tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8525818482923698482012-02-04T18:24:20.692+01:00bimbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994388853626684181noreply@blogger.comBlogger551100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852581848292369848.post-90555903555984555212011-11-20T19:02:00.001+01:002011-11-20T19:03:26.042+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2ePfbN5LYsg/TslA1OSCV1I/AAAAAAAADLo/8zWyXJw7EJU/s1600/nautika.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2ePfbN5LYsg/TslA1OSCV1I/AAAAAAAADLo/8zWyXJw7EJU/s400/nautika.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852581848292369848-9055590355598455521?l=bimbi-photoatelier.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bimbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994388853626684181noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852581848292369848.post-78255681138154771992011-11-16T20:23:00.001+01:002011-12-17T19:29:41.049+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nlncjaCMGe0/TsQNnOFcAQI/AAAAAAAADLY/YmAxVcdIIPY/s1600/buili.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="284" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nlncjaCMGe0/TsQNnOFcAQI/AAAAAAAADLY/YmAxVcdIIPY/s320/buili.png" width="320" /></a></div>Zaista, postali smo čudovišta koja ne mogu jedan bez drugoga, niti jedan sa drugim =)))) Niti ovako, niti onako, ali zauvijek zajedno!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852581848292369848-7825568113815477199?l=bimbi-photoatelier.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bimbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994388853626684181noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852581848292369848.post-51538519602453810932011-10-04T17:47:00.017+02:002011-11-12T23:42:16.260+01:00<span style="color: #6600cc; font-size: 180%;">BIMPIČI</span><br />Kada bih ja bila baka kao svaka druga baka<br />Voljela bih te jednako kao i sada<br />Jer sve bake snažno vole<br />Ali ja, ljubavi mala, ne mogu biti obična baka<br />Jer moje vene imaju drugačije gene<br />Pa ja mogu živjeti u moru,<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pZNZqB2Kd2w/Tr715iBAd5I/AAAAAAAADLQ/E8r0SZ09bs0/s1600/bimpici.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="141" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pZNZqB2Kd2w/Tr715iBAd5I/AAAAAAAADLQ/E8r0SZ09bs0/s200/bimpici.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Plivati s morskim sirenama,<br />Jahati kitove snažne,<br />Roniti bisere žarke<br />I s vješticom morskom igrati karte.<br />Mogu letjeti na krilima zmaja<br />I putovati daleko od zemaljskog raja,<br />Mogu stvarati svjetove nove,<br />samo za nas dvoje.<br />I ti,<br />moj cvijete,<br />nisi obično dijete,<br />Jer tvoja mašta u nijedno pero ne stane,<br />Čarolije tvoje velike su kao more,<br />I ti možeš svašta<br />baš kao i ona<br />koju zovu „tvoja nona“<br />I zato nas dvoje<br />vežu čarobne spone<br />Mi smo vilenjaci, čudaci, super junaci,<br />Mi smo <span style="color: yellow;">BIMBI</span> i<span style="color: red;"> PINČI</span><br />Mi smo <span style="font-size: 180%;"><span style="color: #6600cc;">BIMPIČI!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: 180%;">MALI ČAROBNJAK</span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oIn3vqwVexo/Tos-M4FSa0I/AAAAAAAADI0/VlgGS-yuU8g/s1600/DSCF7344.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659685747655076674" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oIn3vqwVexo/Tos-M4FSa0I/AAAAAAAADI0/VlgGS-yuU8g/s400/DSCF7344.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 180px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 241px;" /></a><br />Ljubaču moj mali,<br />svojim osmijehom<br />spustio si sunce u moj zagrljaj,<br />toplinom me obasjao,<br />u oči sjaj mi umetnuo.<br />Svojim čarobnim pogledom<br />iscrtao si radost na licu mom.<br />Snovima svojim<br />kuće si moje obojio u <span style="color: red;">crveno</span>,<span style="color: #ffff33;"> žuto</span> i <span style="color: #3333ff;">plavo</span>.<br />Livade si moje zasadio cvijećem<br />i moje nebo prekrio dugom.<br />Ručicama nestašnim<br />moje more si razigrao,<br />moje ceste zavijugao.<br />Mirisom tvojim moji vrtovi dišu.<br />U sreći svepršljivoj ljubljivoj<br />za tebe ja smišljam bajke<br />u kojima naše moći su beskrajne jake.<br />Pa se ljuljamo na mjesecu mladom,<br />pa skačemo po oblacima mekim,<br />i roda nas u visinu nosi,<br />ispod plave zvijezde<br />gdje se rode bebonoše gnijezde.<br />I pingvin <a href="http://bimbi-mydream.blogspot.com/">Gvin-Gvin</a> zbog tebe će oživjeti,<br />i svemirac Toj-Toj poželjet će ti laku noć,<br />jer tvoj osmijeh oslobađa maštu,<br />jer tvoj osmijeh,<br />široki krezubi,<br />ključ je srca moga.<br />Ti si<br />moj čarobnjak mali,<br />A ja<br />zvijezda koja pored tebe sjaji.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cBhSa36lkcI/TqXLbtztOVI/AAAAAAAADI8/MoqorM3BOoI/s1600/bimbi.png"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667159383129012562" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cBhSa36lkcI/TqXLbtztOVI/AAAAAAAADI8/MoqorM3BOoI/s400/bimbi.png" style="cursor: pointer; height: 19px; width: 71px;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852581848292369848-5153851960245381093?l=bimbi-photoatelier.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bimbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994388853626684181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852581848292369848.post-2399542881579245942011-08-13T01:32:00.005+02:002011-12-17T19:26:14.986+01:00Moja dva bloga moje su dvije duše<br />I ako se nekome čini da sam zapostavila dušu<br />Ne! Nisam!<br />Samo sam dozvolila poeziji<br />da živim u njoj...<br />Samo sam dozvolila mašti<br />da postane stvarnost...<br />I zvijezde noćas padaju<br />Sve je baš<br />kao u bajci,<br />pa makar<br /> samo i na tren...<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><img border="0" height="25" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VZlBQlPRBiI/TqXNPyVRZ0I/AAAAAAAADJQ/hTtmAPqpu54/s200/bimbi.png" width="100" /></div><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852581848292369848-239954288157924594?l=bimbi-photoatelier.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bimbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994388853626684181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852581848292369848.post-62301275168004645042011-03-09T14:17:00.005+01:002011-03-12T18:13:10.823+01:00Dosta mi je svih ljudi odraslih<br />Dosta mi je i svih onih koji se prave odrasli<br />Dosta mi je pametnjakovića, žalopojkovića, hvalisavića, radio-Milena, pašteta i štafeta...<br />Dosta mi je dosta stvari,<br />pa se skrijem u svoj svijet mali<br />i odškrinem vrata<br />u slučaju da netko sa mnom sakriti se želi<br />u slučaju da isti problem sa mnom dijeli...<br />Al' svih muče neke veće stvari<br />moji problemi previše su mali,<br />pa ja sama u svom svijetu<br />stvaram priče šarene, lepršave, maštovite...<div>i sviđa mi se slovo Š<br /></div>pa še šmijem do šuza<br />i lijep mi je šišmiš što še zove Šur<br />pa mu dodam ime Šišur-Šur<br />i šmijem še šebi šašavoj<br />i volim šebe i švoj švijet<br />i šmijem še i šmiješ še i šve je išto ko i prije<br />i zamišljam da više ničega še nešjećam......<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Mantra dana: Ako šišmiš ne puši neću pušiti ni ja!</span><br /><br />Ako slučajno Vi s velikim problemima zalutate ovamo i pomislite da mi nisu baš svi na broju, vjerujte mi pogriješili ste,<div><a href="http://www.tiptopglobe.com/free-smiles-smileys-emoticons-blog-forum-email" title="More smileys to free download"><img src="http://www.tiptopglobe.com/skin/smile/s6884.gif" width="83" height="83" border="0" /></a></div> jer istina je da mi nišu baš švi na broju.......i šmijem še i šmiješ še......<br />a priča o šišmišu Šuru i njegovih 100 života uskoro slijedi <a href="http://bimbi-mydream.blogspot.com/">ovdije</a><a href="http://bimbi-mydream.blogspot.com/"><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852581848292369848-6230127516800464504?l=bimbi-photoatelier.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bimbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994388853626684181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852581848292369848.post-26148413847308470082011-01-03T21:36:00.007+01:002011-12-17T19:33:34.067+01:00<iframe frameborder="0" height="225" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/12155835" width="400"></iframe><br /><a href="http://vimeo.com/12155835"></a> <a href=""></a> <a href="http://vimeo.com/"></a>.<br /><br />Divno i tužno!!! Čudno kako se često spajaju ovi osjećaji!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852581848292369848-2614841384730847008?l=bimbi-photoatelier.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bimbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994388853626684181noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852581848292369848.post-39510315207083327372010-12-17T21:03:00.005+01:002010-12-28T21:33:30.285+01:00Skrivena<br />Ispod sklopljenih kapaka<br />Razlivena mrlja<br />Ostatak nečeg nerazgradivog<br />I dok slijepim pogledom je obavijam<br />Čujem zvuke zvončića<br />Ćutim mraz u prstima<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/TRpJQggQo4I/AAAAAAAADB4/EaHkoOQtlBE/s1600/niti.