Blue Rose

 Saving them here too Eternal mystery, version 1 Eternal mystery, version 2 Meeting my younger self (TikTok) Devojka sa dva lika Journey to nowhere Belong Grob  Eversleeping Xandria cover Sweet curse - Revamp cover

Back in 2012, somewhere at the beginning of the third year of high school, I wrote the song "Missed life". It seems that the song is much more true now than it seemed at the time. Even then, I felt that something did not go well, but now, at the age of twenty-five, that song has a much stronger meaning. Looks like ... I missed everything. I'm not talking here about the standard human comparison with others and the feeling that our life is not good enough in relation to other people, as is usually the case, but about overestimating our own capacities, by which I mean health. During my childhood, I didn't think too much about how not treating mild symptoms would affect the future, and the adults around me didn't take it seriously, it even turned out they considered me a liar on several occasions because I constantly said I was sick. I said I had a cold, and I really did. Maybe it instilled in me to some extent the need for someone to take me seriously, even if I had...

Davne 2012-te godine, negde na početku treće godine srednje škole, napisala sam pesmu "Missed life" (Promašeni život). Izgleda da je ta pesma sada ipak mnogo istinitija nego što je delovalo u tom trenutku. Osećala sam još i tad da nešto nije pošlo kako treba, ali sada sa dvadeset-pet godina ta pesma ima mnogo jače značenje. Izgleda... da sam pogrešila u svemu.  Ne govorim ovde o standardnom ljudskom upoređivanju sa drugima i osećanju kao da naš život nije dovoljno dobar u odnosu na druge ljude, kao što je to obično slučaj, već o precenjivanju sopstvenih kapaciteta, pri tom mislim na zdravlje. U toku detinjstva nisam previše razmišljala o tome kako će se nelečenje tada tek blagih simptoma odraziti na budućnost, a ni odrasle osobe oko mene nisu uzimale to za ozbiljno, čak je u nekoliko navrata ispalo i da sam lažov jer sam konstantno pričala da sam bolesna/prehlađena, a zaista i jesam bila. Možda mi je to do neke mere usadilo potrebu da me neko shvati za ozbiljno, makar i moral...

  Posting songs I am working on for years, praticed for more than 8 years and didn't want to let my voice get wasted. Music is the most personal way of expression for me, that's why it's so important to me and I would feel like a failure if I don't post at least Acapella versions of it. Started new article so I don't put everything into the first one, but out there are some nice songs too 😊 (it feels so weird when I have to speak good about me or my work. But yeah, there are some songs I freaking love). Soulless The Best Mystery of tears Sparkles of love Preachers Creatures of insanity Corpse Mark Ice Roots Misanthrope Forest Free my spirit Fight for peace Depressive birthday song Rant No control in mind Missed life Nature Melody Ice mirror Ocean Strah Zarobljenik na slobodi Pohlepa Flying kiss

  I'm not someone who likes to share her private life on social networks, partly because I'm not a socially active person and I don't leave the house often (and no, no matter what others tell me I wouldn't change that, activity of socialization drains a lot of energy even in small doses), and partly because my life is quite reduced to the inner world, which I prefer to eventually share in stories, indirectly. Certainly, since I am not (I hope not) selfish, then there must be social interactions in my life, and I try as hard as I can to show that friendly side, regardless of my introversion, although I am most sincerely annoyed by the situation of so-called "flirting" through messages, especially since I always emphasize that aspect of life does not interest me in real life. I consider superficial conversations a waste of time, but I guess society is used to that system where there are no discussions on a topic or conversations about deeper feelings, it seems t...

   Nisam neko ko voli da deli svoj privatni život na društvenim mrežama, delom zato što nisam socijalno aktivna osoba pa i ne izlazim često iz kuće (i ne, ma šta mi drugi pričali ne bih to menjala, aktivnost socijalizacije mi crpi puno energije čak i u malim dozama), a delom zbog toga što se moj život dosta svodi na unutrašnji svet, koji preferiram da eventualno podelim u pričama, indirektno. Svakako, pošto nisam (nadam se da nisam) egoista onda u mom životu ipak mora da bude socijalne interakcije, te se trudim koliko mogu da pokažem tu prijateljski nastrojenu stranu bez obzira na svoju introvertnost, mada me najiskrenije nervira situacija tzv. "muvanja" preko poruka, naročito jer uvek naglasim da me dotični aspekt života ne interesuje u stvarnom životu. Smatram površne konverzacije gubljenjem vremena, ali predpostavljam da je društvo naviknuto na taj sistem gde nema diskusija na neku temu ili razgovora o dubljim osećajima, izgleda da smo se svi otuđili jedni od drugih. Meni ...

  Zbirka još nekih mojih pesama, ima tu raznih stvari, od pesama koje sam pisala za priče do raznih tekstova koje nisam objavila u zbirci "Reči bez nota" (namerno ili slučajno preskočenih). Znajući ljude oko mene sveske će mi verovatno završiti bačene nakon smrti, te hoću da sačuvam što više dela mogu na internetu. Pojedine pesme imaju depresivne tekstove. Sva prava zadržana. -------------------------------- - SAKRIJ ME (2013, slučajno preskočena u zbirci "Reči bez nota") Planino, sakrij me, reči odoše, Kiša tragove ispira, ispira. Zvono sa crkve sada čuje se, Šumom čuje se, odzvanja, odzvanja. Planino, sakrij me, suze padoše, Tuga dušu razbija, razbija, Zvono jedno je sad što čuje se, Tamo čuje se, odzvanja, odzvanja. Planino, sakrij me, evo, krijem se, U planine idem ja, idem ja. Zvono zvoniće za sve narode, u planine odzvanja, odzvanja. Planino, sakrij me, mladi meseče Sakrij put gde idem idem ja, idem ja, Zvono zaplače, suze padoše, Kroz tišinu odzvanja, odzvan...