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New WordPress blog

Dear friends,
I have this blog for a long time and I published so many posts here that I can hardly remember what I have written and where to find it. That’s why decided to open a new WordPress blog where I intend to publish new and rewrite the old things. I also plan to publish more in my mother language.
If you like what I do from time to time, please check it up and click on the Follow button. I’m absolutely sure that you would make me very happy. Thanks in advance and thank for everythig so far.



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Barefoot in a cold sand expecting the answeres, but sky seems so empty tonight. Even the moonlinght, smudged over the silent sea and too worn out in poems, looks like some cheap costume jewelery . From the rocks, not too far, comes a whisper and the light of someone’s mobile phone. Faded colors of the past and the future. Reality and dreams, a watercolor of life. I try to recognize a place between here and there.

departing summer
smeared on a window glass
the last sunset

Linked to Carpe Diem #1231 Serenity (Mystical Threshold by intuitive artist Joan Fullerton)


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I should have stayed on the balcony a little longer. Yesterday was a pleasant night after the seven days of the real tropical heat that was hard to stand. But, I decided to go to bed instead and as it usually happens, after the second ‘breath in’ I fell asleep. Fortuntely, I typed a haiku on my cell phone before I drifted away. So much of the spiritual me…

shiny moon
in rainbow sombrero
meditation time


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It was very unusual dream, because by nature, I am not a person who yells and expresses my thoughts in affect. So, no wonder that everyone around me was surprised and looked at me completely confused. Yet, it was a great feeling. To bump all papers on a table and to shout out very loud: “Enough! I deserve better!” When you do it in your mind, you really get an incredible power!

ticking clock
a smell of storm
fulfills the air


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Why are you waking me up? It’s almost 40 already and I’m not going anywhere from here. You know that I talk nonsense before the first morning coffee! I really don’t care what’s happening in the Valley of Blackberries and I believe that none from there remembers my name.
I’ve already got used to this calm shade of pines and my swing tangled between the two trees. I can lay here all day and night, enjoying the sunrise, with the headphones on my ears and a pencil in my hand.
Don’t wake me up!

after the kingfisher
trembling circles 
all that remains

Linked to Carpe Diem #1219 Kingfisher (Kawasemi)


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Day One – wrinkled beddings and the scent of lavender that fullfils the air
Day Two – nothing but the fluffy dreams scattered on the pillow
Day Three – scarf of silence lightly spreads across the bare shoulders
Day Four – on the other side, new day is born
Day Five – whole world fits into the poem and a few tones
Day Six – nothingness and the empty hands extended to infinity

another sunset
singing about the distance
bird in a cage


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7th day in July always was one of the most important days in the year. Primarily because it was her birthday and she was one of the most loved persons in my life. If there was a luck, she would turn 93 today but she didn’t. Well, they say that we all choose a moment when our souls are ready to leave so I believe them. Still, I hope that she looks at me from above and protect me as she always did. We will meet one day again, won’t we?

white ships
float in the sky
which one is yours?


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Silence of the summer nights brings some strange calmness. I entertain the angels on my shoulder playing with the little bubbles of smoke. On a round table, a cup with the inscription “Coffee Time”. It’s too late, I know, but who cares about the unwritten rules?! Certainly not me! Going through my old poems I search for the words that would free out the sun trapped inside of me, but unsuccessfully. Never mind, sometimes it’s better to remain silent.

summer night
every word about you
gives you immortality


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Blinking up all the way from here to the Moon, pulled out of the memories, forgotten messages. Time may heal the wounds and diseases but not the broken dreams.

in a crack of the stone wall
a tiny plant

*Days In The Blackberries Field*


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So quickly we forget and get used to live without of each other, scattered all over the world. Yet, the same air we breathe and the same roots drag us back, from where we once started together.

Life connects us sometimes and then, as under a hypnosis, we spread our arms wide and call each other into a hug. We hold ourselves in a long and strong embrace and breathe deep, all of us at the same time. We breath in so deep that we could pull in all the seas and the oceans of this world into ourselves in only one breath.

And again, I find myself in those arms, in long forgotten songs, in the nights by the river without end, in those glasses of wine. I see myself shining in their eyes and I melt in that light. Oh, how good is a feeling of completeness!

dancing meadow
bathed in the sun
butterflies wings

Linked to Carpe Diem Theme Week “The Songs of Milarepa”(2) “flying clouds”


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