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/TRpJQggQo4I/AAAAAAAADB4/EaHkoOQtlBE/s400/niti.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555833638266905474" border="0" /></a><br />Al' daleko je Božić u mojim mislima<br />Pokidane niti mašte<br />Vijore nad mrljom<br />I podižu je svojim drhtavim, tananim nitima<br />Otvaram oči sklopljene<br />A bal zvončića se bliži<br />Prevrtljive mi misli u zvonjavu se pletu<br />I slutim<br />Slutim radost novu<br />U novom rođenju<br />U novoj nadi<br />U pokidanim nitima mašte<br />Što se oko razlivene mrlje vežu<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852581848292369848-3951031520708332737?l=bimbi-photoatelier.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bimbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994388853626684181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852581848292369848.post-12049421731947195352010-09-30T23:45:00.021+02:002011-08-16T21:38:57.408+02:00Kada ne znam šta da radim dizajniram torbe, čiji je logo "MAKE WITH HEART". <br />Izložene su na mojoj novoj stranici: <a href="http://bimbili.tk/">http://bimbili.tk/</a> i na<a href="http://www.facebook.com/unikatnetorbe"> faceu</a> <br />Svaki dojam i svaka vaša sugestija dobro je došla, kao i Vi, i zato molim vas komentirajte, smješite se i budite dobre volje. U ovom spotiću su samo neke od njih i malo mene skupa s njima =) <br /> <br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K4qik7j5V-s?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K4qik7j5V-s?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852581848292369848-1204942173194719535?l=bimbi-photoatelier.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bimbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994388853626684181noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852581848292369848.post-45414935625204164962010-08-06T22:20:00.013+02:002011-01-18T22:18:52.919+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/TFxu45XLK6I/AAAAAAAADAE/fXO3toI5fb0/s1600/t_30033.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 149px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/TFxu45XLK6I/AAAAAAAADAE/fXO3toI5fb0/s400/t_30033.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502394768489655202" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/TFxuy1F_-MI/AAAAAAAAC_8/ODqzbe2uP7M/s1600/t_216.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 153px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/TFxuy1F_-MI/AAAAAAAAC_8/ODqzbe2uP7M/s400/t_216.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502394664264661186" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/TFxutNvBm0I/AAAAAAAAC_0/NudKEF9fVMw/s1600/m_40411.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/TFxutNvBm0I/AAAAAAAAC_0/NudKEF9fVMw/s400/m_40411.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502394567799970626" border="0" /></a><br />Povodom 100 godišnjice smrti mog dragog pjesnika i pisca, sugrađana, Janka Polić Kamova<br />(Rijeka, 17. studenog 1886. - Barcelona, 8. kolovoza 1910.)<br /><br />POST SCRIPTUM<br />Ne pjevah oči djevojke<br />kad mlad je momak sretne:<br />Ja nisam pjesnik ljubavi<br />ni mirisne ni cvjetne.<br />Ne pjevah prošlost naroda,<br />ni kraljeve ni bane:<br />Ja nisam pseto biblijsko,<br />što liže Jobu rane.<br />Ne pjevah sreću djetinju<br />i rasplođe filistra:<br />Ja nisam tamnjan presvijetlih<br />božanstva i ministra.<br />Ne pjevah suzu sućuti<br />rad pjanstva starog Noja:<br />Ja nisam truba tuposti<br />i kršćanskih heroja.<br />Ne pjevah sjetu skrofule<br />kroz poklon birokrata:<br />Ja nisam borac bijednika<br />sa okna prvog kata.<br />Naiđoh svagdje - ko na gad -<br />na lice časno glupo...<br />Kad glupost vrijeđa ljudski stid<br />i pljusko bih i lupo...<br />Kad tamo - rukom po staklu<br />svim svojim tresnuh bijesom:<br />Promaših!... Rukom curi krv<br />i staklo živim mesom...<br />I kletva grdna, prostačka<br />sve pjesme od tad piše:<br />Psovača tek sam pjesnik ja<br />i zasad - ništa više! Janko Polić Kamov<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">S poštovanjem, moj šapat crnom riječkom vitezu</span><br />Sto godina nakon smrti<br />Kakav-takav<br />On nestao nije<br />Vitez crne psovke<br />Iz najmračnije spilje gore<br />Zlobno nam se smije:<br />„Čovječanstvo, čovječanstvo<br />Još si gore nego prije!“<br /><br />Kad o tebi mislim<br />Kad o tebi pišem<br />Ja iz duše vrištim<br />Psujem<br />Molim...<br />Kakva- takva<br />Kažu luda<br />Šizofrenik<br />Kad o tebi pišem<br />Srcem dišem<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852581848292369848-4541493562520416496?l=bimbi-photoatelier.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bimbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994388853626684181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852581848292369848.post-55939439576380174332010-02-24T19:11:00.005+01:002010-02-24T21:44:32.543+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/S4WOvz6Ra9I/AAAAAAAAC3k/VdMcjRpgQ8U/s1600-h/raskr%C5%A1%C4%87e1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 162px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/S4WOvz6Ra9I/AAAAAAAAC3k/VdMcjRpgQ8U/s400/raskr%C5%A1%C4%87e1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441912676786727890" border="0" /></a>Bačena<br />Na raskršću<br />Pokidana lažima<br />U rukama držim<br />Ključ za izbor<br />Na raskršću<br />Okrećem se<br />Oko vlastite osi<br />Tražeći sjenu<br />Žutog leptira<br />Izgubljene snove<br />Na raskršću<br />Sunce je u zenitu<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852581848292369848-5593943957638017433?l=bimbi-photoatelier.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bimbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994388853626684181noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852581848292369848.post-52924915596639081332010-02-16T20:37:00.003+01:002010-04-14T16:43:59.272+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/S8XUovkye1I/AAAAAAAAC9M/mpoeowE-Oeg/s1600/tango+s+vragom.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/S8XUovkye1I/AAAAAAAAC9M/mpoeowE-Oeg/s400/tango+s+vragom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460003919687220050" border="0" /></a><br />U kišnom danu<br />Na prljavom pločniku<br />U smogu što mi se lijepi po licu<br />U dupljama prolaznika<br />Na otužnim jambo plakatima<br />Hvatam miris neproživljenog proljeća<br />I slutim novi početak<br />Na obzoru nepotonulih misli<br />Skupljam izgubljene mrvice nade<br />Koračam<br />Od jedne do druge postaje<br />Kroz prekrivene uši<br />Čujem zvona<br />I strijepim nad<br />nepoznatim proljećem<br />Ali znam<br />DA SVIJET POSTOJI ZBOG MENE<br />I tjeram vraga na pojilo<br />U ritmu mojih misli<br />Nek pleše svoj posljdnji tango<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852581848292369848-5292491559663908133?l=bimbi-photoatelier.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bimbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994388853626684181noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852581848292369848.post-39909173179616078042010-01-13T16:51:00.012+01:002010-05-08T21:28:25.035+02:00U meni ima mnogo više života<br />od ovog kojeg živim...<br />U meni ima mnogo više poezije<br />od ove koju nudim...<br />U meni ima mnogo više mene<br />od mene koja sam tu...<br />I zato ponekad<br />Ja koja sam tu,<br />okamenjena<br />ispod tuđe lavine<br />frustracija,<br />Povlačim se u sebe<br />i sebično grijem<br />nad vlastitim vulkanom<br />mene skrivene...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852581848292369848-3990917317961607804?l=bimbi-photoatelier.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bimbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994388853626684181noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852581848292369848.post-137602585376500992009-12-22T21:05:00.003+01:002010-04-14T16:40:26.036+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/S8XTmnz5DbI/AAAAAAAAC9E/OfyyrkQXDTE/s1600/samo%C4%87a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 312px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/S8XTmnz5DbI/AAAAAAAAC9E/OfyyrkQXDTE/s400/samo%C4%87a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460002783731715506" border="0" /></a><br />Ko okrhnuto staklo<br />Samoća mi jutros<br />Razrezala bolne grudi<br />Crvenim<br />imenom svojim<br />Pa iz uzdaha teškog<br />U buri se skrila<br />Obavijena njenim fijukom uvrnutim<br />Bez glave i repa<br />Ruši ,nosi u vrtlog baca<br />Hladnim prstima svojim<br />Žile ledi<br />U kosti ledena ulazi<br />Čujem je gdje fijuče nečijom tuđom obalom<br />Strašni fijuk nadlijeće nepoznatim krovovima<br />U bijesnoj buri bjesna samoća<br />Razara sve pred sobom<br />U stranom svijetu traži poznato lice<br />Ne zna da tu nikog prepoznati neće<br />I dok mi uši ko britvom oštri fijuk reže<br />Stišćem grudi razrezane<br />crvenim imenom njenim<br />I čekam je da se vrati<br />Da zajedno stisnemo zube<br />I guramo nečije tuđe vrijeme što nas veže<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852581848292369848-13760258537650099?l=bimbi-photoatelier.