#Zlata Ma

[gregor-samsung]

" Domenica 17 ottobre 1993

Cara Mimmy, ieri i nostri «amici su in collina» ci hanno rammentato che sono sempre là, e che possono uccidere, ferire, distruggerci… Ieri è stata davvero una giornata spaventosa. 590 bombe. Dalle 4,30 del mattino fino alla sera. Sei morti e cinquantasei feriti. Questo è il bilancio della giornata di ieri. Souk-bunar è stato il quartiere più preso di mira. Non abbiamo notizie della zia Melica. Dicono che metà delle case siano state sventrate. Siamo scesi in cantina. In quella fredda, buia, stupida cantina che odio con tutte le nostre speranze. Sembrava che non dovesse più accadere, che fosse la fine, che tutto sarebbe finito ben presto. CHE QUESTA STUPIDA GUERRA SAREBBE TERMINATA! Signore, perché rovinano tutto quello che abbiamo? A volte penso che sarebbe meglio se continuassero a bombardare; eviteremmo 'così di dover fare la terribile fatica di riabituarci. Si tira un attimo il fiato, e poi tutto RICOMINCIA. Sono convinta che non finirà mai. Alcuni non vogliono che finisca, gente malvagia che odia i bambini e la gente come noi. Continuo a pensare che siamo da soli in questo inferno, che nessuno pensa a noi, che nessuno ci sta dando una mano. Invece ci sono delle persone che pensano a noi e a cui noi stiamo a cuore. Ieri la troupe della televisione canadese è venuta insieme a Janine per vedere se eravamo riusciti a sopravvivere a quei folli bombardamenti. Un gesto gentile. Umano. E quando abbiamo visto che Janine era venuta con un sacco di provviste, siamo scoppiati a piangere. C'era anche Alexandra. Le persone umane si preoccupano di noi, pensano a noi, quelle disumane ci vogliono distruggere. Perché? Mi chiedo in continuazione: perché? Noi non abbiamo fatto niente. Siamo innocenti, ma impotenti! Zlata "

Zlata Filipović, Diario di Zlata. Una bambina racconta Sarajevo (traduzione di Raffaella Cardillo e Maria Teresa Cattaneo), Rizzoli, 1994¹; pp. 165-166.

[Edizione originale: Le journal de Zlata, Fixot et éditions Robert Laffont, S.A., Paris, 1993]

[natizkv]

From Her To Eternity 01 Avalanche/Lavína (Nick Cave)

Avalanche

I stepped into an avalanche It covered up my soul When I am not this hunchback that you see I sleep beneath the golden hill You, who wish to conquer pain You, must learn, learn to serve me well

You strike my side by accident As you go down to your goal This cripple here that you clothe and feed Is neither starved nor cold He does not ask for your company Not at the centre, the centre of the world

And I am on a pedestal You did not raise me there Your laws do not compel me now To kneel grotesque and bare I, myself, am the pedestal For this ugly hump at which you stare

You who wish to conquer pain You must learn what makes me kind The crumbs of love that you offer me Are the crumbs I’ve left behind Your pain is no credential here It’s just a shadow of my wound

I have begun to ask for you I, who have no greed I have begun to long for you I, who have no need You say you’ve gone away from me But I can feel you when you breathe

Do not dress in those rags for me I know you are not poor And do not love me quite so fiercely now When you know that you are not sure It is your turn, my beloved one It is your flesh that I wear

Lavína

Vstúpil som do lavíny Zakryla mi moju dušu  Keď ja nie som tento hrbáč, ktorého vidíš Čo spí pod horou zo zlata Ty, ktorá si želáš konečne dobiť bolesť Musíš sa naučiť, naučiť sa dobre mi poslúžiť

Náhodou si udrel moju stranu Ako si išiel dole do cieľa Tu tento kripeľ, ktorého kŕmiš a obliekaš/šatíš Nie je ani vyhladnutý ani chladný/uzimený/mu nie je zima Nepýta si Tvoju spoločnosť Nie v centre, centre sveta

Som na pedestáli No ty si ma tam nevyzdvihla Tvoje zákony ma už nepokúšajú/nenútia viac Kľačať groteskný a nahý Ja, sám, som pedestál/stupienok Tomuto škaredému hrbu, na ktorý čumíš

Chceš dobiť bolesť Musíš sa naučiť, čo ma robí milým/súcitným Omrvinky lásky, ktoré mi ponúkaš Sú omrvinkami, ktoré som nechal za sebou Tvoja bolesť tu nie je poverená byť Je len tieňom môjho zranenia/mojej rany

Začal som sa pýtať po tebe Ja, ktorý nemám chtíč/nie som chamtivý Začal som po tebe túžiť Ja, ktorý nemám potrebu/y Ty vravíš, že si odo mňa odišla ďaleko No ja predsa cítim na sebe tvoj dych /teba ako dýchaš

Pre mňa sa neobliekaj do tých handier Viem že nie si chudobná/máš dosť peňazí Nemiluj ma takto násilne/nasilu Keď vieš že si nie si istá Si na rade, moja milovaná Je to tvoje telo/mäso, ktoré mám na sebe/ktoré nosím/mám oblečené

[alloftimeandspacetosee]

What's In A Name

In which Arlette is still very pissed off and may take it out on the first person that tries her

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 Arlette shifted her bag onto her back as they entered the square, spotting the shopping centre. “There you go.”

 “You say that like you’re not coming in.” Aurora frowned, glancing at her.

 “Don’t feel like it.” Arlette shrugged. “I’ll wait outside, if that’s alright?”

 “Hm.” Soise stared at her, frowning.

 “I’m not going to blow anything up, Soise. Or reduce anything to rubble. I just – don’t feel like going shopping, ok?”

 “Raph, Rem, shut up!” Nyx frowned, lifting a hand in an attempt to silence the rats who were squeaking by her ear. “Arlette, are you sure? There’s supposed to be a really good plushie shop inside.”

 Warren shrugged. “It can get a little bit crowded. We’ll not hang around, if you’re staying outside. We’ll get what we want and leave.”

 “If you’re sure, Alrette, then we won’t take our time. Will you be alright on your own?” Zlata asked.

 “Yeah, I’ll be fine.” Arlette nodded, folding her arms. “Don’t cut your time short ‘cause of me, really.” She forced a smile. “If you can take too long, I can always speed up my section of it.”

 “Well… alright then. But have some company.” Nyx smiled, flipping open a pokéball to release Xinch. You and Aurora seem to have a way with him, anyway.”

 Xinch scuttled over to Arlette, prodding her legs gently with his mandibles.

 “We still shouldn’t keep you waiting,” Zlata said, glancing at Xinch. “Take care, Arlette.”

