After a long time, everything is fine. Accepting and reconciling with the fact that I am totally crazy calms me down. All is well. Crazy, from the huge amount of energy that wants to move me, to reach you, to realize that you are real, to realize that I am alive, to belong to you completely. In my mind I move towards you. I travel with my feet on the ground and my head among the stars. Without fear, without doubt, without hesitation, I am unstoppable. Dreams are beautiful but they are not enough for me. I want to realize them, to touch you and feel you, to make you proud, I want to confirm to you that I am worthy of you.
You wanted to listen to something by the fire in the fireplace. Here you are. Enjoy.
https://youtu.be/h_IpmXSblmI
Lyrics:
Feel the vibe,
Feel the terror,
Feel the pain,
It's driving me insane.
I can't fake,
For God's sake why am I driving in the wrong lane
Trouble is my middle name.
But in the end I'm not too bad
Can someone tell me if it's wrong to be so mad about you
Mad about you,
Mad
Are you the fishy wine that will give me a headache in the morning
Or just a dark blue land mine that explode without a decent warning.
Give me all your true hate and I'll translate it in our bed,
Into never seen passion, never seen passion
That is why I am so mad about you
Mad about you,
Mad
Trouble is your middle name.
But at the end you're not too bad
Can someone tell me if it's wrong to be so mad about you
Mad about you
Mad about you
Give me all your true hate and I'll translate it in our bed,
Into never seen passion, never seen passion
That is why I am so mad about you
Hvala @Yelenab za #asongforyou
I can miss a lot in life. On a daily basis, for example, I can skip a meal or an evening out. In emotions too. Like it or not, I choose. But I would really disappoint myself if I neglect #asongforyou by @Yelenab. A channel that serves as my last refuge in this twisted world that surrounds me. My safe house. Tonight, I would respect Saturday as a relaxing day for entertainment and fun, so I will set that kind of music accordingly. A couple of quick shots and there you are. In a trance, flying on the waves of the melody. Just like a roller coaster. Close your eyes if it's easier for you!
https://youtu.be/JuupcyohKRs
This is just for warming up, later complete madness follows.
I’d rather just write “Find the Difference,” because that would be enough. Unfortunately, something like that is not allowed, because I would risk qualifying the bot. And now I am forced to write you something. If possible, very smart. Something like, I’m writing about something, and I’m actually thinking of something else, and the point is completely unrelated to what I’m writing. The more I complicate it, the smarter it will look. And all this with deep messages of personal emotions that I want to impose on others in order to agree with me. Well, it won't work that way, my dears. I'm not one of them. Why would I make you think of something? Think for yourself. Tonight I just want to have a little laugh and nothing more. So let me go back to my profound “Find the Difference” message!
My dear @Yelenab, let's do an experiment. 🤗 The reason for that is my desire to see how much I know you. 🤔 I believe that no one has put you in this situation so far. But that's me, Ivan called Pedja. First, I apologize for my excessive directness in the continuation of the post, but without the desire to impose anything on you, without the desire to determine how you will listen to music, I will ask you something. When you listen to the song that I will publish here, of course for the pleasure of all users of the site, but mostly for you dear, I would like you to do something for me, my good friend. Close your eyes and imagine the airport and the crowds on it. That won't be a problem for you, will it? 🤔 You are sitting in a cafe, alone, the headphones are on your ears, and thousands and thousands of people are passing in front of and around you. You observe them with peripheral vision, because your gaze is calm and directed at one point. Let's say you look out the window at planes that will take the same thousands of people somewhere, directions unknown to you.
Now imagine that you stay in your real time and that the movement of these people is accelerated 20 times. Various faces, wardrobe colors, travel bags, couples with children, staff ... You just watch and enjoy that variety of thousands of different shades of colors, various destinies, joys, sorrows, happiness, misfortunes, love, meetings, partings, and for all that time this instrumental goes in the background.
Why was I so free to ask you something like this and give you a suggestion? Because the second I heard this thing, I had that picture in my head and I thought of you. That picture amazed me. I'm sure you would enjoy that imagination as much as I do, and I think that's the best and most beautiful way to enjoy this instrumental song. Do you agree or disagree with me? I would like to hear that in the answer.
https://youtu.be/d7aMOqUdesw
This is also a challenge for me because I have made such a claim to the unseen. Well, I really want to see if I know you well enough. Only please, be honest in your answer, whatever it is. I'm ready for it. 😎
Of course everyone else is welcome with comments. I was only in part, wanting to challenge myself in the form of confirming or denying my claim. In a short post. 🤭😂
As I promised. Here I am.