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bimbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994388853626684181noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852581848292369848.post-2487247903705341752009-12-01T20:14:00.025+01:002009-12-14T22:29:54.722+01:00Prvi dan prosinca<br />Fuj! Baš je pasije vrijeme<br />Ja, pas, mrzim prosinac<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/Sx5cD0f2KDI/AAAAAAAACPk/CipebfnQlpo/s1600-h/lolica.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 202px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/Sx5cD0f2KDI/AAAAAAAACPk/CipebfnQlpo/s400/lolica.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412865022847494194" border="0" /></a><br />Mrzim pasje vrijeme<br />Mrzim izlazak u prazan park<br />Isprane mirise i mokre šape<br />Ako još bude padala kiša<br />Tako mi miša<br />Izgrist ću ovu kabanicu<br />Pa makar umrla od išijasa<br />Fuj! Baš mrzim prosinac<br />Toliko strke i halabuke<br />Stave me na pseće muke<br />Muči me Sv.Nikola koji me budi iz sna<br />Straši me Djed Mraz kad na krovu napravi PRAS<br />A omiljeni kutak moj zauzeo okićeni bor<br />Od titraja lampica boli me pseća glavica<br />U noći kad ispraćaj Stare mine<br />Kljukaju mi apaurine<br />Pa ovaj, pa onaj...muče me svi<br />U prosincu ja sam Luda Kuja<br />Bez volje da naokolo lunja<br />I onda naiđe neka budala<br />Pa se izdere na mene<br />Zbog pšenice ispod bora<br />Jer kažu "pojela ju Lola"<br />Mrzim ovo pasije vrijeme<br />Baca me u depru<br />Ko da sam jelovnik vepru<br />Da sam barem medvjedica, zmija il ježica<br />Spavala bih zimski san<br />I sanjala sunčan dan<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852581848292369848-248724790370534175?l=bimbi-photoatelier.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bimbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994388853626684181noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852581848292369848.post-10514755271520947562009-11-14T11:08:00.006+01:002009-12-04T12:12:57.103+01:00Ne osvrći se<br />Živi<br />Živi kao vjetar<br />Ne zastajkuj<br />Miluj svojim dodirom<br />Ruši svojom snagom<br />Nosi sve pred sobom<br />Samo živi<br />Živi<br />Zaprepasti<br />Zadivi<br />Zaustavi dah<br />Jer ti si jutro u praskozorje<br />Al' ne osvrći se<br />Jer svako jutro rađa novi dan<br />Živi<br />Jer tvoje je srce veće od patnje<br />I od ljubavi ono je veće<br />Živi<br />I ja ću uvijek živjeti s tobom<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852581848292369848-1051475527152094756?l=bimbi-photoatelier.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bimbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994388853626684181noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852581848292369848.post-32010187425579306342009-11-07T19:30:00.008+01:002010-07-06T10:40:01.686+02:00Zamišljam te na bezbroj načina<br />iako znam da je svaki pogrešan.<br />Svejedno, u nekom skrivenom kutu sebe<br />neobičnim čulom<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/Sv8l5wWiMaI/AAAAAAAACII/4Zqr-FCdXUk/s1600-h/imaginarann.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 370px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/Sv8l5wWiMaI/AAAAAAAACII/4Zqr-FCdXUk/s400/imaginarann.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404079752030073250" border="0" /></a><br />dotičem bujicu tvog života.<br />Osjećam kako je bezvoljno puštaš da otiče,<br />ili bahato njenu energiju pretvaraš u strasti.<br />Ponekad ju smiruješ,<br />jednostavno, kao kad vino iz bačve pretačeš u bocu.<br />Hvataš je golim rukama i pretvaraš u riječi<br />iza kojih se krije cinični podsmjeh, gorčina, skriveni humor...<br />U mojim mislima one su jedine opipljive.<br />Razgrćem ih tražeći najdraži dio,<br />i divlji čovjek iznenadi me...<br />Samo tako, slučajno...<br />Zaustavlja mi dah nježnošću.<br />Iza svake napisane riječi<br />ćutim snagu duha muškarca<br />u isti čas divljeg i pitomog,<br />Vrlo često ozbiljna lica,<br />I čujem zvuk aviona<br />nad tvojim širokim ramenima.<br />Vidim te samo u krajnostima<br />razbijenog osjećajima.<br />I nije važno ako umišljam.<br />To je samo moja ovisnost za veličanjem.<br />Ne plješćem ti....<br />Ne plačem, i ne smijem se..<br />U umišljenosti svojoj ja ti se duboko naklanjam.<br />Tebi bez boje očiju...<br />Tebi bez lica...<br />Bez imena i godina...<br />Imaginarnom tebi...<br />U ovisnosti svojoj poklanjam stihove<br />za rođendan bez datuma....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852581848292369848-3201018742557930634?l=bimbi-photoatelier.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bimbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994388853626684181noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852581848292369848.post-18456788558637209142009-10-29T15:36:00.032+01:002009-11-15T19:21:36.495+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/SwBGpAJodvI/AAAAAAAACLI/Xz3yN3jZOsI/s1600-h/CVIJET.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 255px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/SwBGpAJodvI/AAAAAAAACLI/Xz3yN3jZOsI/s400/CVIJET.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404397223073576690" border="0" /></a><br />Hodam kao u snu, meko i lagano...<br />Smiješim se kao u snu, nježno i radosno...<br />Gledam oko sebe, kao u snu veseli ljudi s lijepim licima...<br />Jesen je i sunce grije, kao u snu razigrano i toplo...<br />Crvenim prekrivačem noć prekriva dan, kao u snu...<br />I dok u zoru ranu sklapam oči od sna,<br />Strahujući da novi dan ne odnese dan kao iz sna<br />Tonem u san i sanjam isto...<br /><br />**************************************<br />Kad se svi osjećaji stope u jedan,<br />jer sve u meni je usklađeno...<br />Ne fali niti jedan komadić na putu od mozaika...<br />Kad mi se stvarnost čini lagana kao san...<br />Kad ne mogu opisati trenutak u kojem se nalazim,<br />jer trenutak opisuje mene...<br />Onda je to moj savršen trenutak ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852581848292369848-1845678855863720914?l=bimbi-photoatelier.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bimbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994388853626684181noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852581848292369848.post-75560093656437432342009-10-21T20:29:00.006+02:002009-11-09T21:28:43.384+01:00Klikni u lijevi kut okvira na kockicu i dobiti ćeš priču ispod svake slike :-)))<br /><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;hl=hr&amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fbimbi.flower%2Falbumid%2F5395005559064312529%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Dhr" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="400" height="200"></embed><br />MOJEM SUNAŠCU<br /><br />U ljubavi nježnoj<br />U ljubavi jakoj<br />U ljubavi jedinoj pravoj<br />Rodila si se ti<br />Najveće moje blago<br />Brzo su godine prošle<br />I evo te sada<br />U ljubavi nježnoj<br />U ljubavi jakoj<br />U ljubavi jedinoj pravoj<br />Iz tebe ona sjaji<br />U tebi ona živi<br />Ti si ljubav<br />Moje zlato<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852581848292369848-7556009365643743234?l=bimbi-photoatelier.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bimbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994388853626684181noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852581848292369848.post-39248165821082496032009-10-09T22:27:00.006+02:002009-11-15T15:33:16.151+01:00Toliko smo se zanosili ljubavlju, srećom, životom, svime...<br />A nismo znali da zanos privlači i one druge<br />koji nemaju vlastite zanose.<br />Mi smo do zadnje kapi ispijali naš,<br />dok su oni ispijali nas zanesene.<br />Nakon svega znam da je umor od zanesenosti<br />dug i težak.<br />Znam da je umor od svih onih koji nemaju vlastite zanose<br />duži i teži.<br />I znam da će teško shvatiti onaj koji nije živio zaneseno<br />da je samoća lijek za taj umor.<br /><br />Iako nisu bili zaneseni<br />gledajući nas istrošene,<br />gole,<br />iskrene,<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/SwAQzT8pKEI/AAAAAAAACIQ/Tyq4gjx3DF8/s1600-h/snovi.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 247px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/SwAQzT8pKEI/AAAAAAAACIQ/Tyq4gjx3DF8/s400/snovi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404338026558597186" border="0" /></a><br />bez zanosa,<br />zanjela ih naša bol,<br />naša tuga,<br />naša nemoć...<br />U svom sućutnom zanosu<br />posegnuli su za suzom našom,<br />samo da bi sigurni bili<br />da smo isti kao i oni.<br /><br />Kad su suzu dotakli,<br />prestrašena,<br />skliznula je na dno duše.<br />Borila se sama sobom<br />da se vrati u čahure svoje.<br />Još i danas krije se<br />od zanosa sućutna<br />koji suze mami,<br />pa ih smjelo krade<br />sve dok ne presuše.<br /><br />Nakon svega,<br />ostala je suza neprolivena.<br />Iza nje je zanos nepobjediv,<br />u njemu smo mi.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852581848292369848-3924816582108249603?l=bimbi-photoatelier.