Baptizing Spring

Jedan naizgled drugachiji put, a u koferu iste stvari, iste patike, ista marama, iste ulice.

Never stop runing.

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~ by Oloriel on March 20, 2013.

10 Responses to “Baptizing Spring”

  1. mozes ti to! malo cackanja i eto ti fine gajbice! u svemu ovom tuznom, ipak je lepo sto se masovno selimo..

  2. u zivotu sam se selila ako zanemarim odlazak i povratak iz Rusije jos cetiri puta, dve selidbe tamo i dve ovde, dosta od mene. Sa kesama i kutijama bolje vladam nego sa ovom tehnikom, tako da ostajem blizu ali ne bas ovde .

    • I ja sam se selila, zivela u koferu i kutijama,sada vec godinu dana tek dopola raspakovana, ne bi li opet sve brzinski spakovala i opet kroz vrata kada moram. Mislim da mi je tako bilo vazda, sva mesta koja sam na neki nachin nazivala domom su nestajala, zatvarala se,bivala srushena,pa tako i sad, te mi zato mislim sve i izgleda tako tuzno.

  3. Nek je slova u tastaturama, reči u prstima, slika u glavama. I nek je nas.

  4. Što se blogova tiče, seoba mi nije strana i iz iskustva mogu reći da ti neka mesta za koja misliš da ih nikada nećeš zavoleti, pruže ono što nisi ni tražila.
    Pa lepo će nam biti ovde.

  5. Meni omiljena “Never give up” sa slikom rode i zabe, roda guta zabu, zaba stisla rodu za vrat, pa ko duze izdrzi 🙂

  6. Voliš sitna slova, pa to ti je. Ima i nas matorijih ovde, jbt, teško mi je i sa đozlama da vidim bez naprezanja, a nemam neku dioptriju (+1).

  7. hallo guten abend aus belgien sie haben ein e sehr schoene seite interessante liebe gruesse von jasmin damaro

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