First, @Yelenab thanks for #asongforyou. You keep me alive. If I wanted to present my current feelings through music, this song would be that song. In the middle of the working week, despite the problems with the city administration, despite the low temperatures, 5c° in the city where I live, something broke in my head and made me follow this rhythm. To join me, what do you say?
https://youtu.be/mZBZNh_5_II
With this song, I would ask one bee to at least briefly interrupt all the obligations that bees have, more precisely 7:36 minutes, and if she wants, to dance. I know she likes to dance, but lately, opportunities haven't allowed her. This is for you, bee. Feel free to break some porcelain. He is irrelevant when you dance.
A random picture of my sneakers.
I’ve noticed that I’ve been spending a lot of time on social media lately. In addition to the pleasure of reviewing the announcements of dear people and chatting with them, I began to understand it as an obligation. It's like I have to publish something every day or read who wrote what. That encouraged me to take a break and rest. I wanted to reset myself and understand the real importance of the presence of the internet in my life, as well as the presence of my life in it. I allowed myself two days of rest, without the influence of the internet. I realized that it is so easy to slip into imaginary and idealistic (read unrealistic) views of the world and perceptions of real life, that it is frightening. Just intoxicating. I don’t want to be intoxicated by the internet and live a virtual life. I want to be with both feet on the ground, aware of all the happenings around me. How beautiful things are, like listening to wild birds in the morning while sitting under the porch, hanging out and walking with people I have known for a long time and I find less and less time for them, spent time with family. As well as all the problems of life, which we push under the rug, running away from them by spending the whole day online in a better and more beautiful imaginary world. How much time do you spend on social networks with your phone, laptop, computer? Do you have to be online for a couple of hours, all day, occasionally or daily? Do you live in reality or virtual reality?
As for me and what I have to, the photo says it all.
Edit: For all those for whom earnings are important, and they are here for the money, one little tip. Write only hymns about social platforms and how they mean to you more than anything. Don't write posts like this 😂. From fifteen hearts obtained tips zero. The only tips are via QR code from my brave friend. It is obvious to question the role of social networks and the amount of their impact on our real everyday life "BIG NO NO" 🤭😆😆
My music night at #asongforyou by @Yelenab can begin. Tonight I want to present you a song with a rhythm that captivates, carries, lifts. The vocals are also fantastic. I gave you everything, all the conditions to make you feel good. The point is to listen to music, not in my profound covers of various topics. Experience music in your own unique way. That's my whole message. Enjoy. OK, bye.
https://youtu.be/nrnk5llaL48
Dedicated to two wonderful friends with African roots. 😉
The photo is mine. The part of town where I live.
While flipping through the photos on my phone, in order to find a topic to post on, I came across this Photoshop and smiled sweetly. Putin in one photo, the Queen of England and the late Bora Drljaca (folk singer) in the other. This is a joke of my kids. Here's how.
During my work as a taxi driver, I experienced all kinds of situations. Every time I came home, the kids would listen intently to what I was doing that day and where I was going. In those days when absolutely nothing important happened and the days were monotonous and boring, I made up various adventures. Over time, I came up with all the crazier and crazier situations and events, I even started to mention various presidents, singers, pop personalities ... 🙄🤭 In the end, they realized that I was exaggerating and joking with them. When I came home one day, they waited for me and solemnly invited me to their room, to see something. Screaming with laughter, they asked me, "Did you drive these people today?" 😂😂😂 They photoshopped my otherwise original picture from a taxi car taken from a security camera, in the morning before the end of the night shift, I don't know the exact location. We joked and laughed for days, after that. The scoundrels reciprocated the joke in a polite way.🥰 Notice who they put as my companions. 😂😂😂
I completely missed the day. I usually post one post a day. One day, some mental entanglements, another day music on the #asongforyou by @Yelenab channel. And so alternately. Today, instead of music, I published a heartbreaking text 🤭about the lack of male emancipation. I have to correct that. I chose modern electronic music. The video is live. Thousands of people enjoy, play, smile, accept and provide positive vibes and love. Can you imagine yourself as one of them? Enjoy.
https://youtu.be/us6HYdU1He4
Lyrics:
Feels like I'm waiting
Like I'm watching
Watching you for love
Dreams, where I'm fading
Fading
So free my mind
All the talking
Wasting all your time
I'm giving all
That I've got
Feels like I'm dreaming
Like I'm walking
Walking by your side
Keeps on repeating
Repeating
So free my mind
All the talking
Wasting all your time
I'm giving all
That I've got
If you want me
If you need me
I'm yours
The photo is mine and symbolically represents "Diversity". White, yellow, black or red is still me. The differences are insignificant. We are all the same under the firmament. And so it should be.
