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Tenth of April 2023, around nine o'clock

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 (started 17.04.2023, finished 13.05) THEY WILL MAKE ME OUT OF MARBLE They will make me out of marble And I won't be alive They will make me out of marble Pouring tears over me. I will be made of marble But I will not hide my pride, Everyone wants marble Instead of a living body To embrace with a sunny glow. And every day  They will pass by me, Next to that sleeping  soulless rock, They will point the finger at me And they will wait to hear a voice, They will forget that the marble doesn't have one, It was as if I had fallen asleep. That's not a nap! I'm gone, I am now a marble rock Which is preparing for a lifeless journey. I will live if you get hugged by Marble with both its hands. 11.03.1980 at 9:40 p.m (Živorad Ristić, translated from Serbian, "Zbirka pesama 3")    I usually write stories and blog when certain emotions accumulate in me or I am obsessed with a specific topic related to society or my personal experience, many times I stopped myself from wri...

Deseti april 2023, oko devet sati

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  (započeto 17.04.2023, završeno 13.05) PRAVIĆE ME OD MERMERA Praviće me od mermera A neću živ biti Praviće me od mermera I za mnom suze liti. Biću od mermera Al' ponos svoj neću skriti, Svi će mermer Umesto živog tela Sa sunčanim odsjajem grliti. I svakog dana Prolaziće kraj mene, Pored te uspavane Bezdušne stene, Prstom pokazivaće na mene I čekaće da čuju glas, Zaboraviće da ga mermer nema, Kao da me uhvatila drema. To nije drema! Mene više nema, Ja sam sada mermerna stena Koja se na beživotni put sprema. Živeću ako zagrli te Mermer rukama obema. 11.03.80g 21:40h (Živorad Ristić, "Zbirka pesama 3")   Obično pišem priče i blog kada se u meni nakupe neke određene emocije ili me opseda neka specifična tema vezana za društvo ili za moje lično iskustvo, mnogo puta sam i zaustavljala sebe da pišem kako ne bih bila dosadna sa jednim te istim temama. Ovoga puta sam želela da napišem nešto, ali mi nije bilo do toga. Nije mi ni sad do pisanja, ali možda uspem nešto da napišem, iz...

Journey to nowhere - symphonic version (2015, remastered 2023)

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  Symphonic version of "Journey to nowhere" 🌊 Wanted to fix metal version from before, but ended up with this 🤔 All rights reserved  #classical #classicalmusic #operatic #sadsongs #depresinglyrics #water #symphonic #creatingmusicalone #music #singer #remastered

Devojka sa dva lika, nova verzija

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  (Slika: @Tearsoflynx DeviantArt) Sva prava zadržana Nova verzija sa nadograđenom melodijom i otpevana nekoliko tona više 🌺 Prošla verzija je pravljena u roku od nekoliko sati, te sam želela da je promenim 🤔 #pesma #popmuzika #hiphop #novaverzija #muzika #tekstopisac #pevanje #chill #pesma

What would happen if it happened

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    I find that thinking about a potential present that will never happen is extremely toxic - a person wastes time thinking about things they could or should have done, but for some reason didn't, and then become obsessed with how things could have been different now, leaving them to mourn a missed opportunity that in reality might not have taken them in the direction they envisioned. It reminds me of most of these folk songs that are played on the radio where the singer laments about "lost love", wishing they could turn back time and be with that same person again, who in real life might already have a family and a stable life, probably leaving that relationship somewhere in the past. I have no doubt that this often happens in real life too, people remember old relationships (or friendships or whatever else) and then realize that this person was good to them but they didn't notice it (or the circumstances were such that there was a breakup/loss of contact), then the...

Šta bi bilo kad bi bilo

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        Smatram da je razmišljanje o potencijalnoj sadašnjosti koja se nikad neće dogoditi izuzetno toksično - osoba gubi vreme razmišljajući o stvarima koje je mogla ili koje je trebalo uraditi, a iz nekog razloga nije, i onda je opsedaju misli o tome kako je sada moglo biti drugačije, ostavljajući je da žali za propuštenom šansom koja je u realnosti možda ne bi odvela u zamišljenom smeru. To me podseća na većinu ovih folk pesama koje se vrte na radiju gde pevač ili pevačica žale za "izgubljenom ljubavi", želeći da vrate vreme i opet budu sa tom istom osobom, koja bi u stvarnom životu možda već imala porodicu i stabilan život, verovatno ostavivši tu vezu negde u prošlosti. Ne sumnjam da se to često dešava i u stvarnom životu, ljudi se prisećaju starih veza (ili prijateljstva i slično) i onda shvate da im je ta neka osoba bila dobra ali to nisu primećivali (ili su okolnosti bile takve da je došlo do raskida/prekida kontakta), onda počnu da žale za njima ili, u još go...