 Arlette watched them leave and turned away, sidling a way through the crowd to find somewhere to sit. Xenos whistled at her, leaning into her neck.

 “I don’t know, Xen.” She found a stone fountain and released Shyran and Sargeras to play in the water. “Just… legacy, that’s all.” She swung her bag down to rest at her feet, sitting down on the wide ledge when the dedication plaque rose to give her a backrest.

 Xinch clambered up beside her to sit down, settling to wash his fur. Xenos slipped down Arlette’s arm to sit on the plaque, watching the water types.

 “I think… we’ve been going about things the wrong way, Xen.”

 He whistles up at her, tilting his head.

 “I don’t know. I need to sort out a few things.” She rubs her face, closing her eyes.

 “What sort of things?”

 Arlette cracked open an eye to glance over the teenager standing before them. “Title things.”

 “Can’t have too many titles, you’re young.” He sat down, dipping a hand in the water. “Unless you were born into them.”

 “Well…” Arlette shrugged. “It’s more of a name.”

 Shyran bobbed up out of the fountain to squirt water at him.

 He spluttered, shaking droplets from his face. “What name?”

 “NightGale.” Arlette stroked Xinch.

 “Woah – dude, you’re the NightGale?” He leapt to his feet, grinning.

 “No, that’s my–”

 “Can we have a battle? I’ve always wanted to battle the NightGale.”

 “I told you, I’m not–”

 “You’re younger than I expected, I thought you’d beaten six leagues? Must’ve moved–”

 “I am not the NightGale!” Arlette yelled, glaring at him. “She’s my ma.”

 He quietened down, but only momentarily. “Still… you must be some battler, hey? What with being a NightGale and all.”

 Arlette sighed, rolling her eyes. “I’m not really a battler.”

 “Oh, come on! You have pokémon!” He gestured at Xenos, Shyran, and Xinch, missing out Sargeras, who was watching from the other side of the fountain.

 Xinch crackled at the stranger, snapping his mandibles.

 “Doesn’t mean I battle.” She placed a hand on the galvantula’s back.

 “But you’re a NightGale! Come on, you have to be a good battler.” He grinned, leaping away and holding out a pokéball. “Just two rounds… you’ll win anyway, NightGales always do.”

 Arlette gritted her teeth.  Xenos whistled at her, dropping down and teleporting to land on the ground in front of her. She watches him, frowning.

 “That’s the spirit!”

 “Two rounds, and then you’ll bugger off?”

 “Oh – sure, sure.” He grinned, releasing a snover. “Powder snow.”

 Snow swirled around the pokémon as he backed away, giving them more room.

 Arlette didn’t stand up, but watched carefully. “Double team.”

 Xenos nodded and tilted his head, seeming to shimmer and appear in a ring around the snover.

 “Icy wind.”

 The snow sharpened, screaming as it swirled around the snover, and caught every image of Xenos there was.

 “Lucky Chant.” Arlette watched, not taking her eyes off Xenos.

 As Xenos whistled, the snover stepped forward and tried to stop him, slamming a fist into his chest. Xenos was thrown backwards, crashing into the fountain’s foundation.

 “Are you going to fight at all?”

 “You think it would work any better?”

 Xenos pushed himself upright and whistled, glowing slightly. Then he ran back out, slamming himself into the snover’s side.

 “Wood hammer!”

 Xenos is slammed back once more. Arlette picked at a loose thread in the seam of her trousers. As Xenos landed, he caught himself before he could tumble, glowing still.

 “Heal pulse.”

 Xenos whistled and nodded.

 “Are you going to attack at all?”

 Arlette sighed and pulled a pouch from her bag. “Magical leaf.” Opening it, she scattered wooden leaves onto the ground.

 Xenos caught them and spun them forward, attacking the snover.

 “Really?” Her challenger laughed. “Come on, that’s not even effective! Wood hammer!”

 Xenos stumbled back as the snover loomed over him, a fist raised.

 “Double–”

 Arlette’s voice was lost in the rush of water that came hurtling over the rim behind Sargeras as the vaporeon slammed into the snover, snarling furiously. The snover slammed its fist into Sargeras instead, sending her crashing into the flagstone pavement. Xenos held out his palms, a weak psychic blast coming off them.

 “I thought you’d be trying harder than this, NightGale.”

 “I am not – the – NightGale!” Arlette yelled, jumping to her feet and disturbing Xinch. “Now shut the hell up, you damn water skunk!”

 Sargeras got to her feet shakily, blood staining her side. Xenos moved forward and spun, slamming himself once more into the snover’s side – beginning to glow again, but a different glow from previously.

 The snover grunted and slapped him away. Xenos shrieked and hit the fountain, collapsing at its bottom – and stopped glowing.

 Arlette dropped to her knees, picking him up. “Dammit, Xen… sorry.”

 “You’re making this easy, aren’t you?” He returned his snover, sending out a chingling. “C’mon, last round.”

 “Or maybe, you know, it’s because I’m no a battler?” Arlette didn’t turn to face him, but her voice was shaking.

 Sargeras limped forward as if to face the chingling, but Arlette held her back.

 “Na-uh, your vaporeon stepped in in the last round, it’s your other pokémon.”

 “I didn’t order her in,” Arlette replied, standing up and cradling Xenos. “So I’ll no agree t’that. Shy, you’re up.”

 The horse swam up in the fountain, moving to the edge.

 “Smoke screen.”

 Shy squeaked and ink plumed around him, hiding him from view. The chingling bobbed over to the fountain, peering to try and see him.

 “Confusion.”

 Shyran squealed in pain as the chingling rested on the parapet, glowing.

 “Water gun.” Arlette watched, ignoring the trainer behind her.

 “Oh, your pokémon do know attacking moves! I was beginning to wonder.”

 Water burst out of the cloud of ink, smacking the chingling square in the face. It shook itself off, producing a clear chime.

 “Astonish!”

 Shyran dived under the water as the chingling moved, avoiding the attack. He looked up at it, watching.

 “Bring it back up,” the teenager muttered.

 The chingling bounced across the stone, ringing its bell. Shyran rose up, brought by the sound.

 “Uproar.”

 The chingling’s noise trebled in volume, causing Arlette to wince and grit her teeth. Shyran squealed and retaliated with a beam of multi coloured ice, which only stopped when the chingling slammed into him from behind, cracking him into the lip of the fountain.

 Arlette stepped forward, dipping a hand into the water for Shyran. Shyran squealed and leapt over her head for the chingling, water surging around him to smack it into the ground.

 “Confusion!”

 The two pokémon tumble to the ground and Arlette stepped back so that she didn’t get caught up.

 Shyran blasted the water into the chingling’s face, but it just shook it off and gripped him in a psychic hold, pushing him away into the fountain. Shyran squealed, furiously trying to break free.