Sadness, my brothers. Great sadness. How much longer? I'm asking you ?! How much longer is this oppression? That torture? That mental and physical terror? What can I write to you and then stay alive? Not to feel the wrath of Divine proportions !? How many heroes experienced Tantalus' torments because of some minor, unintentional, small mistake ?! Countless. The situation is getting worse every day, brothers. It's time to raise our faltering and muffled voice. Let's straighten our crooked spines from wiping and vacuuming, brothers. Let's raise our foreheads for a better tomorrow. Let's start it with a silent boycott. For starters, let's refuse to wash dishes without gloves. Let us be provided with basic working conditions. Let this be the beginning of a brighter future for men.
Ah those women, you can't with them, and you can't do without them!
I edited the photo because the original text was in Serbian.
A few days back I find walnuts, actually broken walnut shells, all over the house. 🤔 And that's not a problem. Gather up, clean up the mess and the thing is done. The problem is that I don't want to find them walking barefoot. 🤯 The culprit for my occasional howls, like a hysterical high school girl at a concert of her favorite band, has been found. Puffy. A dog that goes and brings nuts at the same time every day after lunch. To sweeten up a bit, I guess. This time I overtook her and prevented her from smuggling him into the house. The photo is a corpus delicti. The trial is ongoing.
A beautiful evening at the club where I often go. A top band on stage. An atmosphere charged with emotions that you can almost physically touch. I am in pleasant company and in rare moments of conversation I say the words quietly, not wanting to disturb the harmony that currently reigns around me with my voice. Words are not even necessary, a look is enough. I like to look into the eyes of my interlocutor, they speak to me more than words. The next song begins. Shhhhh. The conversation ends. Slowly the memories arrive. Ah, those memories. There are some that I don’t like and I hide from them. Unsuccessful. They are inevitable, like death. It is impossible to escape. I use them only as a counterweight to beautiful and pleasant memories, which in that way become even more valuable and desirable. I invoke such dear memories, I hug them, I keep them without letting them fly away. I let them take over my body, my spirit. And they lead me to familiar, old feelings that unfortunately will never happen again. Except in rare moments when, due to some crazy chemistry and energy, everything comes together in a beautiful harmony. The ingredient that is obligatory in that emotional formula, and which connects everything and puts it together nicely, is called BLUES.
https://youtu.be/bW36F05SWwM
"I can feel your body
When I'm lying in bed
There's too much confusion
Going around through my head
And it's making me so angry
To know that the flame still burns
Why can't I get over?
And when will I ever learn?
Old love, leave me alone
Old love, go on home
Just go home
I can see your face, yes
But I know that it ain't real
It's just an illusion
Caused by how I used to feel
And it's making me so angry
I know now that the flame will always burn
It will always burn
I can't get, gonna get over?
And when will I ever learn, ever learn?
Old love, old love
leave me alone
Old love, old love
Just go on home"
@Yelenab
#asongforyou
I would most modestly ask the highly esteemed and highly respected audience not to share my posts. There are several reasons for this. I will list only a few. First, whenever someone shares my post, the cash prizes automatically cease to be of normal value. That's not a terrible thing. I'm not here for the money anyway. Secondly, and much more importantly, I am afraid that the administrators will characterize me as a fraud. Well, that would already be a big problem, because I would be in a situation to be, too multiple a person. In addition to being manipulative, possessive, unreasonable, selfish, hyper egoistic, narcissistic, and most of all a fool, don't exaggerate and give me another characteristic. I'm not that capable. And I'm afraid I'll become conceited. So, don't share, please. Unless you hate me for some reason. Well then it's okay.
