vasionka

vasionka

...loyal...liar, big time...brutal...again brutal...love all kids, especially those with autistic disorder...love music, that mathematics of all the worlds...again loooooooove music...read, read and read even more...love to write...loooove to write poems&songs...tales...more tales...manicure nails, no, no, never...love to seek, seek big time...explore...love God...again love God, that greatest freak of all the times... odd fellow...love major guy in the underworld...love equinox...indeed love equinox...mmmmmmm, love blood, that knowledge thing...don't know how to love...love myself mostly and ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...love freaks...again love freaks...all freaks...hate to share bed with anyone but one...love one grandmother and her son...her son...her dead son...love men...mmmmmmmm, love men with attitude...love men with attitude again...love gracefully women...mmmmmm, muses...adore troubadour...love night...again love night...love light...hate order...hate paper money...love symbols...adore symbols...love frustration...love hard lesson...tatoo...mmmmmmmm, haaaaaard lesson...

Intro

      Introspektivne riječi jednostavno ne izlaze. Vrlo, vrlo rijetko. Ili umišljam? A voljela bih pisati o sebi u sebi, onako baš, bez neke posebne fabule, drame, kitnjastih ukrasa. Jednostavno introspektivno. Osjetim ponekad potrebu, možda rjeđe nego drugi.., no,…

Crkva sv. Đorđa

      voda postade noć u čudu i haljina za sve moje poraze nauka daljina i ćutljivih pećina onomad kad vidjeh lance koji oslobađaju kao muzika što joj svijet nemam vremena vezati, razvezati… i stojim a haljina diže svoje…

Naša

          Ciniško sivo carstvo crvenu jezgru ima prepletenih ruku naših i srećnih, raskošnih deminutiva. Danas u krevetu naspram izmjerenih prošlosti i uramljenih njihovih sutra gdje za šarene cigane u njenoj i tvojoj kosi mjesta kao da nema.…

          My life had been meaningless until I've found my name! Until I've found the name, the name other people are calling, the name of me… The name of my vision The name of me My…

Grijeh kiša

        na mome se pločniku topla jezera poturaju pod tvoje korake a nad nebom uzdah vijeća da li da oblake grijeha kiša odriješi pišem ti žudnjom upletenom u prstenje i golubove iz zaključanih kuća šaljem duž Ruže…