“All he needed was a wheel in his hand and four on the road.” ― Jack Kerouac
Category: Random thoughts
twenty one eleven
“Words do not express thoughts very well. They always become a little different immediately after they are expressed, a little distorted, a little foolish.” ― Hermann Hesse
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halloween
“You are willing to die, you coward, but not to live.” ― Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf A response to the WordPress Daily Prompt: Trick or Treat
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snežana
“I used to be Snow White, but I drifted.” ― Mae West http://www.snezana.rs/naslovna/
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collaboration
A new angle. A new view. Collaboration. Images captured by my friend, Dimitrije. With a little "tweaking" from me. Long live belgradestreets! Keep the torch burning long, bright and strong. Never say never.
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Врата и Кључ
A door. Where? Why? Inspired by a new translation of contemporary Serbian poetry "vrata i ključ" by Viktorija M.
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periskop
Tonight I saw the future. A good future for this city, this country, this people. Our world. A glimpse of what makes us human. A slice of life. A smell of hope. Young photographers gathered together to celebrate their art. Defy the past. Make a point. Live. Love. Periskop Kamerades Belgrade Raw
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all that jazz
"All hope abandon ye who enter here." These words could well be daubed in blood at the entrance to the BIGZ building on belgradestreets. Pass through the portal, ascend the graffiti strewn staircase. Music wafts through the air. Tourists do not come here. Yet. There is nowhere quite like this. And the reward at the … Continue reading all that jazz
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faces on blok 44
Faces tell all. Joy, pain, love, fear, sorrow, longing. These faces live below Blok 44 in Novi Beograd. Buses, trams, cars, trucks trundle by on the street above. Passengers oblivious of the faces, the lives, below? Looking for inspiration when preparing this post, I found these words which I'd like to share... "To think, for … Continue reading faces on blok 44
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stairway to heaven
She wondered what lay behind the locked door. Turning the key she opened the door. She walked on down the hall. Light shot through the darkness. She needed an answer. And that tune, those words, haunted her. "There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure 'Cause you know sometimes words have … Continue reading stairway to heaven
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