And one more tip, if you will. When you comment on someone's post, and you don't guess the topic of the post and your comment has absolutely no logic, so the owner of the post asks you for a better explanation, don't explain anything (I'm telling you from the experience I've had). It has happened to me twice already that when I ask the person who comments on my post, for an explanation of the comments, I am blocked. I guess that's the way it should be, and I'm wrong expecting a normal answer. Who else would write explanations? Boring and too cultural. Block and done. In this way, you will express yourself best and briefly say everything that is in your soul. Of course, this does not apply to people you want to give a second chance because you seem to have potential in poltronism. Simply threaten them with the words, "Don't annoy me, do you want me to share your post now?". I believe that the person you are threatening will get scared, correct himself and start to agree, without discussion, in everything with you. That way you will get a loyal follower, who will never oppose you or worse than that, think with his head. There, I said. If it wasn't sad, it would be funny, wouldn't it?
Given that more than 10,000 species of plants are used for health purposes today, my little herbal pharmacy seems ridiculous. So far, more than 4,000 plant species have been identified in Serbia, of which 420 species have medicinal properties. By the way, the science that studies the power of medicinal herbs is called pharmacognosy. The oldest records of the use of plants for medicinal purposes come from China and date back to 3000 BC. But enough with dry data.
I drink teas very gladly. Due to the removal of fatigue, hydration of the body, relief of smoking cough. I also use them as an antiseptic for infections. Raising immunity and protection against viral diseases, by using certain plants, also gives excellent results. I don't even have to write about colds and fever. I believe in the power of plants. Somehow we missed the moment, historically speaking, when the great medical conglomerates subtly and around, threw the power of plants into the shadows, and imposed their views and ideas on us. And all for the purpose of their earnings. We have become slaves to pharmacology. We have simply allowed ourselves to forget nature and its benefits.
Daily balance.
A couple of exchanged messages about astrophotography, annoyance due to inappropriate content of the message of no one else but noise cache, a nice photo of a cat, an attempt to help with a tea suggestion, slamming the front door son announces late or early 🤔 arrival from the city center, preparing dinner at exactly 03:00h, music has been with me all this time. The audio system is assembled in the home version 😂, it is important that it gives top sound quality. And he gives. Believe me. Random song selections on the computer. One stands out. Beautiful Norah Jones, enchants with her voice. I'm posting.
For who knows how many times, welcome dawn. Another sleepless night.
https://youtu.be/B7tyqniHYEs
Thanks @Yelenab for channel #songforyou
Photo titled : "Three little dogs, a cat and a horse".
If I don't go crazy, no one will. So where I am, there they are. From the whole house at their disposal, they always, but always cling to me. Come on, I can understand while I'm preparing food for them, they are spinning around me, climbing and acting as a Velcro tape. OK. But sweet brother. I go to the bathroom, when I go out they wait in front of the door, lined up like pharmacy bottles. When I get ready for bed, and lie down, there is a horde rushing towards me like crazy. Then I shouted, and they ran away, all over the house. Fijuuuu and in a second they are gone. Until I fall asleep. When I wake up, it’s like I have a fur coat, draped over me. I'm so hot because of them, I'm going to die. Let me ask you something. Does anyone want to adopt a horse from the picture? A little broken mentally, otherwise physically like new. I prepare food, wash, iron, vacuum. I do it voluntarily. And what do you say? I'll pay you extra if I have to.
They say that time heals everything. Either they are heartless or they are lying. If anything can kill me, it will be emotions. They are the only ones that can blow me to a thousand pieces, in a second. For something like that, the trigger can be a movie, a song, some part of a long-forgotten wardrobe, some scent memorized and engraved in my brain who knows when ... Then I am powerless. Although I am aware that what I am doing is in vain and will not change anything, some self-destruction appears from somewhere and instead of running away and saving my life, I embrace that feeling and do not let it go. Because, even though I know it's fatal for me, it's the only way to be with you again, at least for a moment. So wherever he takes me, I accept.
https://youtu.be/VMT50KhLlRw
"If only I could wake up
in the world of love
without old debts
and these freaks who kept following me
If only I could kiss you
no bad memories of a cold spring
without a picture of suffering
which just sticks to us
Because my life is a game without limits
tired story, tearing pages
on which nothing is written
Because my life is an eternal fall
when I add up the defeats nothing is left, I’m just still pulling habits
and all that remains
If only I could wake you up
make you coffee, bring it to bed
so kiss you
but it does not exist
If only I could fall in love
to a little peasant woman on some glade, up in space
so I don't see it down below
Because my life is a game without limits
tired story, tearing pages
on which nothing is written".
