petek, 16. julij 2010
Love Hate Relationship
Moment of Stuckness
četrtek, 27. maj 2010
Lobotomy Wanted
sreda, 7. april 2010
Be careful what you dream of ...
petek, 19. februar 2010
ATENE – Mesto, kjer še danes za vsakim vogalom živijo bogovi
Atene imajo veliko ponuditi, od vas je odvisno, koliko ste pripravljeni vzeti in kako močno se boste prepustili grški mentaliteti, ki vas lahko posrka vase in poskrbi, da bo vaše bivanje v domovini Platona nepozabno in pristno. Yamas! ( Na zdravje!)
četrtek, 16. julij 2009
Speechless
When one of the angels looses it's wings, the others fly next to him to keep him above. High and safe. That's the magic about it.
Not many of you know, why I was going there for, after all this time. I haven't shared it on here. Because I was afraid to talk about it before I left, so nothing would go wrong and once I got there, everything became a little blury. Covered with breaths taken away. One of the main reasons I set my foot on California land, was Jimmy Scott. I'ts ok, if you never heard of him. I admit it, I didn't know him either just few months ago. Now he keeps me speechless. His human touch prevents me from writing about him. Because I feel such respect and I'm afraid my words could never give him the right he deserves. He wasn't the only one that impressed me while staying in LA. There were so many people, working on his dream, finding their dreams within his, creating an artistic fairytale that will hopefully come alive in next few monhts. I will write about it. I'm sure. I just need to put everything inside of me in order. So I can find the phrases that will give you a glimpse of what we experienced in Hollywood.
It really did happen, right? I think so. I hope so. I dream so.
There are many fallen angels in Los Angeles but I haven't met one. I was sourrounded by the finest of them all. Angels with huge wings, flying above mediocracy, expectations of society and common lives of ordinary people. They allowed me to be one of them. And for that, I will never be the same again.
sreda, 1. julij 2009
torek, 30. junij 2009
sobota, 27. junij 2009
LA , Jimmy Scott and other Candies
So here we are ... LA, Los Angeles, City of Angels or whatever you wanna call it. I haven't seen the ocean yet, most of the time I am sitting in the studio or Im chasing Michael Jackson info all around Hollywood. All of it has it's charm. And all of it keeps me extremly busy. That's why you haven't seen much of me on here lately. I will post some pics in the near future, but it will be extremly difficult trying to catch all the moments we are experiencing here for the last few days. Words can never tell ...Bizarre ...
torek, 16. junij 2009
Korak k Sebi

ponedeljek, 15. junij 2009
Shia Goes Global
Too many things that make me shiver, too many emotions, too many laughs, too many smiles, too many plans, too much work, too many parties, too many hugs, too much running around, too many stars, heart that beats too fast, hug that lasts too long, love that carries too much rain and too much sunshine. torek, 26. maj 2009
Period.
It's high time I let everybody know, that in my car, I am the driver and I decide, who can take a ride with me ... Damn it! I was picking up wrong people for way too long. The ones that just needed a ride but were never ready to fill in some gas. Done with that! We reached the final station, please get out of my car. Thank you. Period.petek, 15. maj 2009
sobota, 9. maj 2009
Spomini

Ena pesem je dovolj. Da začutim tisti en dotik, ki v meni sproži en utrip srca, ki bije za eno noč. Da si zaželim enega poljuba, ki traja eno življenje.
petek, 8. maj 2009
Our story
Has no empty pages,
Emotions all over,
In all kinds of stages.
Love was my muse,
Since I learned how to spell it,
Heartbreaks my best friends,
As I sang the blues.
When I wasn't ready,
You entered my story,
You stole all the chapters,
Got lost in their glory.
The words were so loud,
As they screamed at me,
The messagge was clear,
We were ment to be.
Just after I found you
I lost you again,
Timing was wrong,
but the ending's not blue.
I'm holding the pen,
Thinking about you,
Rewriting the story
Changing the clue.
The words are so loud,
As they scream at me,
The messagge is clear,
We are ment to be…
This is my story, the message is clear, we will find eachother, happy ending is near …
ponedeljek, 4. maj 2009
Se lahko ...
... kar preselim v službo? Zakaj pa ne. Zadnje čase se tam tako ali tako bolje znajdem, kot v svojem osebnem življenju. Smešno. Vsem drugim, le meni ne. Nič novega. "Saj bo bolje" na meni ne deluje več. Žal. Sem prerasla banalnosti. Še en "pričakuješ preveč" me bo pahnil čez tanek rob, ki ločuje zdrav razum od simpatične norosti. Ne bom se opravičevala, ko se bom drla kot obsedena in sproti čez okno metala nepotrebne stvari. Izgovarjala se bom na gnil sistem. Kot vsi ostali. In končno bom povprečna. Looking forward to it...četrtek, 30. april 2009
Xara - 6. del

Na ramenu sem začutila hladno dlan, ob stene ušesa pa se mi je zaletaval glas, ki je kolikor sem lahko razbrala, zvenel precej obupano. Obrnila sem glavo stran od spominov, ki so me v tistem trenutku zaboleli v samem bistvu izgubljenega trenutka in se posvetila neznanki. V polomljeni angleščini mi je poizkušala pojasniti, da je izgubila otroka. Majhnega fantka, ki je komaj hodil brez njene pomoči in kdo ve kako, je uspel ubežati ostremu pogledu skrbne mame. Daleč ni mogel priti, mi je bilo takoj jasno. Pogledala sem naokoli in ugotovila, da obrazom, ki so strmeli v naju, ne bi moglo biti bolj vseeno za to, kaj se dogaja. Vedela sem, da sem edina, ki v tistem trenutku lahko pomaga obupani. Prijela sem jo za roko in skupaj sva tavali sva med neskončnimi vrstami polnih sedežev v čakalnici. Kot obsedena sem premikala velike kovčke turistov, v upanju, da se bo za njimi skrival prestrašen obrazek. Naenkrat ni šlo več le za izgubljenega fantka. Iskala sem vse, ki sem jih v življenju izgubila. Obrazi tistih, ki sem jih pogrešala, so se nizali pred mojimi očmi in ob vsakem se je v meni prebudil delček mozaika, ki je in bo pripadal le njim. Za trenutek se mi je zdelo skoraj smešno, kako živo sem se spominjala nekaterih, ki so sicer le redko obiskali moje misli. Njihove oči, ogledala njihove duše, so me v teh trenutkih mrzličnega iskanja izgubljenega otroka, prebadala do obisti. Kot bi mi očitali, da sem jih izpustila iz rok. Da sem jim dovolila, da so odšli iz mojega življenja. Da se nisem dovolj borila zanje. Težko bi rekla, da se motijo. Vedno sem iskala ljudi, ki so v moji očeh potrebovali mojo pomoč. Napajala sem se iz občutka, da me nekdo potrebuje. Da lahko nekomu spremenim življenje. Ga rešim pred samim sabo. Ko sem v resnici jaz potrebovala nekoga, da me reši.
sreda, 29. april 2009
Diham

sreda, 22. april 2009
Utop.i.ja.
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