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bimbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994388853626684181noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852581848292369848.post-63374717461849559042009-10-07T20:56:00.010+02:002009-11-12T23:13:35.082+01:00Ispod oblaka sivih bezlično jutro,<br />sivilom svojim obavilo je<br />i nebo, i more, i planine.<br />I ja siva u njegovoj turobnosti stojim.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/SvyIbLKpDQI/AAAAAAAACHA/GekbZcLKznc/s1600-h/sivo+jutro.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/SvyIbLKpDQI/AAAAAAAACHA/GekbZcLKznc/s400/sivo+jutro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403343653373021442" border="0" /></a><br />Jutra su kao i ljudi;<br />često obasjaju svojom ljepotom<br />ili tajanstvena stoje u magli.<br />Ponekad zaviju sve u sivo<br />ili okićena injem prijeteći stoje.<br /><br />U ovom jutru,<br />na njegovim sivim obzorima<br />zaustavljaju mi se misli.<br />Na njegovim stajaćim vodama<br />razbacani mi plutaju osjećaji.<br />U njegovo močvarno tlo<br />upadaju mi koraci<br />a njegov živi pijesak<br />pretvorio se u živu čežnju.<br /><br />I dok se borim<br />da me ne proguta sasvim,<br />mrzim duge sate<br />koje donosi sivo jutro.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852581848292369848-6337471746184955904?l=bimbi-photoatelier.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bimbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994388853626684181noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852581848292369848.post-11189680835048674442009-09-28T21:31:00.009+02:002009-09-29T15:43:32.543+02:00<embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;hl=hr&amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fbimbi.flower%2Falbumid%2F5386872975360707121%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Dhr" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="288" height="192"></embed><br />Toliko strahopoštovanje<br />Kao da stojim pred samim Stvoriteljem<br />Pokorna i malena<br />Na izmaku snaga<br />Na vrhu planine<br />Rodila se nova snaga<br />Obuzela me cijelu<br />Lagana kao da lebdim<br />U nevjerojatno stvarnom svijetu<br />Ludilo adrenalina vrištalo je mojim tjelom<br />U vrtoglavici suze i smijeha<br />Nestala je sva tjeskoba<br />U divljenju bez glasa<br />Isplakanim očima bez suza<br />U snažnu zagrljaju bez dodira<br />Rodila se ljubav<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852581848292369848-1118968083504867444?l=bimbi-photoatelier.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bimbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994388853626684181noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852581848292369848.post-51230058911942029492009-09-22T15:58:00.012+02:002009-11-14T16:59:45.496+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/Sv7T6Z9mvRI/AAAAAAAACH4/oMLdtSM5KAw/s1600-h/kao+u+snu.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/Sv7T6Z9mvRI/AAAAAAAACH4/oMLdtSM5KAw/s400/kao+u+snu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403989603246325010" border="0" /></a><br />U svijetu skrivenih boja<br />Oči ognjem plamte<br />U svijetu zaključanih nota<br />Pjesme zarobljene u grlu leže<br />U svijetu prepunom puteva<br />Korak je teži od kamena<br />U svijetu izopačenih lica<br />Suze su privilegija<br /><br />Al ispod nevidljivog plašta<br />Koji ga ogrnuo<br />Od svijeta takvog<br />Sakrio se<br />Svijet naizgled isti<br /><br />Svijet duginim bojama obojen<br />Svijet u kojem oči su blage<br />Svijet u kojem note kolo plešu<br />I pjesme su slobodne ko ptice u letu<br />Svijet u kojem suze meke iz oka teku<br />I ljudi ruke si pružaju<br />Laganog koraka svijetom koračaju<br /><br />U svijetu skrivenih boja<br />Samo onaj tko najviše želi<br />Ispod nevidljivog plašta<br />Naći će Dugin svijet<br />I hodat će svijetom naizgled istim<br />I vraćati će se u svijet naizgled isti<br />Usnut će miran san<br />U izboru koji mu je dan<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852581848292369848-5123005891194202949?l=bimbi-photoatelier.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bimbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994388853626684181noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852581848292369848.post-44711945249755278892009-09-04T22:15:00.010+02:002009-09-13T11:42:55.250+02:00U šumici pokraj mora<br />S kestena starog<br />Popadali plodovi<br />Novi zreli divlji kesteni<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/Sqy-NRpWY1I/AAAAAAAAA48/m5ci3LNXyiw/s1600-h/jugoo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 279px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/Sqy-NRpWY1I/AAAAAAAAA48/m5ci3LNXyiw/s400/jugoo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380884790085313362" border="0" /></a><br />A more nemirno<br />U jugu što ga ljuti<br />Pjeni se<br />Obalu tuče<br />Ne da mi proći<br />Vidim ljeto skriveno u kutu plaže<br />Sramežljivo mi maše i maše<br />Dobro da sam došla<br />Jer ponekad ljeto<br />Bez pozdrava ode<br />A ja još danima<br />Obalom lutam<br />I tražim ga<br />I zovem<br />I uzalud<br />Čekam<br />Da se vrati<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852581848292369848-4471194524975527889?l=bimbi-photoatelier.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bimbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994388853626684181noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852581848292369848.post-87542264298533590002009-08-23T21:05:00.027+02:002009-11-14T11:04:14.638+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/Sv6AlI3ShOI/AAAAAAAACHg/cpBh-7_JEJk/s1600-h/prozor.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/Sv6AlI3ShOI/AAAAAAAACHg/cpBh-7_JEJk/s400/prozor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403897978414073058" border="0" /></a><br />kad se snovi rasplinu<br />pogledam u nebo<br />i pomislim<br />da sve dobro počiva tamo<br />onda ponovo<br />poželim dohvatiti<br />komadić dobrog<br />i snovi ponovno navru<br />dok opet ne naiđe<br />crni vlak<br />koji ih odnese...<br /><br />I onda kad se čini<br />da ih nema<br />iz inata<br />sanjam<br />još ljepše<br />još veće<br />još više moguće<br />snove<br /><br />i pjevam -<br />I wish that I could fly Into the sky<br />So very hight,Just like a dragonfly........I WANT TO GAT AWAY, I WANT TO FLY AWAY....jeee...jeee..<br /><object width="215" height="175"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EvuL5jyCHOw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EvuL5jyCHOw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="215" height="175"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852581848292369848-8754226429853359000?l=bimbi-photoatelier.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bimbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994388853626684181noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852581848292369848.post-66367444779791729742009-08-18T20:49:00.019+02:002009-08-19T23:27:30.920+02:00U danima jednako dobrim<br />i danima jednako lošim<br />guše me sokovi neispijena adrenalina.<br />Pa me tjera moćna želja<br />da zarobim vodilje svoje.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/SouvpvAr78I/AAAAAAAAA3E/W7XWT1u30Eg/s1600-h/zvjezdevodilje.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 321px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/SouvpvAr78I/AAAAAAAAA3E/W7XWT1u30Eg/s400/zvjezdevodilje.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371580112098291650" border="0" /></a><br />Da mjenjam dane bijele<br />u dane obojane,<br />da letim u visine,<br />da se strmoglavim u nizine...<br />U inatljivom strahu.<br />U beznađu svemira.<br />Oslobađam ih<br />jednu po jednu,<br />gubim ih<br />jednu po jednu,<br />pronalazim nanovo<br />jednu po jednu,<br />i puštam da me vode<br />još tople,<br />tek uhvaćene,<br />nepredviđene<br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HFe6oqtjD_8&amp;feature=related">zvjezde vodilje</a>...<br /><a href="http://http//www.youtube.com/watch?v=HFe6oqtjD_8&amp;feature=related"><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852581848292369848-6636744477979172974?l=bimbi-photoatelier.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bimbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994388853626684181noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852581848292369848.post-43446829029444978502009-08-17T16:09:00.012+02:002009-08-17T21:50:52.331+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/SomYJvvjD0I/AAAAAAAAA2s/V18c05WoMv4/s1600-h/gledam+te.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/SomYJvvjD0I/AAAAAAAAA2s/V18c05WoMv4/s400/gledam+te.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370991323818168130" border="0" /></a>U zdanju božanskom<br />Gledam te dok klečiš<br />U zadnjoj klupi s desne strane<br />Skrivaš se od pogleda<br />Poput djeteta<br />Skrušeno kao nekada<br />Potiskuješ divlju napast<br />Izgovarajući riječi dobro znane<br />A znaš da oprosta nema<br />Ni od Boga ni od Vraga<br />U žamoru stotina molitva<br />Iza oltara<br />Na zidnim freskama<br />Ikonama<br />U mirisu tamjana<br />SVUGDJE<br />Vidiš oči zelene<br />Njihove tajne skrivene<br />I ćutiš onaj dolce- amaro<br />Okus požude<br />I moliš Boga<br />Da te oslobodi<br />Te slatke<br />Grešne<br />Boli<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852581848292369848-4344682902944497850?l=bimbi-photoatelier.