 “Let’s just finish this.” The trainer had his arms folded, tapping his foot.

 His chingling bobbed and slammed Shyran into the ground, where he lay limp. Arlette moved to pick him up, and Sargeras leapt over her back and grabbed the chingling, growling furiously.

 “Hey! Hey, this was a two on two – call your vaporeon off!”

 “Sargeras.”

 Sargeras whined around the chingling, looking up at Arlette.

 “Drop it.”

 Sargeras dropped the chingling, kicking it back to its trainer.

 “Is that seriously the best you can do?” He returned it, folding his arms again. “’Cause, you know, being a NightGale and all–”

 “Get this into your thick, mud filled head, you stupid pounder,” Arlette snapped, cutting across him. “Yes, I’m a NightGale. But I am not my mother. I am not a battler – and we are not all the same!”

 Sargeras snarled beside her, pacing with Arlette as she stepped forward, raising clenched fists.

 He took a step back. “Hey, I didn’t–”

 “Yes you fucking did, don’t even try that shit on me. If you want to have your head kicked in by the NightGale, she’s over by Unova. Better get your ass moving.”

 “Ha.” He snorted, shaking his head. “You’re not a NightGale at all, are you? They wouldn’t let themselves be beaten so easily.”

 “Get the fuck out of here before I show you what a NightGale can do!” Arlette roared, stepping forward again. “Just – get out of my sight, you misbegotten, ham fisted, shit headed–”

 He didn’t stick around to hear anymore, turning and running from sight. Arlette watched him go and then glared at the crowd that’s stopped, staring at her. Cursing, she returned her pokémon to their balls and hurried off in search of the pokémon centre.

 Xinch stretched out his legs and scurried after her, keeping up easily. He crackled at her as they entered the centre.

 “Hey Xinch,” she said quietly, glancing down at him. “Sorry ‘bout that.” She stalked over to the main desk. “These three need healed up.” She placed Xenos’, Shyran’s, and Sargeras’ pokéballs on the desk.

 “Right away.” The nurse nodded and took them. “I’ll call you over when they’re ready to be picked up.” He smiled at her.

 Arlette nodded and stalked away to a couch to sit down, tucking her legs up under her body. Xinch tilted his head and scuttled over to sit next to her, taking up the rest of the couch.

 A woman came into the pokécentre and spotted Arlette, walking over. “I saw the battle with that boy. He was rude to you,” she said, speaking softly.

 Arlette glanced up. “I think I was slightly ruder to him.” She placed a hand on Xinch’s back, stroking him.

 “Those were very colourful curse words you shouted at him. I’d say you swear like a sailor, but that might not be the best thing right now.” She glanced at Xinch. “Mind if I sit down?”

 Arlette shrugged. “Sure. Xinch, budge a bit?” She shifted nearer the end of the couch, perching herself on the arm and leaning on the wall to give them more room – keeping Xinch between them.

 Xinch crackled, shifting along after Arlette to give the woman some space.

 The woman smiled and sat down. “He shouldn’t have called you out to battle like that, or pressured you into it. Don’t feel bad for losing.”

 “I don’t feel bad about losing.” Arlette glanced over at the desk. “I’m not a trainer.”

 “Then why are you bothered?” The woman coughed. “Sorry, this is none of my business, but I am naturally curious. And you seem like you need somebody to talk to.”

 “Because – he wasn’t battling me because I’m a trainer.” Arlette rubbed at her right arm. “He was battling me because I’m a NightGale.”

 Xinch gurgled and nuzzled into Arlette.

 “Ah…” The woman smiled. “He was seeking fame and glory, but got the wrong NightGale?”

 Arlette scratched Xinch’s head. “Basically.”

 “You don’t have to be her, though. Children don’t always turn out like their parents, and that’s a good thing. It makes it interesting.”

 Arlette scowled. “I know.”

 Xinch crackled and delicately started to prod Arlette with his legs.

 “You could always change your name, if that is what you’re uncomfortable with. Plenty of people have given up names and titles to live undercover.” The woman shrugged. “Or you could change what the name means. That has been done too. Whatever you want to do, there is precedent for it.”

 “Excuse me.” The nurse leant over the side of the chair opposite Arlette. “Your three pokémon… about your ralts, though.”

 “What?” Arlette took the pokéballs, looking up. “What’s wrong with Xenos?”

 “Nothing, but… was he evolving?”

 “I think he was starting to. But he was… interrupted.”

 The nurse nodded. “It shouldn’t affect him too much, but he might be shaky for a while.”

 Arlette nodded. “Thank you.” She put the pokéballs into her bag, keeping Xenos’ to the side.

 As the nurse stepped away, the woman stood up. “You have some choices. You’re not the first to deal with this, and you will not be the last. I’m afraid I have to leave you – I need to be moving on, or else I’ll be late. But I postulate you won’t be staying here long either, am I correct?”

 Arlette frowned. “Probably not. Just waiting for the rest of my group.”

 “Then we might see each other again, if you and your group stop by Celestic. I’m heading up there now to study the ruins.” She gave Arlette a single wave. “My name is Diana, by the way. Diana Pallada. And yours? Aside from NightGale, of course.”

 “Arlette.” She flicked a glance up.

 Xinch gurgled at Diana, before returning to Arlette and continuing to clean her, beginning to spin out webbing.

 “It has been an interesting chat.” Diana gave Arlette a curt nod and left the pokécentre.

 Arlette released Xenos and curled up around her bag. Xenos whistled and shook his head, climbing onto her shoulder. Xinch crackled and started to bind her properly in webbing.

 “Haud on a tick.” Arlette pulled out a pokéball, releasing her furret. “Diana, go help the others find us again… once they’ve finished up, ‘kay?”

 Diana uncurled and nodded, darting away.

 Xinch teased out the threads, making the cocoon fluffy around Arlette.

 “You do know we’ll have to move soon, right?”

 Xinch shrugged and continued to wrap Arlette up in silk.

 “You’re carrying me, then.”

 Xinch crackled and finished off the cocoon before lifting Arlette onto his back. Xenos helped open the door and they were out into the square and heading for the shopping centre. There were dragons circling above the building, and Xinch sped up through the crowd before stopping beside Aurora, prodding her leg.

 “Hey, Arlette.” Aurora looked down. “Xinch taking care of you, then?”

 “Well, of course. He generally does.”

 Xinch squealed and dropped, letting Arlette roll from his back.

 “Are you able to move?”

 “Nope. Kinda comfortable here, though.”

 “Have fun trying to keep up with us.”

 Diana scampered over, investigating Arlette’s bound form. Xinch crackled happily, moving over to Nyx.