Dedicated
Sorry, for this moment of weakness. The song broke me. I'll make sure it doesn't happen again.
Thanks @Yelenab for the wonderful #asongforyou channel where I can make a fool of myself. 😂 An emotional fool, to be exact. 🤔
Last night, before going to bed, I was smoking my last cigarette, the cold was bothering me, I opened the door because of unwanted but necessary oxygen, when, suddenly, darkness came. Complete. Eee, I told myself, Pedja finally came to pay for a messy life and died. So I get confused, I look left, right, up, down, there are no tunnels. Just complete blackness. ???? As it is possible that he is not there, all the experiences of parting with the soul that I read about mention some tunnel and a white light at the end. Never mind, I'll wait for someone and ask for directions. Thoughts began to flow one after another. And when I already thought, fuck, I haven't repaid the loan to the end, I hear something rustling. My shaggy four-legged friends are heading towards me, probably expecting an explanation. I start to feel around me, when, I feel my table in the living room. Well, the power went out, I shouted out loud, and with that I drove Lola out of her mind, the dachshund, who had already taken the opportunity, jumped on me and stuck her tongue in my ear. I didn't die. Now, whether it’s good or not that I didn’t die, I don’t know. I will share my experiences with you when I go there. Nothing, what am I going to do, I light a lighter, find a candle, unscrew the lid from Cedevita "and there would be light". I put out my cigarette, close the door, add a blanket over a thin quilt and start lying down and what else but to leaf through Noise. I don't know when I fell asleep. I wake up, I have something to see. The candle burned, the lid melted, the canvas on the table burned !!!!! I could have been the main star of the barbecue without even knowing it. It is not clear to me how everything did not ignite and why it extinguished on its own. Here, I am drinking coffee now, looking at last night's events while I was sleeping and thinking about what would happen if it happened. I understand one thing! I would be very sorry to leave without telling you something. I wanted to convey to you the last thought before I fell asleep. Let me tell you how annoying I am. Well, you are not normal. Next to you, the fear of the unknown direction of the already mentioned tunnel stops. Wherever it leads, up or down, it doesn't matter. 🤗
I'm calm now. How do I know, maybe the power goes out again and I'm left unsaid. 😂😂😂
"If my life shortens my wings, and the snow in my eye starts to blow, I know at least I won't regret that I was able to laugh."
Miroslav Mika Antic
Encouraged by my behavior yesterday in a conversation with a person I have known for a short period of time, but she is very dear to me, I wondered to what extent do you relax when joking with someone? Although my interlocutor showed all her breadth of soul and great wit, she also never condemned me for my behavior, at one point I realized that I was exaggerating. In a second I felt ashamed. Later, fear came, due to the possibility that I did not insult my wonderful interlocutor by any chance. I simply could not explain my behavior to myself. Self-control. How much self-control is present in your conversation? Do you weigh your words first before you let them out of your head? In my opinion, it depends on what your intentions are, and how well you know your interlocutor.
Of course, the questions I asked only make sense if you are normal and well-mannered. A fool jokes, both when he should and when he shouldn't. The same goes for asking questions out of context. They are beyond any doubt, always happy and self-satisfied. Unfortunately for us, and fortunately for them, unaware of their stupidity. Maybe that's the secret of a happy life?
But that is another dimension of the story, which I would not go into. I'm not smart enough or I'm not a fool enough ??
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I realized a long time ago that when I am sad or the weather is gloomy and rainy, nothing lifts my mood better than the Brazilian rhythm. And so, in spite of the rain and cold weather, here is a nice music to enjoy together.
I will ask one of my Portuguese-speaking friends to help me with the translation. A disastrous translation comes out to me. The only thing I understand is the quarry. He doesn't sing while working in a quarry about love, does he? 😂😂 If it is not a problem, write to me in the comment in brief. It doesn't have to be the whole translation.
https://youtu.be/xhoyyi8OOR0
Thanks @Yelenab for the wonderful channel #asongforyou
Já é ...
Preciso cuidar de mim
pra gente é melhor assim
não quero saber de mim amanhã
é hoje ser bem feliz
E aí...