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bimbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994388853626684181noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852581848292369848.post-38593256963959197012009-08-15T08:33:00.022+02:002009-08-15T13:21:23.537+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/SoaNYlH8lnI/AAAAAAAAA2U/jY_gI61q3iU/s1600-h/Izme%C4%91u+sna+i+jave+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/SoaNYlH8lnI/AAAAAAAAA2U/jY_gI61q3iU/s200/Izme%C4%91u+sna+i+jave+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370135059107714674" border="0" /></a><br />Postoji mjesto<br />Samo kamen oštar<br />Bodljikavo divlje bilje<br />Napucale stijene što iz mora vire<br />Postoji mjesto<br />Gdje sunce iza kamena škilji<br />Po moru iskrice sjajne širi<br />I vidim sebe ko u bajci<br />Prekrivenu sjajem tim<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/SoZXrvxh-iI/AAAAAAAAA1s/HCUwIHsLDrU/s1600-h/izme%C4%91u.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/SoZXrvxh-iI/AAAAAAAAA1s/HCUwIHsLDrU/s200/izme%C4%91u.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370076014756100642" border="0" /></a><br />Čista i naga ko kapljica vala<br /><br />Postoji mjesto između<br />Mojih snova i moje jave<br />Koje mi uvjek snagu daje<br />Tu more tajne svoje priča<br />Tu stijene i nebo su jedno<br />Tu mirisom šmrike i kuša<br />Igra se moja duša<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/SoaM-mLJ4WI/AAAAAAAAA2M/01XO962zjfA/s1600-h/PIC_1376.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/SoaM-mLJ4WI/AAAAAAAAA2M/01XO962zjfA/s200/PIC_1376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370134612713005410" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Postoji mjesto<br />Između snova i jave<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852581848292369848-3859325696395919701?l=bimbi-photoatelier.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bimbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994388853626684181noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852581848292369848.post-68807221544346660012009-08-13T13:08:00.011+02:002009-08-21T07:09:24.778+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/So4r--d9zWI/AAAAAAAAA38/YDqLkQSenB8/s1600-h/grmi%C4%873.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/So4r--d9zWI/AAAAAAAAA38/YDqLkQSenB8/s400/grmi%C4%873.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372279766420147554" border="0" /></a><br />Nije se žalio na previše sunca a premalo kiše.<br />Nije se žalio na previše soli, na previše samoće i boli.<br />Nije se žalio na ništa.<br />Sva svoja čula usmjerio je u sebe,<br />i iz sebe izvukao najljepše.<br />On je, savršen grmić.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852581848292369848-6880722154434666001?l=bimbi-photoatelier.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bimbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994388853626684181noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852581848292369848.post-4669481176435694812009-08-08T11:10:00.014+02:002009-08-14T18:08:15.022+02:00Koliko god mi godila<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/SoWLN75oYrI/AAAAAAAAA08/rriGLsoDNIY/s1600-h/peraje.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/SoWLN75oYrI/AAAAAAAAA08/rriGLsoDNIY/s400/peraje.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369851202243158706" border="0" /></a><br />Koliko god ju željela<br />Koliko god je imala<br />Postaje teška<br />Kao i onda dok je nisam željela<br />Kao i onda dok je nisam imala<br />Kao i onda dok mi nije godila<br />Kad bi mogla<br />Uravnotežila bi ta dva stanja<br />Pa ne bi bila<br />Ni previše tuđa<br />Ni previše sama<br /><br /><br />Talog gorčine<br />Pa talog mučnine<br />Talože se<br />Talog za talogom<br />Zaustavljaju dah grcajući<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/SoWLAmGCmNI/AAAAAAAAA00/Q6LePQRVh9U/s1600-h/pogledraka.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 236px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/SoWLAmGCmNI/AAAAAAAAA00/Q6LePQRVh9U/s400/pogledraka.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369850973051328722" border="0" /></a><br />Brišu sjaj iz oka<br />Ulaze u okus<br />Grčeći želudac<br />Zaustavljaju korak<br />Samo osmijeh ne diraju<br />Iza njega se skrivaju<br />Ali ne znaju<br />Da zbog njih<br />Zapažam više<br />Da zbog njih<br />Osjećam više<br />Da zbog njih<br />Sebe izvlačim<br />Na površinu<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852581848292369848-466948117643569481?l=bimbi-photoatelier.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bimbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994388853626684181noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852581848292369848.post-22218866582553751312009-08-06T15:45:00.008+02:002009-08-09T19:46:39.788+02:00<embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;hl=hr&amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fbimbi.flower%2Falbumid%2F5366833283100739889%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Dhr" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="288" height="192"></embed><br /><br />Obgrlilo me svojom srebrnošću<br />Netaknuto i čisto<br />Smije mi se iz visina<br />Otkriva ljepotu svoju<br />U žarkom odbljesku<br />Bez težine<br />I bez uzvrata<br />Poklanja mi<br />Dušu plavetnu<br />Pružam mu ruke<br />Prepune srca<br />I sretna sam<br />Baš kao<br />I more<br />I sunce<br />I mjesec<br />I zvijezde<br />U njegovu<br />Zagrljaju<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852581848292369848-2221886658255375131?l=bimbi-photoatelier.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bimbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994388853626684181noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852581848292369848.post-69145619080616939602009-08-03T14:25:00.004+02:002009-08-04T15:20:52.382+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/SnbX_sW-vdI/AAAAAAAAAuY/G5qm6EigS3E/s1600-h/apsolutna.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/SnbX_sW-vdI/AAAAAAAAAuY/G5qm6EigS3E/s400/apsolutna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365713495297801682" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Volim sebe<br />I nije me briga kad kažeš<br />Da sam egoista<br />Kako bi voljela tebe<br />Kad ne bi voljela sebe<br />I nije me briga ako mi zavidiš<br />Jer ako zavidiš meni<br />Ti ne cijeniš sebe<br />I nije me briga<br />Ako me mrziš<br />Jer mrzeći mene<br />Ti mrziš sebe<br />Vjerujem sebi<br />Jer kako bi inače vjerovala tebi<br />Ne znam glumiti<br />S time sam rođena<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/SnbX4oJi_BI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/ZBiO1IWjrtU/s1600-h/emotivna.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 258px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/SnbX4oJi_BI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/ZBiO1IWjrtU/s400/emotivna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365713373908630546" border="0" /></a><br />Ne znam plakati<br />Suze u sebi nosim<br />Mogu ti dati više od tebe samog<br />Ali molim te nemoj to izigrati<br />Jer ćud nepredvidljiva<br />Krotitelja nema<br />Ako se to ikada promijeni<br />Ja više neću biti ja<br />Ja više neću biti LAVICA<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852581848292369848-6914561908061693960?l=bimbi-photoatelier.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bimbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994388853626684181noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852581848292369848.post-17912706692565721962009-07-29T21:16:00.008+02:002009-07-29T22:54:15.397+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/SnC2vT99b1I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yrP9TaQL190/s1600-h/tuga.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/SnC2vT99b1I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yrP9TaQL190/s400/tuga.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363988080128520018" border="0" /></a><br />Dozivam te iz svog ponora<br />Tražim samo rječ koja nudi povjerenje<br />Rječ na koju se mogu osloniti<br />Rječ koja će na trenutak zaustaviti pad<br />Iskrenu čistu rječ iz duše<br /><br />A ti skučen u sebi<br />Skrivaš se iza tuđih riječi<br />Usiljen smjeh koji mi šalješ oduzima mi nadu<br />I ne slutiš kako te riječi suvisle<br />Šire procjep mog ponora<br />A svaka laž za bolje sutra<br />Ubija u meni još jedan osjećaj<br /><br />Čujem samo jeku vlastitog vriska<br />Dok zabadam nokte u nevidljive oslonce<br />I molim samu sebe da izdrži još ovaj put<br />Dok sama ja tjeram očaj tražeći nit što nas veže<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852581848292369848-1791270669256572196?l=bimbi-photoatelier.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bimbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994388853626684181noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852581848292369848.post-29570032467347942322009-07-25T10:51:00.004+02:002009-07-25T16:37:17.554+02:00Ovo je jutro mirisalo na čokoladu.