 “Arlette, you do know that’s what he does to his food before he eats it?”

 Zlata turned, still talking to Joanna, and saw Arlette. “Do you want some help?”

 “Well, he hasn’t eaten me yet.” Arlette looked up at Zlata. “Depends, are we moving on now?”

 “I think we’re moving soon…? At let, I believe Joanna and Alex were going, anyway. Before dragons appeared.”

 “Xinch wouldn’t hurt you, I suppose.” Nyx smirked, scratching Xinch. “I hope you haven’t been too bored waiting for us, we got caught up in pointless plushie buying.”

 “Pointless?” Joanna gasped.

 “Yours was pointless… but very cute.” Nyx smiled. “I think we were going north?”

 Warren nodded. “Towards Celestic.”

 “Oh, that place is beautiful!” Joanna nodded.

 “First, should we show Arlette what we got?”

 “I got things done. What did you get?” Arlette looked up at them.

 “Might want to get out of your cocoon.” Aurora grinned, pulling two item balls from her new bag.

 “Fine, fine…”

 Diana set about chewing at the threads, and Xinch hurried back over to help take them apart.

 Arlette wriggled and eventually managed to get out of the cocoon. “So, you were saying?”

 Aurora tossed her the item balls. “Figured you’d want a bit of cheering up.”

 “You’ll like them Arlette, Aurora picked them out specially for you.”

 “There was a lot of debate about which plushie to get. There were some good ones.”

 “Which one first, Xenos?” Arlette glanced at the two balls in her hands, tilting her head.

 Xenos whistled, shrugging. Arlette laughed and chucked them both into the air, shoving the one she caught with her left hand into her pocket.

 The other one contained a banette plushie, and she stroked a hand over its softness. “That’s going to make me feel so safe now.”

 “Just don’t throw it away and you’ll be fine.” Soise grinned.

“Oh, you decided on the banette then?” Nyx asked, looking closer. “Nice, very creepy indeed.”

 Warren nodded. “Suits you very well.”

 “It’s only a plushie, the real thing is the one you should watch out for. But it does suit you well, I agree.”

 “Yeah, she’s such a creep, right?” Aurora laughed.

 Hohenheim approached and took a lugia plushie from his back, apparently comparing it.

 “They are said to inhabit abandoned plushies, though.” Arlette balanced the banette on her free shoulder. “Or be born from them… or something.”

 “And the other one.” Aurora spun the other pokéball in her hand.

 Arlette caught it as Aurora flicked it into the air towards her. “If you stop stealing my stuff, maybe.” She released a long milotic plush and swept it off the ground.

 “And the milotic.” Nyx smiled, stroking it. “Very nice, but this isn’t anything like Arlette… it’s so pretty and sweet looking.”

 “And they both pale in comparison to the Reshi.” Joanna laughed.

 Arlette batted Nyx in the head with the milotic. “Thanks. I can clean up.”

 “Just not that prettily.” Soise smirked.

 “Alright, I believe you! No need to plush hammer me!” Nyx laughed, pushing the milotic away. “Plushies always help…”

 “That’s good. You seemed really down before,” Zlata said.

 “Yes.” Arlette returned the milotic, tucking it into her bag.

 “So… we’ll be going?” Aurora asked.

 “Yes, sorry for keeping you,” Alex said.

 “It was nice seeing you both.” Nyx smiled, hugging her parents before letting them get up on Flare. “I’ll come back to Lavaridge soon, I promise. With Warren?”

 “Of course. You can even have a house to yourselves, you’d probably like that.”

 Nyx blushed and bowed her head, and Warren linked his arm through hers.

 “We’ll put it next on the list of regions to visit, then.” Aurora nodded. “Be good to see more of Hoenn.”

 Flare took off, followed by Whitetip, and they leave dazzling streaks of fire in the sky behind them as they turn south. Hohenheim answered with a blue streak of fire.

 Zlata waved after them before turning to Arlette. “Do you have dark blue thread? I bought a coat I need to adjust.”

 “Should do.” Arlette returns the banette and shoves it into her bag, pulling out a box. “D’you want it just now or when we stop for the night?”

 “When we stop would be better, I can fix it up then. I’m just asking now in case I have to go back to the shopping centre and get some, but if you allow me to use yours, that would be better.”

 “Right y’are.” Arlette nodded, putting the box back into her bag and swinging it onto her shoulders. “I’d say remind me when we stop, but I’ll probably remember fine.”

 “So, we were heading north before plushies came up?” Nyx asked, leaning into Warren.

 “I believe we were.” Zlata nodded. “Up to Alamos, to the towers and the garden?”

 “Sounds like a plan!” Aurora spun, pointing to the north. “To Alamos!”

[itzmemel]

The Winter Is Coming

♥Scrap Kit & Tube♥ 

Gorjuss winter tube "Eliza" by Zlata M

Scrap Kit Winter wonderland by Tiny Turtle Designs

♦Font♦

Dayling

[sinderelaa]

Tek sam rekla mami za tebe

Možda su mi osjećanja preteška da ih ona shvati

Al' ona se sa mnom šali i štaviše

Zadirkiva me za tebe i pravi neslane šale

Oklijevala sam da uradim nešto što mi je govorila

Bilo mi je mrsko ili sam odgovarala tebi na poruku

Ne sjećam se

Mama mi kaže da ostavim telefon

Ili će da kaže tvojoj bisernoj mami kakvu će lijenu snahu da ima

Zovem je biserna, jer joj ime znači biser

Ne mogu se suzdržati i smijem se na to

Pa ona nastavlja da me bocka i kaže

Da bih radije subotom navečer pila s tvojom mamom čaj

Već sa svojom rođenom, što naravno nije istina

Ti si uvijek posebno naglašavao važnost majke, svake

Evo dvije godine poslije, vidjela sam je danas

Gledala je u mene i nisam mogla dokučiti razlog zašto

Ali miru moj, ona je gledala kao da joj nešto značim

Ili sam joj, pak, nešto značila

Ne skidam pogled s nje jer, pobogu

To je žena što te je donijela na ovaj svijet

Mama i ja smo se sjećali tvoje porodice prije dvije noći

Mama kaže blago toj bisernoj mami

Tri sina ima i svi je tretiraju kao princezu

Tako i jeste, miru moj, samo što nikad nisi to priznao

Uvijek mi je bila fascinantna tvoja ljubav prema njoj

Još više sam se u to uvjerila

Kad mi je ona nestala iz vidika samo kako bi ti u njega ušao

Dolaziš po nju autom i spuštaš prozor, smiješ joj se

Poželjela sam, tako mi Boga, taj tvoj iskreni i djetinji osmijeh

Pa ti si položio vozački ispit i ja nisam bila tu da ti čestitam

Da ti napravim tortu i kažem ti da sam znala da to možeš

Izgledaš kao najljepša stvar što je kročila zemljom

I kad me neka od prijateljica pita kako se osjećam

Nikad ne znam šta da kažem osim "Ma sve je okej"