Eu quero sair aí
subir a pedreira
sem saber do amanhã
sem viver o passado
Hoje a alegria pula do meu lado
Hoje a alegria pula do meu lado
E me convida pra dançar e pra zuar geral
E aí...
Eu quero sair aí
subir a pedreira
sem saber do amanhã
sem viver o passado
Hoje a alegria pula do meu lado
Hoje a alegria pula do meu lado
E me convida pra dançar e pra zuar geral
Hoje estou de bem, vivo bem
Eu me sinto zen, sou do bem
Hoje estou de bem, vivo bem
Eu me sinto zen, sou do bem
Já é...
Eu quero me divertir
subir a ladeira
fazer amizades
sem lembrar do que a gente não foi
quero amar novament
I am sure that in a conversation with ten people, I would hear ten different notions of honor, honesty, morality. It will vary depending on the society, the level of development of that society, the social structure of that society, depending on the customs, upbringing or, better said, non-upbringing ... Let's be honest. All these things and norms are prone to adjustment, to one's own needs. They also change through the time periods in which we live. Seen through the prism of past generations, things are also understood differently. Are you aware that all these norms of behavior, morality, honesty, and others, that we have in ourselves, are brought when we compare ourselves with other human beings? Some are good, some are not, I am better than him or not. Morality, sincerity, honesty, sin, jealousy, envy, all this the human mind would rather practice and use, than to completely, sincerely surrender to life, and try to reach self-knowledge, and finding peace, with one's own self. Don't look at other people's lives, don't compare yourself with others, don't look at your life through the prism of other people's opinions. Simply, be life. I know some who have succeeded in that.
As a result of the third "booster" dose of the, against Covid vaccine, I got a fever, headache and pain in every bone in my body. This time I received Pfizer. The Chinese (Sinofarm first two doses) have been shown to be weak in making antibodies or have protection for a short period of time. Today is the fourth day after receiving the vaccine, and I feel a little better. In such life situations, I withdraw into myself. I become antisocial and lose the desire for any communication. I'm not talking about lethargy, I'm talking about the desire to invest all the energy I have in myself and by burdening the people around me less. I dedicate myself to my treatment. I approach physical treatment through good old tried and tested recipes, rest, teas, soups, broths. One way of mental healing is music. Sound vibrations. Old or new music albums, depending on the mood. This time I'm just going to write:
Miss Grace Jones. A cure for everything.
https://youtu.be/nIN3IE3DHqc
The photo is my view of the past few days.
When I have a little more free time, I like to read a book. A new edition on someone's recommendation, or an already read book that is etched in my memory, so deeply, that it changed and influenced my very life path, and helped me understand the true values of life. As a recommendation for reading, I would single out just such a book. "Wir Kinder vom Bahnhof Zoo" (We Children from Zoo Station), Christiane Vera Felscherinow, (May 20, 1962, Hamburg, West Germany - German composer, writer and musician). It is a true and difficult life story, about the use of opiates and underage prostitution, as a consequence of heroin addiction. By the way, the book also has a sequel, "My Second Life." The first book was also filmed. The music for the film was composed by David Bowie, who also plays himself, in the film.
To pique your curiosity, here are some facts from her life.
In 1979, the book "We Children from the Zoo Station" was published, and in 1981, a film followed. Kristijana Felsherinou was only sixteen at the time, and she had several heroin addictions and years of prostitution behind her. She shared her story with "Stern" journalists Kay Herman and Horst Riek.
She described her life from an early age - moving with her parents, alienation from society, the world of drugs and underage prostitution.
She tried several times to cure her addiction and sort out her life. She terminated her pregnancy twice, and then in 1996 she gave birth to a son, Filip. She also met his father at rehab. He left her, and in 2008, the social services took away her child. She could not come to terms with that, so she kidnapped him and fled with him to Amsterdam. The media reported that he did not take care of his son, that he drank and took heroin. She did not last long - she returned to Germany, handed over her son, and two years later her parental rights were taken away. Philip got guardians, but he continued to see his mother. She was infected with hepatitis C at a young age, which is slowly destroying her.
"I can die at any moment, but I don't regret anything in my life, because I don't think I missed anything. I'm fine. I wouldn't recommend anyone to go my way, but that's my life," Kristijana said in an interview. before retreating into solitude again.
I would not like to reveal too much about everything, I hope I have intrigued you enough. Anyway, you can find a lot on the net. I would love to hear your opinion on a book or movie. As for Christiana F. herself, her life struggle is still going on.