<br />Plahi dodir, pomicao je svjet.<br />Snena, kružila sam oko tvoje osi...<br />Ovo je jutro mirisalo na čokoladu.<br />Plahi dodir, izazivao je glad.<br />Gutala sam te pohlepno...<br />Ovo jutro još uvijek miriše na čokoladu.<br />Plahi dodir, gori u meni...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852581848292369848-2957003246734794232?l=bimbi-photoatelier.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bimbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994388853626684181noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852581848292369848.post-66267444415494658502009-07-23T13:10:00.010+02:002009-09-13T21:51:37.938+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/Sm9Sx4CqbcI/AAAAAAAAAto/MQGrw9ryuBU/s1600-h/meus+mundos1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/Sm9Sx4CqbcI/AAAAAAAAAto/MQGrw9ryuBU/s400/meus+mundos1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363596698032172482" border="0" /></a><br />Za napraviti vlastiti grb trebalo mi je mnogo truda. Na kraju sam se veselila.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/SmhFV-edFVI/AAAAAAAAAsw/rKaxHYEKc-E/s1600-h/meus+mundos.jpg"><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852581848292369848-6626744441549465850?l=bimbi-photoatelier.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bimbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994388853626684181noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852581848292369848.post-22052514754386292942009-07-17T11:01:00.005+02:002009-07-18T14:40:17.380+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/SmA-ZAfxDYI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/sC2eafkCwBg/s1600-h/Put+u+cistiliste.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/SmA-ZAfxDYI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/sC2eafkCwBg/s400/Put+u+cistiliste.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359352155921780098" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/SmA-ZmMxx_I/AAAAAAAAAsY/q9vfs4HP0V0/s1600-h/ulaz+u+cistiliste.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/SmA-ZmMxx_I/AAAAAAAAAsY/q9vfs4HP0V0/s400/ulaz+u+cistiliste.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359352166042683378" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/SmA-YvurspI/AAAAAAAAAsI/LLPkA5XZ_yg/s1600-h/u+cistilistu+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/SmA-YvurspI/AAAAAAAAAsI/LLPkA5XZ_yg/s400/u+cistilistu+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359352151420940946" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/SmA-YVvRWPI/AAAAAAAAAsA/S93-JqTYcD8/s1600-h/u+cistili%C5%A1tu+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/SmA-YVvRWPI/AAAAAAAAAsA/S93-JqTYcD8/s400/u+cistili%C5%A1tu+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359352144444086514" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/SmA-rzJUyOI/AAAAAAAAAsg/ctTblxfkfAA/s1600-h/pogled.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/SmA-rzJUyOI/AAAAAAAAAsg/ctTblxfkfAA/s400/pogled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359352478755506402" border="0" /></a><br />Bila sam tu, napisala ovu pjesmu i vratila se....<br /><br />Znam da ću ti jednom u Suncu doći<br />Najtoplijom njegovom zrakom tebe Najdraže moje grliti<br />Znam da ću se jednom u kišnim kapljicama skriti<br />Na prozoru tvome Najdraže moje čežnjom rominjati<br />Znam da će jednom nebo moj lik iscrtati<br />Oblaci će umjesto mene tebi Najdraže moje šaputati<br />Znam da će jednom more u krilu svom te njihati<br />Mekoćom svojom Najdraže moje na skute majčine te sjetiti<br />Znam da će jednom vjetar moj nemirni duh raznositi<br />U njegovu dodiru ti ćeš ga ćutiti<br />U tvojoj kosi što na vjetru leprša<br />Znati ćeš da uz tebe Najdraže moje zauvijek živi moja duša<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852581848292369848-2205251475438629294?l=bimbi-photoatelier.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bimbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994388853626684181noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852581848292369848.post-48390860790573602222009-07-15T14:45:00.009+02:002009-07-15T17:48:50.911+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/Sl35Au3pZ4I/AAAAAAAAAro/nTQeMmAt3Zg/s1600-h/Za+Adry.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/Sl35Au3pZ4I/AAAAAAAAAro/nTQeMmAt3Zg/s400/Za+Adry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358712922617505666" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Sve što bi ti najrađe poklonila<br />Draga djevojčice<br />Ti to oduvijek imaš<br />Ljepotu rijetkog cvjeta<br />Dušu duboku kao more<br />Razum bistar kao potok<br />Srce veliko ko nebo<br />Ruke stvaralačke<br />Smijeh razigrani<br />Godine najljepše<br />Sva ljepota ovog svijeta<br />U tebi je dijete drago<br />Da mogu poklonila bi ti mudrost<br />Da zauvijek sačuvaš<br />To bogatstvo koje nosiš<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852581848292369848-4839086079057360222?l=bimbi-photoatelier.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bimbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994388853626684181noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852581848292369848.post-15819458735696063182009-07-04T21:52:00.014+02:002009-07-16T09:53:33.654+02:00TIN UJEVIĆ<br />5. srpnja 1891-12. studenog 1955<br /><br />Čovijek koji živi u mojoj i vjerujem mnogim drugim dušama.<br />Čovijek koji živi u svim vremenima. Zauvijek.<br />Čovijek kojeg najbolje mogu opisati njegovi stihovi.<br />Sretna sam da mogu i ja na neki način obilježiti sjećanje na njega baš na obljetnicu njegova rođenja.<br />Pjesniče dragi ti živiš i kad pjesma umre, ti živiš i kad patnja mine. Tvoja duša je neslomljiva. Ja se grijem na tvome žaru i riječi tvoje usuđujem se izgovarati. Moja duša tvojoj duši vapi. U spokoju tame dajem ti sebe, pjesniče najdraži....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/Sk-zP88ilVI/AAAAAAAAAo8/2n5e3isKKDE/s1600-h/portret.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/Sk-zP88ilVI/AAAAAAAAAo8/2n5e3isKKDE/s400/portret.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354695568606270802" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/Sl7b8f1EnzI/AAAAAAAAArw/qUAIBn5WZ9c/s1600-h/%C5%BDene+medju+kraljicama.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 347px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/Sl7b8f1EnzI/AAAAAAAAArw/qUAIBn5WZ9c/s400/%C5%BDene+medju+kraljicama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358962439000203058" border="0" /></a><br />Radi čitkosti klikni na sliku<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852581848292369848-1581945873569606318?l=bimbi-photoatelier.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bimbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994388853626684181noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852581848292369848.post-31031325012358099822009-06-30T15:29:00.010+02:002009-07-02T21:50:11.824+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/SkoWDRdIvlI/AAAAAAAAAnE/thjK9_ogKn8/s1600-h/vrag5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/SkoWDRdIvlI/AAAAAAAAAnE/thjK9_ogKn8/s200/vrag5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353115352564285010" border="0" /></a><br />Kad bi vrag u tebi<br />Mom vragu<br />Ruke pružio<br />Ne bi se više na ništa tužio<br />Ali vrag u tebi vražjiji je od mog<br />Izludi me gore od svakog<br />I bijes u meni stvori<br />U zlo me pretvori<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/Sko29EBJrvI/AAAAAAAAAnM/6km8G3suYcQ/s1600-h/bero+vrag.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/Sko29EBJrvI/AAAAAAAAAnM/6km8G3suYcQ/s200/bero+vrag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353151529761746674" border="0" /></a><br />Pogledi moji ko munje vatru siju<br />A riječi ubojite krv liju<br />Reci svom vragu<br />Da mom vragu ruku pruži<br />Učini nam život duži<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852581848292369848-3103132501235809982?l=bimbi-photoatelier.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bimbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994388853626684181noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852581848292369848.post-27040321176966420442009-06-25T11:12:00.010+02:002011-08-27T22:14:22.364+02:00Kad sam te srela <br />Moj dragi... <br />Bila sam lutka <br />Prazna od lutanja <br />Prazna od traženja <br />Prazna od zaborava <br />Prazna od laži<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/SkUVpAOh0-I/AAAAAAAAAks/jN-mUGHH2NU/s1600-h/Poljubi+me.2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 292px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/SkUVpAOh0-I/AAAAAAAAAks/jN-mUGHH2NU/s400/Poljubi+me.2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351707526379459554" border="0" /></a> <br />Prazna od godina <br />Tek dvadeset <br />Izgubljena od praznine <br />Lutka koja ne pripada nigdje <br />Kad si mi pružio ruku <br />Zaustavio si moj korak u bezdan <br />Otvorio si zaključano srce <br />Pustio mojoj ljubavi da te uzme <br />Brisao si sve moje mane <br />Poklanjao mi dušu svoju <br />Moj dragi... <br />Umirivao moje strahove <br />I u snove mi vratio osmijeh <br />Dao si mi more nježnosti <br />I obalu sreće <br />Ženu što stihove ti piše <br />Stvorio si TI <br />Moj dragi...