Jer kako da ja sročim da svaki put kad prođeš ispred mene

Vapim za tvojm prisustvom i udahnem tvoj miris koliko god mogu

Jer ne znam hoće li to biti zadnji put da to mogu

Kako da sročim da plačem do kasno jer mi fališ

Kako da sročim da me niko ne razumije kada kažem

Da ja nisam tu za neke stvari što prolaziš

Toliko si lijep i nije realno i ne mogu da pojmim

Kako ja stvarno nisam tu

Mene u tvom životu nema

Mene u tvom životu nema

Pa zato blago tvojoj bisernoj majci

Što te svaki dan miluje i gleda kako ti

Svaka dlaka na bradi raste za jedan milimetar

I čuva te kad si bolestan

Zaista je tvoja biserna majka, zlata vrijedna

A.

[flamyany]

Oj, budi svoj! Ta stvoren jesi čitav, U grudi nosiš, brate, srce cijelo; Ne kloni dušom, i da nijesi mlitav, Put vedra neba diži svoje čelo! Pa došli danci nevolje i muke, Pa teko s čela krvav tebi znoj, Ti skupi pamet, upri zdrave ruke, I budi svoj! Oj, budi svoj! Znaj, tvoja glava mlada Nebolike ti zlatne sanke budi, Ko sivi soko uzvine se nada, Al’ svijet je svijet, i ljudi tek su ljudi. Da, zbilja goni s uzglavlja te meka, U sebični te zovuć svijeta boj; Ma što te, brate, u životu čeka: Ti budi svoj! Oj, budi svoj! Taj svijet ti nije pakô, Ni raj ti nije; rodi trnom, cvijetom; Ni desno, lijevo da se nijesi mako, Već ravno pođi, dok te nosi, svijetom: Koračaj bez obzira krepko, živo, Sudbina dok ne rekne tebi: Stoj! I pravim drži pravo, krivim krivo, I budi svoj! Oj, budi svoj! Ta božji ti je zamet, A Bog sve mrzi, što je laž i varka; I neka ti je vazda vedra pamet, I srce vrelo, duša čista, žarka; Nek’ ravno um i srce tvoje važu, Tek tako bit ćeš čovjek, brate moj! Da zli i dobri ljudi smjerno kažu: Da, on je svoj! Oj, budi svoj! Al’ brat ti budi braći, I radi za svijet, al’ ne slušaj pljeska; I ljubi svijet, al’ ne nadaj se plaći, Jer hvala ljudska voda je vrh pijeska, U tvojoj svijesti hvala ti je trudu, S poštena tekar lica teče pošten znoj, I nisi, brate, živio zaludu, Kad jesi svoj. Oj, budi svoj, i čovjek ljudskog zvanja! Pa diži čelo kao sunce čisto; Jer kukavica tek se rđi klanja, Tvoj jezik, srce nek su vazda isto. Za sjajnim zlatom kô za Bogom gledi Tek mićenika ropskih podli roj; Ti gledaj, da l’ i duša zlata vrijedi, Pa budi svoj! Da, budi svoj! Pa dođe l’ poći hora, Gdje tisuć zvijezda zlaćenih se vije, Kad čovjek račun završiti mora, I ti ga svršuj, nek ti žao nije; Jer tvoje srce šapnuti će tijo: Oj mirno, brajne, sad si račun zbroj! Poštenjak, čovjek na zemlji si bio: Ta bio svoj!

budi svoj

August Senoa

[forrestdumb]

Izlazim u sumrak ko iz neke ogromne fabrike otpušten a da odmah iza ćoška zaboravim gde sam bio, uvučen u tok narodne nesvesti i gužvu vraćanja s posla u pet sati, pet i petnes, pola šest - jede se brzo vreme ko mlad mesec, i prvi i petnesti u mesecu punom, i dozvoljen minus, i u njemu progutana koštica, tvrdo sabijenog, neotvorivog, samog postojanja.Idem ošamućeno, sa trenutnim pamćenjem, ko pijan, farovi autmobila, u kišno popodne, osvetljavaju i vide samo okolne stvari, puhćem ko neki jež zalutao u dvorište i zaobilazim ljude: mimoilazimo se ko mravi radnici prethodno se pogledima onjušeći, žicama od kišobrana počešavši jedne druge po glavama, ko antenama - pardon, pardon, i, ništa, ništa.Plutam tako sve u neku melodiju svetske ekonomske krize potopljen, ko onaj džez, trudbenički, iz Toma i Džerija, i kud jutros čuh Bajagu pa me vozi ko melanholija gradskog prevoza prepunog autobusa, te noči stigao sam kasno napolju sevnula je munja itd, to mi samo odzvanja u nekoj praznoj a prozorljivoj dremljivosti sa rupicom na kameri opskura, o bože da li je to dobar znak, prestani Bajaga, iš odavde sotono, ne, neću da se drogiram.No on nastavlja, dubokim glasom: promiču izlozi mlečno osvetljeni, zlatni lanci na belim poprsjima od gipsa, otkup zlata, i mir zlatare koji nalikuje na unutrašnjost neke faraonove grobnice, i pored zlatare majstori u velikom lokalu, belo okrečenom, povezuju instalacije, i sete me Zločina i kazne, niz neke drvene stepenice silazim u naguranim gradskim četvrtima, kvartir, kirajdžije, kiridžije, i dokone hepi babe, mačke pod starim prozorima, i jeziva tihost stare zgrade u samom centru grada zaturene ko pamuk u pupku; klime zuje i pozadinska prljava staklena vuna se kovitla pri ozelenilim uglovima; pod njom radnik na pauzi puši cigaru mudro i nekako rezignirano: aloo,  molim, tu sam, radim, ra-dim, aj zovem te za pola sata.A po glavnim ulicama svetlo, svud neko svetlo sjajno belo i žuto i narod namnožen ko mušice na farovima, narod zadenut za brisače, narod kazne i parikranja, narod s kapuljačama maskama kesama i spretnim zaobilaženjem bara dok čeka da se neko isparkira: obasjavaju svetla automobilska neke čestice i neke tanke nestrpljive ženske noge u crnim tesnim farmericama, njene tanke, pomalo krive cevanice su tako nestrpljive, sa dve tri kanute fleke od blata, nožice tanke, usplahirene, baksuzaste, dok ona gore prejako steže dečiju ručicu pobelelu od stiska: ovamo, Anja! i vraća se nazad u mrak.Iza musavih stakla ljudi u autobusima, cipele u prebrisanim izlozima, stari natpisi gore u prašinama, i nove sjajne firme ispod okačene, sniženje, i popust: tri kruga po gradu okrenem da se očistim od posla, kog posla, i da se setim u suštini ko sam, mada podsvesno odlažem taj trenutak - mogao bih na pivo ali znam da će ono da me odbaci još dalje od centra, da će da okrene samo krug i posle ponovo moram ispočetka.U prodavnici ne smem da pogledam u novčanik pa na slepo vadim novčanicu iz gomile računa; prodavac u napadu blagoglagoljivisti i ljubaznosti mi priča nešto pod maskom šireći ruke i ništa ga ne razumem pa kažem dabome, ma da bo me, i ovo će proći, i odlazim od njega i nesvesno kezeći se ko neki majmun, lutka i papagaj.A tinejdžerke ulicom veselo praskaju u kliktav smeh ko neke čaure, tanke, providne, sa semenjem unutra, ko plodovi i ptice, ko lešina naduta stareži iz koje izleće nova mladost: teodoraaaa kre-ten-ko hijuhihuih: o bože kako sam mator a da to nisam ni znao: čovek posle nekih godina prestane da se tako slobodno, ulicom, cereka.Sve vuče dakle ka pivu kao voda ka slivniku, i nevoljno, i kao odbijajuće, i kao nećemo, a hoćemo, zato smo i sišli, zato smo se i našli, zato na kraju krajeva i postojimo, i tužno je kako se razbrbljam potom kao da ništa nije bilo: mrzim što sam nekonzistentan i osuđujem sebe što se tako brzo razveselim, pa zaboravim, i to zaboravim, sve se ponovo zaboravi, a šta je pa to bilo, a da neće opet biti, ništa, ništa.I tu, na kafiću stilizovano napisano: life begins after coffee, i shvatih, osetih, to je jedan te isti grad, strašno velik grad, i jedna te ista ulica i ljudi sasvim prilagodljivi da budu i tamo i ovde, gde god, ko kad bubu u ruke uzmeš i premestiš je sa prozora na gelender, a ona odmah nastavi nekud dalje kao da se ništa nije desilo: ona, bez ikakve sumnje, dalje ide, teži, žuri, brodi; o svi psi išetani i svuda isto serući.Premešta me tako neko u Bangladeš, u predgrađe Moskve, u zapadni London, vidim i tamo sebe na gugl stritu zamrljanog lica pa se zgadim i zaboravim, protresem glavom: oćemo li još po jedno a? Pa da idemo kući da gledamo Poteru i skuvamo još jednu kafu, i još jednu kafu, jer život počinje posle kafe, a traje samo u onih nekoliko minuta dok se čeka da provri.A svetlo farova sliveno u jedan tok ko u snimcima Beogradske hronike otiče van grada da prospe tamo svoj zejtin iz friteze za taj dan, upotrebljen, masan, prljav, otposlen, otkošten od života.

