Kocka (radna verzija) |
Perforacija razdire sanotkrivaju se dobitni brojeviotvaraju se zatvoreni prozoriprodire vjetri-- lakZnak je to novog udahaprije urona iz --upljeg u praznoraznolike znamenke zovu ni--tavilopenetraciju ...
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Dvostruka oatrica (radna verzija) |
pjena se na kavi ve-- ukru--uje pijani su mornari hladno--a se na usnama naslu--uje brod okru--uju no--ni --uvari dim plazi po suhoj ko--i sirena je --edna krvi, pjeva vrijeme je da postanemo stro-...
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Check out this video: Opeth - When Live Milan 2005 |
Opeth - When Live Milan 2005
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Shape of My Heart |
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MY REVIEW AND IMPRESSIONS ON YOU ARE ALIVE |
The film is an ode to perspectives. If it was in black and white and more contrasted photography some structures of it would be more visible, and the depth of the black in trafficking would com...
Posted by on Fri, 17 Aug 2007 01:15:00 GMT |
Clips From Diarrhoeas |
Nescit vox missa reverti (Horatious). How to choose anly a few moments out of a sea of impressions of a day? How to capture a feeling never known before stepping on the ground of your ancestors? I rea...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Aug 2007 13:13:00 GMT |
Croatian Rhapsody |
Jedna mala katastrofa, radna verzijaPjesmica profesorici umjesto radaHladi se pivo
Posted by on Thu, 16 Aug 2007 10:28:00 GMT |
Heraclea intestis |
I put my hand on the rough surface of a cold stone. The shadows walk among the ruins as the sun climbs above the theater. Time is passing by. All around are worn out faces in a worn out place. The ech...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Aug 2007 06:34:00 GMT |
Blue and Green |
What I saw in the mirror in the absence of self: the loss for words for the sake of insomnia where we are lost within the space of an hour where I was not where you weren't, and all that was...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Aug 2007 06:32:00 GMT |
Why I Write |
TIBI ET IGNI. I write because everything I think, say and write is a lie. I am a liar. I cannot stop it. I lie to myself and others. I write because I am weak, because words are fragile, because I am ...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Aug 2007 04:50:00 GMT |
