy Holiday's cd from his hands once again. Would love to meet Jelena and Srdjan and laugh with them while eating pasulj and gibanica. Would love to meet Haama and tell her how her room is full of ghosts and how I feel like smoking and eating something sweet. Would like to meet Ihab and agree with him on how war is shit, sit on his carpet and smoke nargila. Would like to meet Zahor and tell him how it all happend just beacuse I was crazy about him. Would like to meet Tony the Cheese, listen to Jacques Brel, cry and laugh at the same time. Would love to meet Bee, pose for her bautiful photos and eat her rice again. Would love to meet Leiv Breivik, forget about "the passive" and talk about the little island far up in the north of Norway where he grew up. Would love to meet my brother and tell him how the other day I found a photo on which he was 4 and I was 2, and how I cried a lot...for what we were and what we are now..still beautiful, but ,still, I cried... Would love to meet Vera, be silly and talk about boys. many boys:) and the only ones:) Would love to meet Ghifari and look at his childish eyes. Would like to meet Nkambo and hear from him that finally bananas in Europe tastes like in his Pearl of Africa. Would like to meet Elmo and see his friendly smile that makes me feel as a sort of homecoming. Would like to meet Sofronis and show him how I can love so crazily...would love to meet Maria and talk life, would love to meet Stef, walk barefoot and listen to her violine, would love to meet Sofia, her smiling eyes, her wandering soul. would like to meet Ketut, lie on newspapers on a hill,above Fantoft and wait for the falling stars and laugh our asses out...would love to meet Ilker and hear him say in a Torturo way " i like u a lot", would like to meet Radmilo, wake up in a small room on top of a Trastevere building, drink coffee in the Roman sun and listen to EKV, would like to meet Laurita and get dizzy with her optimism. Would like to meet Cory and stay with him in Sarajevo the whole day and night...Would like to meet Nicos, have time this time and let him know me, whatever he could mean by that:) would love to meet my dear Columnbian cabron Silvia and sing "fumando espero al hombre que yo quiero..." and fumando, of course:) would like to meet Paul, roam the streets of Glasgow together, eat in his cosy kitchen after and admire his "american beauty walls", would like to meet Johnatan and say sorry, would like to meet Lene, Tea and Eleana and have a Saturday brunch together, would like to meat Vahram, his beautiful wife and sons, would like to meet Ebru and get convinced once more that angles exist on earth, would like to meet Sasha and try to explain somehow, would like to meet Alison and have a London coffee, would love to meet Darko and take him to the candy shop, would love to meet Nevena and Sofija and drink "kajsija" on a Zemunski splav, would like to meet Marios, dance and laugh...would like to meet Craig, walk through narrow Edinburgh streets, then drive up to Doune and have a bottle of wine by the fire place of his cosy Scottish home, while listening about how St. Petersburg is abosolutely beautiful, would love to meet Dan and congratulate him on his humanitarian endavours and make him write one of his silly beautiful little poems...would like to meet Rudy and hit the hot Captown night with him...

Music:

"I`ve banged my head against a whole series of ideological walls but my experience has not convinced me that music should bow down before the irreconciliabity of mankind".Miles Davis, Keith Jarret,Leonard Cohen,Johnny Cash, Tom Waits, Nina Simone, Bob Dylan, Billy Holiday, Erik Satie, Jacques Brel, David Bowie,Paolo Conte, Darko Rundek & Cargo Orkestar, EKV, Van Morrison, Lue Reed, Nick Cave,Tracy Chapman, Oi Va Voi, Bob Marely, Michael Nyman,Blonde Redhead, Portishead, Avion Travel Piccola Orchestra,Jeff Buckley, Damien Rice, Rahmaninov, Bach, Beethoven, Grieg, Gotan Project, Thiverie Corporation,Radiohead, Parov Stelar, Lamb, Serge Gainsbourg, Deajan Ilijic, Vlatko Stefanovski & Miroslav Tadic, Philip Glass, Erykah Badu, Sade, Astor Piazzola, ...

Books:

Interpreter of Maladies,The God of Small Things, The Namesake, White Teeth, Open Secrets, Beutiful Losers, The Inheritance of Loss, Children of Midnight, Ostrvo, Trvdjava, Roman o Londonu, The Children of Midnight, Lirika Itake...

Heroes:

all the beautiful losers

My Blog

Breaking and Entering

Have just seen the film "Breaking and Entering"...and am truly touched...not only because some of the characters the plot revolves around are the refugees from Sarajevo,Bosnia a single mother with her...
Posted by Maja on Sat, 05 May 2007 10:40:00 PST

somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond

..> ..> somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond by E. E. Cummings somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyondany experience,your eyes have their silence:in your most frail gesture ar...
Posted by Maja on Wed, 04 Apr 2007 11:06:00 PST

maggy and milly and molly and may

maggy and milly and molly and may maggie and milly and molly and may went down to the beach (to play one day) and maggie discovered a shell tha sang so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles, and ...
Posted by Maja on Wed, 04 Apr 2007 08:40:00 PST

for Gibran and Tanja...all my love...

And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, "Speak to us of Children." And he said: Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They come...
Posted by Maja on Tue, 06 Mar 2007 06:43:00 PST

I saved all my ribbons for thee...

Like a bird on the wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free. Like a worm on a hook, like a knight from some old fashioned book I have saved all my ribbons for thee. If ...
Posted by Maja on Tue, 06 Mar 2007 11:54:00 PST

for Boris le petit loup

I hurt myself today To see if I still feel I focus on the pain The only thing that's real The needle tears a hole The old familiar sting Try to kill it all away But I remember everything What have I b...
Posted by Maja on Tue, 06 Mar 2007 05:54:00 PST

Sumatra

Sad smo bezbrizni, laki i nezni. Pomislimo: kako su tihi, snezni vrhovi Urala. Rastuzi li nas kakav bledi lik, sto ga izgubismo neko vece, znamo da, negde, neki potok, mesto njega, rumeno tece! Po jed...
Posted by Maja on Tue, 06 Mar 2007 05:43:00 PST

In fear of harsh ears...

In the depth of my soul there is a wordless songA song that lives in the seed of my heart. It refuses to melt with ink on parchment; It engulfs my affection in a transparent cloakAnd flows but not upo...
Posted by Maja on Tue, 06 Mar 2007 05:39:00 PST

a Tear and a Smile...

I would not exchange the sorrows of my heartfor the joys of the multitude.And I would not have the tears that sadness makesto flow from my every part turn into laughter. I would that my life remain a ...
Posted by Maja on Tue, 06 Mar 2007 05:28:00 PST