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852581848292369848-2704032117696642044?l=bimbi-photoatelier.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bimbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994388853626684181noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852581848292369848.post-74724408412225782632009-06-22T09:15:00.007+02:002009-07-02T21:49:16.435+02:00Prijateljice moja<br />Nestao je naš smijeh<br />Nestale su naše priče<br />Utihnulo je kucanje na vratima<br />Utihnuli su mnogi dani i mnoge noći<br />Između nevidljivih zidova što nas djele<br />U samo našoj tišini<br />U samo našoj praznini<br />Fališ mi u orošenom oku<br />U onom komadiću srca<br />Kutku za prijatelja<br />Prijateljice moja...<br />Moje čestitke ne možeš čuti<br />Ali ja ih godinama šaljem<br />Svaku svoju sreću djelim s tobom<br />A tugu<br />Tuge je previše<br />I bojim se nju djeliti s ikim<br />Znam da te imam zauvijek<br />I znam da sam te zauvijek izgubila<br />Najdraža moja prijateljice...<br />Koja godina danas kuca na tvoja vrata<br />Da li ona sa dva ista broja<br />Ja grlim te danas jače od svih<br />Ja ljubim te danas jače od svih<br />Želim ti pokloniti poklonjeno<br />Moje srce utjehe<br />Moju ljubav za tebe i tvoje najmilije<br />Najdraža moja prijateljice...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852581848292369848-7472440841222578263?l=bimbi-photoatelier.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bimbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994388853626684181noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852581848292369848.post-26828583362124936622009-06-20T21:48:00.003+02:002009-06-22T17:34:27.459+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/Sj0--oGsBpI/AAAAAAAAAjg/fGHws1U1FuU/s1600-h/Zena.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/Sj0--oGsBpI/AAAAAAAAAjg/fGHws1U1FuU/s400/Zena.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349501178024298130" border="0" /></a><br />Mogu sve pojednostaviti<br />Zemaljsku kuglu izravnati<br />Sunce dozvati<br />Mjesec dotaknuti<br />Ali mogu Bogami<br />Sve zakomplicirati<br />Polove zamjeniti<br />Strane svjeta pobrkati<br />Nevremena izazvati<br />Mogu biti sve one prekrasne božice<br />Opjevane u stihovima<br />Majke i žene<br />Heroine i kurve<br />Vladarice i vještice<br />Ako treba<br />Mogu sve<br />Ja sam žena<br />Podatna<br />Ali svemoćna<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852581848292369848-2682858336212493662?l=bimbi-photoatelier.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bimbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994388853626684181noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852581848292369848.post-29382069494899344362009-06-19T12:10:00.004+02:002009-06-19T14:03:19.621+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/Sjt-fGKWTXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/Vr_xjW6R0fI/s1600-h/executor+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/Sjt-fGKWTXI/AAAAAAAAAjY/Vr_xjW6R0fI/s200/executor+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349008055127657842" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Možda je netko volio kao ja<br />Možda je netko napisao iste stihove kao ja<br />Možda je doživljavao sebe kao ja<br />Možda je od života tražio isto što i ja<br />Možda je netko činio iste greške kao ja<br />Možda je netko imao istu sudbinu kao ja<br />Ali ja utjehu zbog toga nemogu naći<br />Možda je netko sam svoj krvnik kao ja<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852581848292369848-2938206949489934436?l=bimbi-photoatelier.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bimbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994388853626684181noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852581848292369848.post-75329600708739678552009-06-08T18:43:00.007+02:002009-06-08T18:59:26.443+02:00Izludit će me nesnosna<br />Neda mi mira<br />Nadvila se nad mene<img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 259px;" src="http://img91.imageshack.us/img91/8540/bijelaprozor.gif" alt="" border="0" /><br />I s podsmijehom me gleda<br />Ponekad previše sretna<br />Ponekad previše tužna<br />A ponekad nemirno mirna<br />Ili su svi protiv nje<br />Ili je ona protiv svih<br />Ili su svi uz nju<br />A ona iznad svih<br />Boga moli vraga služi<br />Ili vraga moli Boga služi<br />Ili je sama svoj Bog<br />Što god poželi to i umisli<br />Pa umišljena<br />Naglavačka<br />Naopačka<br />Iznenadi me u trenu<br />Nespremna ju hvatam<br />Tu moju<br />Bezglavu malenkost<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852581848292369848-7532960070873967855?l=bimbi-photoatelier.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bimbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994388853626684181noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852581848292369848.post-91907030083274402812009-06-05T21:04:00.012+02:002009-06-05T22:07:03.907+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/Sil6PL7O-uI/AAAAAAAAAjA/skYhibm8P3c/s1600-h/upitnik.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 338px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/Sil6PL7O-uI/AAAAAAAAAjA/skYhibm8P3c/s400/upitnik.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343936834169666274" border="0" /></a><br />U samotnim danima<br />U dugim satima<br />Bez ikoga svog<br />Osim u srcu<br />I mjeseca što ponekad dođe<br />Započinje samotnjačka igra<br />Savijam leđa u upitnik<br />A pitanja naviru<br />Iako ih nema<br />Odgovori stižu<br />Iz nekog skrivenog kuta opravdanja<br />Opravdanja koje nikada nije ni postojalo<br />U samotnoj igri<br />Skvrčena<br />Iako znam da ga nema<br />Tražim valjani odgovor<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852581848292369848-9190703008327440281?l=bimbi-photoatelier.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bimbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994388853626684181noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852581848292369848.post-60217854261467919752009-06-03T21:48:00.013+02:002009-06-04T19:22:15.518+02:00Mi se igramo skrivača<br />Ja se skrivam<br />A one me traže<img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 433px;" src="http://img192.imageshack.us/img192/9177/goooodine.gif" alt="" border="0" /><br />Ja sam jedna jedina<br />A njih svakim danom sve više<br />One su prava invazija<br />Teške kao sidro vezale su se za moju obalu<br />Njima nitko nikada nije pobjegao<br />Neki idu u korak s njima<br />Neki im prkose i ne žele da ih nose<br />A ja zazirem od njih<br />Iako ih želim još i još...čim više<br />Ne nosim se baš ruku pod ruku s njima<br />I uvijek mislim da mi lažu<br />Kad kažu koliko ih ima<br />Uzalud im tragove brišem<br />One svijetle<br />Svaka drukčije<br />Od najsvijetlije do tamnije<br />Sve zajedno čine dugu<br />U kojoj spavam i budim se<br />Po kojoj trčim i spotičem se<br />Dugu po kojoj slobodno letim<br />To je duga koju su mi poklonile<br />Ja jedna a njih svakim danom sve više<br />Moje godine<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852581848292369848-6021785426146791975?l=bimbi-photoatelier.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bimbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994388853626684181noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852581848292369848.post-24729590208059212932009-05-19T17:08:00.006+02:002009-05-20T12:41:35.647+02:00U vremenu nekom prošlom, našem, tvoje vrijeme se zaustavilo<br />Nisu krive godine koje su bile, ni smijeh, ni pjesma, ni tvoja popularnost<br />Nisam kriva ni ja<br />Ti si zaustavljao to vrijeme izgledom, pričom, pjesmom<br />Znao si da to nisu mogli učiniti ni faraoni koji su vjerovali u život vječni,<br />Ni najveći ratnici s Džingiskanom na čelu<br />Ni mislioci filozofi, ni Isus sam<br />Ti si zaustavljao vrijeme u sebi ali nisi mogao zaustaviti sebe u njemu<br />Dok lutaš svijetom i tražiš izgubljene ideale<br />Pogled ti postaje prazan a korak sve sporiji i teži<br />Tvoja jutarnja molitva uvijek je ista<br />Za tvoje stihove uvijek će se hvatati pokoji utopljenik vremena<br />Oni su zaista čisti ko suze dok klize niz obraze i zaustavljaju se na dnu srca<br />U tvojim bistrim suzama ja oplakujem samo tebe<br />Nikad te nisam mogla razumjeti<br />Ni tvoju želju da budeš nesretan<br />Mi smo barem imali vrijeme koje smo htjeli zaustaviti<br />Vrijeme koje smo posvojili i nazvali „naše“<br />I zato smo sretni.<br />Ali ne i ti ?<br />Ti bezuspješno skupljaš našu ostavštinu<br />Znaš i sam da ona nije opipljiva i da je nosimo u nama<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/ShLL02StSbI/AAAAAAAAAh4/2wNYX1dWcXs/s1600-h/peace.