ĐEVĐIR

[gregor-samsung]

“ Venerdì 1° gennaio 1993

Cara Mimmy, BUON ANNO NUOVO! Che questo anno ci porti pace, felicità, amore, e consenta alle famiglie e agli amici di ritrovarsi. Ora ti voglio raccontare come abbiamo salutato l'anno vecchio e accolto quello nuovo. Innanzitutto noi (la mamma, il papà e io) siamo andati da Melica per il suo compleanno. Abbiamo pranzato da lei. Come regalo per il Nuovo Anno, Melica ci ha dato un vasetto di carote in conserva. Poi siamo tornati a casa. La mamma è andata a prendere l'acqua, mentre io e il papà non ci siamo mossi. Quando la mamma è tornata siamo rimasti seduti insieme per un po', abbiamo preparato i panini con la margarina (in ufficio la mamma ha ricevuto per l'inverno un pacchetto di provviste, che conteneva fra l'altro della margarina), la crema fresca e del patè di fegato. Dei panini fantastici! Gnam... Gnam..! Verso le otto abbiamo fatto un pisolino. Poi é arrivata la zia Boda che ci ha rimessi tutti sull'attenti: siamo quindi andati tutti a casa sua, dove abbiamo mangiato del «tacchino» (una scatoletta di carne), e del vero emmenthal. Verso le dieci avevamo nuovamente sonno, e a qualcuno è venuto in mente di accendere la radio, dove c'erano i Surrealisti, un gruppo teatrale della città. Ci siamo svegliati tutti. E così, a poco a poco, è arrivato anche L'ANNO NUOVO. Žika ha aperto una bottiglia di champagne (che aveva tenuto in serbo per celebrare la fine della guerra, ma visto che essa non si vede, ha deciso di aprirla oggi), e ci siamo baciati tutti (la nonna, Žika, Boda, la mamma, il papà, Cici e io). Mancava Nedo, che era andato a festeggiare con gli amici. Mamma e papà mi hanno donato un pettine e una pinza per i capelli, i Bobar mi hanno regalato un uovo musicale (ha un sensore luminoso) e dello Slaim. Hanno regalato alla mamma dell'acetone, mentre noi abbiamo dato loro patate, cipolle, e cavoli bianchi. Wow! E così abbiamo trascorso la serata fino all'1,30 di mattina. Quando siamo tornati a casa eravamo stanchi morti. Non siamo andati a letto prima delle 2,00. Abbiamo dormito come dei ghiri. Ancora una volta, Mimmy, Buon Anno a te e a tutta la gente di Sarajevo. Ti voglio bene, Zlata “

Zlata Filipović, Diario di Zlata. Una bambina racconta Sarajevo (traduzione di Raffaella Cardillo e Maria Teresa Cattaneo), Rizzoli, 1994¹; pp. 102-103.

[Edizione originale: Le journal de Zlata, Fixot et éditions Robert Laffont, S.A., Paris, 1993]

[nindjuka]

Dušu mi pokloni

Dušu mi pokloni.

Mene rastužuju ti krvi požari

što iza sebe ostavljaju pepelište,

te oluje što nište

ženina snevanja blaga.

Dušu mi pokloni,

u ljubavi ja bih htela

do u večna vremena

da sve ostavlja traga.

Dušu mi pokloni.

Meni je malo taj trnutak zaborava,

to nestrpljivo krvi htenje.

Dušu mi, dušu pokloni,

od iskoni u meni spava

čežnja plamena za večnim,

za ljubavi trajanjem

i uznesenjem.

Ja sam žena i ne čeznem samo

za vrelim ljubavničkim bdenjem

posle kojeg duša pada;

htela bih u zagrljaju da doživim

svetle snove

i pijanstvo onog mutnog sklada

što ljubav se zove.

