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Rođena u šumama drevnog kraljevstva, godine 1323. Živim svoja vremena, pišem i stvaram...ostavljam tragove...
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Salvador Dali...
Protivim se monotoniji, podržavam raznolikost,
protivim se ograničenju, podržavam divlju strast,
protivim se jednoobraznosti, podržavam hijerarhiju,
protivim se špinatu, podržavam puža sa njegovom kućicom.
U svakom ljudskom oku ima tuge, s kakvom događaje promatraju ranjave životinje iz kaveza; kretnje su ljudske hijenske i ranjave, jer je sve u rešetkama okovano i sve je u kavezu zaključano, a u kavezima je slikarstvo potpuno nepotrebno. Kako bi čovjek mogao da zaustavi ove ljudske bujice po ulicama i da im progovori o životu na slikarski način?
M. Krleža
Ljudi su tople, tvrdoglave, sebeljubive životinje! Ljudi uglavnom žive u vonju svog vlastitog isparavanja, i dok uživaju u svom vlastitom gnjiležu, sve, što je od bližnjega gnjilo, to im smrdi.
M. Krleža
Mama, mama, ali ja ne zelim vidjeti djeda!
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Ensiferum-Wanderer
In time bleeding wounds will heal
Unlike some which are too deep to see
Like scars in a nomads soul
Their mending is so slow
Not the shout of a hundred enemies
Can make him feel fear inside him
But when sun sets and the cold arrives
With crushing solitude in the darkness of night
He will ride across land and time
To find a way through this endless night
There's a storm in his heart and the fire burns his soul
But the wanderer's part is to ride alone
With bare hands he has taken many lives
He has had a hundred women by his side
From enchanted woods to the freezing north
He is known at every sea and far beyond
As the moon grows and the circle is complete
He lies down and waits for sleep
But there's always a scenery in his mind
Of all that beauty he once left behind
He will ride across land and time
To find a way through this endless night
There's a storm in his heart and the fire burns his soul
But the wanderer's part is to ride alone
Eluveitie-Inis Mona
Welcome to the land of questions
Welcome to the isle of lore
Where the veil came crumbling down
There it all began,
The germination
Unveiling a cryptic door
There it was revealed
Hopes and aspirations
Unclosing an enthralled door
Escalate the sense
Enhancing to join the dawn
I close my eyes, Inis Mona
And reminisce of those palmy days
I moon o'er you, Inis Mona
As long as I breathe
I'll call you my home
20 years I have walked your barrows
Years of emulous youth
I followed the path of the wise
There it all was sown
The inspiration
Removing the seven seals
There it was revealed
Enigma of freedom
Unclosing an unseen door