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  • jure

    Kad si već spomenuo spomenik tiču a usput i navadu naše unutrašnjosti o spomeničkom vrtnom blagu, zaboravio si na našeg pokojnog Ivicu, Bog mu dušu prosti. Koliko se sječam, za njega je kružila fama da ima najviše spomenika, pa prisjeti se koji su to spomenici???

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    24.08.2008. (08:00)    -   -   -   -  

  • Majstorica s mora

    Spomenik kao da je baš tvom debelom vrapcu, tko zna gdje je sve lutao dok nije do tebe došao...
    I u pravu si, teško da bih mogla više živjeti na kontinentu, do prije dvadeset godina sam živjela u
    večem gradu od naše metropole, mislim da bih se tamo ugušila od depre, prometa, smoga i nedostatka vidika...
    Ujedno ti želim dobrodošlicu, nedostajao si...

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    24.08.2008. (09:14)    -   -   -   -  

  • sagittariusclassic

    ...opaaaa, bludni sin se vratio doma...:)))))))

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    24.08.2008. (09:50)    -   -   -   -  

  • ludlud

    @Sag: Svuda poći, kući doći, galebovi ili ne... šta sad? Nadam se da je i tvoje ljeto bilo produktivno.

    @Majstorica: Hvala na dobrodošlici!

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    24.08.2008. (22:40)    -   -   -   -  

  • Reader in winter

    Monument to the unknown birdie

    "No, really, I'll put up a monument to you! Not just to you, to all the birds!" I said one day to the Fat Sparrow. It was already being prepared. We were sitting on the balcony, me on my hard plastic chair, and the sparrow on the railing.

    Sparrow shrugged his shoulders.
    "Tweet?" He asked me whether I was aware what I was saying, whether I knew what birds do with monuments.

    I reddened a little uncomfortably. It was like asking to erect a public convenience to honour a national hero.
    "All the same, " I continued, "you deserve it! You can't expect me to ignore my human principles completely!"

    When I came back, and there were no sparrows nor any other birds, I remembered this chat of ours. I wanted to tell him about what I had seen in the world, and there was nothing anywhere in the uneasy calm over the sweltering city.

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    25.08.2008. (06:12)    -   -   -   -  

  • Reader in winter

    In Dalmatia it was the greatest delight, apart from the ever present blackbirds and swallows, to hear the gulls. Especially the young gulls, it was just the right time for them. A young gull has a bright, clean cry, and to our great joy and theirs, joyfully they fly. It was unusual to be woken by a cockerel, since as well as being at the sea, I was in a village at the same time, until it came to pass that the old gull Bego transported me to Split.

    Sometimes It really isn't clear to me how we continentals manage to push through the years without the gull talk of the nations above us. Many of us are just like the Elves: once we have heard them we cannot silence the call of the sea in our hearts. I wonder whether the earliest people felt strange when they journeyed somewhere beyond the call of the gulls. If they also felt it, I wonder if they knew whatever it was?

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    26.08.2008. (04:42)    -   -   -   -  

  • Reader in winter

    in Zagorje, maybe, where the waves of hills undulate, where instead of gulls many plaster and plastic swans decorate the flowerbeds and kitchen gardens, and where I spent the last ten days chopping cubic meters of wood for the winter, it is the kingdom of the swallows. Their new young ones gather as they learn to fly and train for their first big journey. To the south, of course, in a tryst with the gulls and the sea, and further and further yet with the cranes and flamingos and pelicans and other strange feathery nations.

    A little puzzled, I wait on the balcony, as much as Colonel Jara allows, for the Fat Sparrow to appear, or any of his kind. In the meantime Reader cheered me up. (She blushes.) She sent me a link to a nice blog where there is also a picture. Thank you, Redaer! (You are most welcome, my friend!)

    Hear, Sparrow, so you have your monument, even if it on the other side of the world!

    Kad sam vidjela spomenik u Singapori, smijela sam se.
    Stvarni si čuven, Vrabac!
    I pozdrav sve!

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    26.08.2008. (04:52)    -   -   -   -  

  • ludlud

    Reader je ispravio podatak: spomenik je u Singapuru, a autor je iz Medelina. Neka, živ on meni bio! :)))

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    26.08.2008. (11:27)    -   -   -   -  

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