Htela bih da se ne izgubi

nijedan naš trenutak

da svaka naša milošta se stvori

u kakav život, pa ma malen bio

kao grumen večitog zlata,

da mi duša blista posle zagrljaja

kao julska nebesa zvezdama krcata.

Dušu mi pokloni.

Pričaj mi svoje snove u tami,

pričaj mi detinjstva sećanja.

Želi i ti da budeš uza me

do poslednjeg dana.

Dušu mi pokloni i zadnju joj

česticu svaku

i najlakši dašak svaki

njenog bezdana.

O daj mi svojih suza,

noćnih nejasnih muka,

pričaj šta srce ti najčešće sanja.

Drhti od iznenadnog zvuka

moga koraka i glasa.

Želi i ti u mom zagrljaju

da i posle smrti časa

ostanu ti na mene sećanja.

Desanka Maksimović

[meanrunway]

Zlata Semenko backstage @ Masha Ma Fall 2017 Paris

[littleadriana]

Preco ide niekto sam na Bali?

Sama na bali ides po rozvode, po strate blizkeho a ked stratis volu zit. Takze sa chodi na Bali schovat a vypadnut!  Preco som tento trip vlastne zacala ja?�� Som jeden z najpozitivnejsich ludi akych stretnete! Potichu riesim paniku placom vo vani. Ale prisiel na mna smutok, nevysvetlitelny smutok. Mam navokol vsetko, aby som bola dokonale stastny clovek, ale mne nestacilo. Stale som chcela nieco viac, nieco inak a neuspokojovalo ma ze som zdrava a mam zdravu rodinu. Mam kde zit a vlastne,  ked sme zdravi mozme vsetko! Ked moj smutok pretrvaval niaku dobu, zacala som tusit ze to bude chciet terapiu sokom! Stale mi chodil po rozume len jediny spravny napad,  musim vypadnut niekam na ostrov, uuuplne sama! Citat knihy, lustit krizovky a sudoku. Kupat sa pod vodopadmi, jest nudle, lezat na plazi,pit cocktaily a vsetko ostatne klise, co najdete v zajazdovej brozurke. Ano, naozaj som si to tak predstavovala. Jedneho dna som pozreala kolko stoja asi letenky, spytala som sa ludi kolko zaplatili za letenky a napad na utek sa stal realitou! Za tak dobre ceny som to musela kupit okamzite. Uz ma len cakalo 8 mesiacov paniky medzi, co som to preboha urobila a planovania tripu do casti zeme, v ktorej som nikdy nebola! Planovanie ja lubim a este viac ma robi stastnou zariadovat nieco! TYMTO DAKUJEM VSETKYM LUDOM, CO MI POMAHALI CI UZ PRI PLANOVANI, ALEBO CESTOVANI! VSETCI MATE NERVY ZO ZLATA! 

Pocas tych 8 mesiacov som splanovala vylet do maxima a zaroven pridala prestavku na Singapur. Pri planovani mi neskutocne pomahal travel guide Bali Girl’s solo traveler guide, vstky instagramove stranky a vela vela citania. A v ramci kinematografie ma vzdelaval Eat,Pray,Love. Pre tych co to necitali, je to kniha napisana zo srdca zenou, o potulkach svetom po tazsiom rozvode. Pribeh sa zacina v Taliansku kde jedla (eat), potom sa modlila v Indii (pray) a konci sa na Bali. V case po bombovych utokoch, kedy turizmus dramaticky klesol, ale prilakal nasu Lizz. Originalnu autorku knihy, na zaklade coho bol vytovreny tento film. Liz je v Ubude, kde NIKTO nie je. Stastne si bicykluje na bicykli, na hlave klobuk, a usmieva sa na cely svet. Zrazi ju exoticky muz a je to laska ako hrom! Co mna skor zaujalo to mesto, kde sa nachadzala, Ubud.  Pretoze to bolo, co som potrebovala ja! Dusevne sa zahojit a naucit sa so sebou opat zit. Splynut so sebou a dat si dobre spa!  

[itzmemel]

I Love You

♥Supplies♥ 

I used the Xenia tube of Zlata M  Here

Scrap kit used Monkey Love By Bibi Collections  HereT

emplate 236 by Kristin, you can download it on her blog Here

♦Filter♦

Eye Candy 4 - Gradient Glow

Xero - Fritillary

Unplugged X - Interlace

Dsb Flux - bright noise - spider web

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Lainie Day

Let's start!

Open template and press shift +D to duplicate the template and close the original. Make raster 9 active and open paper 4 and paste as a new layer. Go to effects- xero-fritillary with these settings: 2- 30 -10- 25. Add some bright noise to is as well with these settings: Intensity: 30  Darker. Add some gradient glow in red in 3.00 size on glow add some bright noise to it as well.

Make copy of  raster 9 active and open paper 4 and paste as a new layer. Go to effects- xero-fritillary with these settings: 2- 30 -10- 25. Add some bright noise to is as well with these settings: Intensity: 30  Darker. Add some gradient glow in red in 3.00 size on glow add some bright noise to it as well.

Make raster 7 active and open paper 2 and paste as a new layer. Go to effect - unplugged x-interlace with these settings: 1- 50 - 50 - 1 - 0 - 50. Add some gradient glow in brown in 3.00 size on glow add some bright noise to it as well.

Make copy of raster 7 active and open paper 2 and paste as a new layer. Go to effect - unplugged x-interlace with these settings: 1- 50 - 50 - 1 - 0 - 50. Add some gradient glow in brown in 3.00 size on glow add some bright noise to it as well.

Make raster  8 active and open paper 3 and paste as a new layer. Go to effects- dsb flux-spider web with thses settings: 4 - 73 - 64. Add some gradient glow in brown in 3.00 size on glow add some bright noise to it as well. Make copy of  raster  8 active and open paper 3 and paste as a new layer. Go to effects- dsb flux- spider web with thses settings: 4 - 73 - 64 Add some gradient glow in brown in 3.00 size on glow add some bright noise to it as well.

Make raster 4 active and open paper 7 and paste as a new layer. Add some gradient glow in brown in 3.00 size on glow add some bright noise to it as well.

Make copy of raster 4 active and open paper  7 and paste as a new layer. Add some gradient glow in brown in 3.00 size on glow add some bright noise to it as well.

Make raster  3 active and open paper 10 and paste as a new layer. Go to effects- xero-fritillary with these settings: 2- 30 -10- 25. Add some bright noise to is as well with these settings: Intensity: 30  Darker. Add some gradient glow in red in 3.00 size on glow add some bright noise to it as well.

Make copy of  raster  3 active and open paper 10 and paste as a new layer. Go to effects- xero-fritillary with these settings: 2- 30 -10- 25. Add some bright noise to is as well with these settings: Intensity: 30  Darker. Add some gradient glow in red in 3.00 size on glow add some bright noise to it as well.