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/ShLL02StSbI/AAAAAAAAAh4/2wNYX1dWcXs/s400/peace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337552617175075250" border="0" /></a><br />U tvojim riječima čuje se bezvremenski japaj<br />Zbog želje da zaustaviš vrijeme ti si ga izgubio<br />I zato si nesretan<br />Izgubio si i sve ostalo vrijeme u kojem si ga tražio<br />I sada bacaš ranjenu dušu pred moje noge<br />Neću se sagnuti da je podignem, neću je ni zgaziti<br />Zaobići ću je<br />Ja nisam tvoj spas ni tvoje uništenje<br />Ja sam samo sjećanje na jedno vrijeme „naše vrijeme“<br />Sjećanje na jednu mladost, jednu slobodu<br />Sjećanje na jednu ljubav kojoj nema povratka<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852581848292369848-2472959020805921293?l=bimbi-photoatelier.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bimbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994388853626684181noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852581848292369848.post-60085648901595704232009-05-09T13:55:00.007+02:002009-05-09T19:16:19.548+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/SgW5V1-pYZI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/ZCxddP-eRpA/s1600-h/punck4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 489px; height: 448px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/SgW5V1-pYZI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/ZCxddP-eRpA/s400/punck4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333873118608449938" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/SgVvYDXvp_I/AAAAAAAAAeI/sQ9HXL_AklU/s1600-h/punck3.jpg"><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852581848292369848-6008564890159570423?l=bimbi-photoatelier.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bimbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994388853626684181noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852581848292369848.post-64681682855812770822009-05-05T15:22:00.007+02:002009-07-03T09:49:56.823+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/Sk232lwcg6I/AAAAAAAAAoE/ntjKazt59Pc/s1600-h/crvena+dupla+sjena.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 331px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/Sk232lwcg6I/AAAAAAAAAoE/ntjKazt59Pc/s400/crvena+dupla+sjena.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354137680489513890" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/SgA9nDuszPI/AAAAAAAAAdc/JoMd7AXXLEI/s1600-h/dupla+sjena.jpg"><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852581848292369848-6468168285581277082?l=bimbi-photoatelier.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bimbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994388853626684181noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852581848292369848.post-17961837678410807472009-05-04T17:22:00.002+02:002009-05-04T17:25:19.515+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/Sf8Iez_TGbI/AAAAAAAAAdU/FBmUkFpeoXw/s1600-h/pj+o+vrani.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 501px; height: 464px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/Sf8Iez_TGbI/AAAAAAAAAdU/FBmUkFpeoXw/s400/pj+o+vrani.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331989809274755506" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852581848292369848-1796183767841080747?l=bimbi-photoatelier.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bimbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994388853626684181noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852581848292369848.post-58003736828885469652009-05-03T11:05:00.003+02:002009-05-03T11:10:27.448+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/Sf1ecCpGCkI/AAAAAAAAAdM/6VXq4_i7wWE/s1600-h/bol+za+izgubljenim.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 525px; height: 445px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/Sf1ecCpGCkI/AAAAAAAAAdM/6VXq4_i7wWE/s400/bol+za+izgubljenim.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331521369715116610" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852581848292369848-5800373682888546965?l=bimbi-photoatelier.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bimbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994388853626684181noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852581848292369848.post-27982124770845433492009-05-01T22:44:00.002+02:002009-05-01T22:45:53.901+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/SftfWBATGmI/AAAAAAAAAc8/XsXzd75xUVk/s1600-h/pokloni+mi.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 504px; height: 504px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/SftfWBATGmI/AAAAAAAAAc8/XsXzd75xUVk/s400/pokloni+mi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330959415754562146" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852581848292369848-2798212477084543349?l=bimbi-photoatelier.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bimbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994388853626684181noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852581848292369848.post-36897936433253955672009-04-27T23:50:00.022+02:002009-06-07T09:23:39.448+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/SgBfMPYN_sI/AAAAAAAAAdk/mSTBJY0T3NQ/s1600-h/ples.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 442px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/SgBfMPYN_sI/AAAAAAAAAdk/mSTBJY0T3NQ/s400/ples.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332366622697848514" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/SfgldDkAC3I/AAAAAAAAAcU/haATSKY7PfI/s1600-h/Samo+rijeci.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 410px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/SfgldDkAC3I/AAAAAAAAAcU/haATSKY7PfI/s400/Samo+rijeci.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330051340095720306" border="0" /></a>Ako je nečitko klikni na sliku<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/SfdT7fIliqI/AAAAAAAAAcM/ie5oA8FP5ag/s1600-h/napisala+ja.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 509px; height: 350px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/SfdT7fIliqI/AAAAAAAAAcM/ie5oA8FP5ag/s400/napisala+ja.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329820965451172514" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/Sfc_4NNrSxI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Phfnq_7o_aw/s1600-h/odrezana.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/Sfc_4NNrSxI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Phfnq_7o_aw/s400/odrezana.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329798918868519698" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UJar6oved-A/SfYo2HiKM_I/AAAAAAAAAbk/P-sfpn7rhOE/s1600-h/moje+more.jpg"><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852581848292369848-3689793643325395567?l=bimbi-photoatelier.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bimbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994388853626684181noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852581848292369848.post-11867653567778447822009-04-02T18:02:00.007+02:002009-04-09T23:01:51.370+02:00<div><embed src="http://widget-46.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;il=1&amp;channel=3242591731721438790&amp;site=widget-46.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:400px" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed></div><br /><br />U zadnje vrijeme jako me veseli fotografirati i uredjivati fotke na neki moj način.<br />Toliko me to zaokuplja. Očima fotografa gledam u neki drugi svijet, koji mi je bio pred nosom, a opet nevidljiv.<br />U ovom spotiću sve je rečeno, a ja sam ga namjerno napravila starim filmom ne bi li zaustavila vrijeme.<br /> "Vrijeme sa svakim drugčije ide, s nekim u korak, s nekim u kasu, s nekim trči, a s nekima stoji"...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852581848292369848-1186765356777844782?l=bimbi-photoatelier.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bimbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994388853626684181noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852581848292369848.post-57232144962034158642009-03-31T18:45:00.005+02:002009-04-03T22:22:43.228+02:00zene sezdesetih<br /><div><embed src="http://widget-19.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;il=1&amp;channel=3242591731720677401&amp;site=widget-19.slide.com" style="width: 400px; height: 320px;" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852581848292369848-5723214496203415864?l=bimbi-photoatelier.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bimbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994388853626684181noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-852581848292369848.post-14196547464065200342009-03-27T20:39:00.019+01:002009-12-08T15:59:50.902+01:00<embed src="http://widget-35.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;il=1&amp;channel=3242591731720577077&amp;site=widget-35.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed><br />I am a woman<br />no matter what you say<br />I am beautiful<br />no matter what you say<br />I like my self<br />no matter what you say<br />I am smart<br />no matter what you say<br />I belive in my self<br />no matter what you say<br />I am so fuckin cute<br />no matter what you say<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/852581848292369848-1419654746406520034?l=bimbi-photoatelier.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>bimbihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994388853626684181noreply@blogger.com3