Summing up the day: Late waking up with a headache, spilled coffee, new bills in the mailbox, rain on freshly washed and hung laundry, awkwardly and vaguely written message, a huge sense of guilt, care for a younger kid who doesn't answer. I think it's the right time to call for help, Uncle Chet. He understands me. And it helps. https://youtu.be/fVPB7aQHRUU
One little tip, for those who are new to Noise or those for whom earnings are important. If you chat with someone in the messages below previous posts, and thus come up with the idea to post, do not use similar expressions and text from messages, when posting something new, because #noisecash will recognize you as a bot and will not reward you with tips. Although the words written in the earlier comments are yours personally, according to him you will be a plagiarist, of Yourself. 😂😂😂
After a few days of getting nervous and solving problems that irritated me, I decided to get out of the house a bit. I used nature as a medicine. This time I visited, unexplored, urban areas. I stopped at the church of St. Nikola in Gornji Dusnik. Peace, quiet, and relaxation. Unfortunately, the church was not open, to convey to you the impressions of the interior with photographs, but the church porta served well as a place for rest and meditation. (porta - means the area around the Orthodox church or churchyard.) The large walnut served as protection from the strong sun. And finally? Have I succeeded in relieving nervousness? I did. I managed to bring myself into harmony, with the help of nature and nothing more.
Serbia, Nis. Pub "Nemir" ("Unrest"). Deep underground, basement, hard rock, food and drink. I cut cigarette smoke with a knife. Bulky and heavy wooden tables. Huge liter beer glasses. And all the guests drunk. Everyone except me. When I ordered the juice, the waiter scratched his head and laughed, thinking I was kidding. There was a moment of silence at the nearby tables. If one of them had made a rude joke, my reaction would surely have followed. Unpleasant moment. Risky. It doesn't matter. In front of me now is quince juice. I love that juice. Be your own, wherever you are. Whatever the price.
https://youtu.be/-fWw7FE9tTo
Edit: I added parts of the text, after the post was published, and I took photos before closing the pub, when it was empty. I didn't want to violate anyone's privacy.
So, dear Noisers, are we going to start this Friday cheerfully and with dancing? Warming up for the upcoming weekend? Then, I present to you, one rhythmic and above all positive vibration. It is not meant to burden you with messages or revelations of great life truths. It aims to relax you and make you move your esteemed bodies. Try it, sometimes dancing is the answer to everything.
https://youtu.be/PlS52t-gLc0
Don't mind, I will especially mention one bee that occasionally comes to my profile and dances. Well, bee, dance. This is for you.
This time, it is really necessary to have headphones or listen on home audio equipment, due to the specific recording of the song and the separation of the audio channel. The effect is the circulation of sound around you. Enjoy.
Thanks @yelenaB for the wonderful channel #asongforyou.
You probably know that actor Anthony Hopkins won an Oscar for his role in the movie "The Silence of the Lambs". If you didn't know, now you know. But did you know that he acted in the movie, only 16 minutes !! In this case, the quality of acting is recognized and rewarded. What does this mean and why did I write this? This means that it does not matter how often someone is present and represented, in order to achieve the desired effect. I would transfer it now, to the field of everyday life. No acting, of course. Sometimes a light touch, a shy smile, a spark in someone's eye, a short message of two words is enough for someone to whom it is addressed to shine because of those things. Of course, as with most things in life, a certain condition needs to be met in order to achieve something like that. That condition is, honesty. Nothing more.
I apologize for my poor English. It is not my mother tongue, so mistakes are possible. I will accept every well-intentioned critical word and advice.
After @sissim72 no one posted anything all day on channel. What a unique woman. After her, emptiness. 😛💛 Well, to be the bravest, what do you say? I present a beautiful song. I will not write anything, there are no messages, smart content, no mention of love, emotions, fears, hopes. There is only this song. That's enough. Let her take everyone on their own unique path. That's the beauty of music, isn't it? (A small suggestion, if you will. The song is very different at the beginning, from the rhythm that dominates at the end. You just have to listen to the whole thing with the same intensity of attention. You will be pleasantly surprised, I believe)
https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=o7ruhUh2TDM&feature=share
The photo is mine. My quince flower in the yard. The bee is not mine. I asked, she approved the photo.
#asongforyou by @yelenaB.
@Ivan018