Make promoted selection layer active and add a new raster layer,flood fill with black.

Open close up of choice and paste as a new layer. Go to properities-luminescence legacy,go to properties again this time choose screen. Then go to your unplugged x plugins and find interlace

with these settings: 1- 50 - 50 - 1 - 0 - 50.

Go to effects - xero-radience with these settings:   128 - 50 - 128 - 255. Now add gradient glow and bright noise.

Make raster 6  active and add a new raster layer, flood fill with black. Open close up of choice and paste as a new layer. Go to properities-luminescence legacy, go to properties again this time choose screen. then go to your unplugged x plugins and find interlace with these settings: 1- 50 - 50 - 1 - 0 - 50. Go to effects - xero-radiance with these settings: 128 - 50 - 128 - 255. Now add gradient glow and bright noise.

Make raster 5 active and open paper  2 and paste as a new layer. Go to effect - unplugged x-interlace with these settings: 1- 50 - 50 - 1 - 0 - 50.

←Elements→

Open element 17 and paste it as a new layer. Open element 95 and paste it behind the frame,duplicate and flip,use your freehand selection tool and remove pieces that sticks out behind the frame.

Open element 100 and paste it behind the frame on the left side,duplicate and mirror.

Open element 15 and paste it on the right side on you tag. Open element 18 and paste it behind the boxes. Open element 11 and paste it on top of the boxes. Open element 14 and paste it in front of the window. Open element 16 and paste it were you want it. Open element 10 and paste it were you want it. Open element 19 and paste it as a new layer on top of raster 6. Open element 44 and paste it behind you tag. Open element 66 and paste it were you want it. add gradient glow to it.

[elegantshapeshifter]

Some of the names of the main Major Spirits in European Historical Witchcraft

- Abundia/Abonde/Satia - Pharaildis - Hellequin/Herlechinus

- Queen of Elphame/Titania/Mab/Nicnevin - King of Elphame/Oberon/Oberycon - Puck/Púcel/Pouque - Bucca/Pwca/Púca/Pooka/Phouka/Phooka/Phooca/Puca/Púka - Robin Goodfellow - Sorthie, Sorthia and Sorthios/Milia, Achilia and Sibylia - Gyre-Carling - Gwydion ab Don - Gwenhidw - Shony/Shoney - Manannan - Gwynn ap Nudd

- Aine - Fennel/Finnen - Finvara/Fin Bheara - Meave/Nuala

- Holda/Frigaholda/Helt/Unholde/die selige Frawn - Perchta - Berchtholde/Berchtolt - Hera - Frau Harke - Woden/Wotan/Wode/Odin/Oden as leader of the Wild Hunt - Hackelbärend/Hackelbernd/Hackelberg/Hackelblock - Herodes/Herodis-Röds

- Bensoria/Bensozia/Bezezia

- Nocticula/Noctiluca (source: John of Salisbury's Policraticus)

- Guroysse/Reisarova

- Alberich - Elegast

- Diana - Lucifer - Herodias/Aradia/Arada/Araja/Sa Rejusta - Domina Cursus/Lady of the course/Sapiente Sibilla (Wise Sybil) - Mistress/Lady of the Good Game - The Abbess (”la Badessa”) - Richella - Madonna Horiente (Lady East) - Sicilian Queen of Fairies/Doña Inguanta/Lady Grace/Greek Lady/Doña Zabella - Sicilian King of Fairies/King Cozzo/King Cucco - Donne di Fora - Appenninic Sybil - Queen of the Land of the Angels/Queen of the Angels/Queen of the Elves - Befania/Befana - Salvanel - Wild Man

- Mittwinterfrau - Pehtra Baba - Zlata Baba - Quaternica/Quatembermann/Kwaternik/Frau Faste/Posterli/Quatemberca/Fronfastenweiber

- Sträggele - Tsaôthe Vidhe - Eiserna Perchta - Gvozdenzuba - Garanutzl - Frau Gauden - Prechtölterli - Frau Saelde/Fraw Selten/Fraw Zälti/Fraw Selga - Frau Venus - die sälige Lütt/das Guttisheer/lieben seelen/Pöffel daß Guttjns heer

- Baba Yaga - Jedzbaba - Nóčna Báa/Nóčna Gospá/Bóžja Déklia - Mokoška/Lama Baba - Rusalii

- Vile - Tetka Vila - Fairy Jelena - Fairy of Velebit

- Poludnica - Pjatnica/N’ed’el’a/Marți Seară/Vineri Noapte/Luca/Woman of the Tuesday - Marzanna/Марена/Morė/Morana/Morena/Maslenitsa/Mara

- Doamna Zînelor/Irodeasa/Arada/Irodia/Irodita  - Dragaica - Brezaia - Baba Dochia - Avizoia/Aveziha/Avezuha - Jerodiecele/Iroditele - Zîna Magdalina - Ileana Cosânzeana - Făt-Frumos - Ana-Foca/Foca

- Ana - Bugiana - Dumernica - Foiofia - Lacargia - Magdalina - Ruxanda - Tiranda - Trandafira - Rudeana - Ruja - Păscuţa - Orgisceana - Lemnica - Roşia - Todosia - Sandalina - Margalina - Savatina - Rujalina

- Neráïdes/Exotiká/oi Kalokirádes o Kallikurádes/oi Kyrádes/ta Korítsia Mas/oi Kalés Arkhóndisses/oi Kalókardes/oi Khairámenais/Gialoúdes/Kalés Kyrádes/Kalótykhes - the Great Lady/the Beautiful Lady/the Most Beautiful Woman/the Queen of the Mountains/The Queen of the Shore

- Moira/Narechnits/Sudienitsi/Urechnici/Rechenitsi/Orisnici/Sudienitsi/Soenici/Roenici/Ursitoare/Ursitele/Ursoiare/Mirë/Ora/Fatia/Fatmirat/Zonja të Jashtëmë/I Të Tri Grat 

- The Fates (source: Burchard of Worms)

- Estadea - Trip Reial - Akerbeltz/Aker/Janicot - Lady of Amboto - Marigüena - Basajarau - Silbán - Caçador Negre/Mal Caçador/Gran Caçador - Count Arnau - Eiztari-Belta/Mateo-Txistu/Salamon Apaiza - Mari Urraka

These are the main ones, however, every Nation and every region in Europe had a different one. You can discover the ones of your region by following this procedure: - How to adapt the basic practices to your Country and Region in order to reconstruct your Regional Tradition

Please, read also: - The Pantheon of Recon TradCraft and its relationship with pre-Christian Pantheons - What is a Major Spirit?

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