Sakupljač misli

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  2. Slanim znojem orošeni zidovi najveće sobe u kući…ko bi to mogao napisati osim onaj koji je prošao svu muku sazrijevanja ustremljen na lošost da je pobije onim što je urođeno homo sapiensu, da je pobijedi dokazujući sebi i samo sebi da svaka kap vrijedi i onda kada od nje ostane samo trag soli…

    Ova noć je dobila smisao zahvaljujući Sakupljaču misli.

    Hvala.

  3. Drago mi je Boemice.
    Laku noć, lijepi snovi 🙂

    Prepoznaješ, moja Lovice, baš tu “svu muku sazrijevanja ustremljenu na lošost da je pobije onim što je urođeno homo sapiensu”. Dobro. I uvijek dobro. I zauvijek dobro samo zbog dobroga.

    Hvala tebi 🙂

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