When he woke up one Sunday morning, Paul felt like it had been raining for ages. The apples in his orchard were ripe for the picking, but he was quite anxious that this downpour was not allowing him to do... Continue Reading →
When he woke up one Sunday morning, Paul felt like it had been raining for ages. The apples in his orchard were ripe for the picking, but he was quite anxious that this downpour was not allowing him to do... Continue Reading →
Moje priče i zalutale misli (My Stories and Lingering Thoughts)
Dear diary...
Da mi je znati u koju tačku graniče svetlost i tama.
Impresije jedne pisaljke
ko u čuda veruje, taj čuda i stvara (VIVO de ARTISTO)
nešto o borbi u noći
Dizajniram reči.
Book|Blogger / Writer
Mesto na kome svaka misao ima svoj nadrealni smisao
KNJIŽEVNOST, FILOZOFIJA, FILM, KULTURA I UMETNOST
single dad
Pišem... Zašto? Odgovor je ispod...
Pišem ono što mi se mota po umu u trenutku kada naidje dama inspiracija
književnost i srodne teme
izobilje života
epska fantastika
Mesto ovo zgodno je poput žene koja ovde piše. Zajedničko im je i što imaju opterećujućeg sadržaja. [IS HS NI KA]
SEDMI OBLAK *priče*
žica na ptici
Поетски универзум: Александар Војиновић Најјачи
O poslu, pisanju i životu u doba interneta
A great WordPress.com site
Bilo kojeg dana
priče, poezija i razmišljanja
Moja vrata su uvek otvorena...
Blog će uvek biti važan!
The most difficult phase of life is not when no one understand you; It is when you don't understand yourself.
Jak si onoliko koliko znaš da barataš rečima.
Olja Ristić
Virtuelno delo jednog uma, duše i ruku.
Svet leptira, veštica i patetike...
A guest at the dinner with the Countess
Blog for my darling ;-)
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ovo su poruke u boci.. neke znaju adresu na koju putuju, a neke su tek tiho spuštene u vodu da ih struja nosi