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[littlemissgloomexe]

I’m on magical carriage~

I juzt wanted to draw my friendz + my two IZ OCz in Sweet Slave Comedy :3

All characterz [in left to right order]

Mel [My self insert]

Ski [ @southsky ]

Mare [She doesn’t have tumblr so I’ll put her insta @ melanin_princess_10]

Jay [My OC]

Joz [ self insert for @appledorkie ]

[my-favourite-zhent]

New Tricks - Chapter 20

Status: Work In Progress

Version: 1.01

Pairing: Rugan x AFAB!OC

Rating: NC-17 (This chapter PG-13)

Genre: Adventure/Romance

Summary: Misadventures of Rugan and the original Zhentarim Gate's crew before and during the year of three sailing ships.

Notes:

Part two of the three chapter split!

I was spamming @fistfuloftarenths bits of this way back in February. We get a little bit of Sal in this chapter, if you wanna read more of him check out her fic de diversis artibus.

Another lovely beta is of course the kindly @dustdeepsea who's Rugan story Gods and Monsters has our dear old man in this cut content bad ending with a very kickass Tav. (Part of the Trouble Will Find Me series.)

And last but not least @captainsigge who is a one woman hype squad. Be sure to check out her tumblr which has an inspiring collection of Rugan video edits <3

Table of Contents

Read Here on AO3 or below the cut~

New Tricks - Chapter Twenty

Goulcrest was a small village that sat roughly Northeast of Baldur's Gate. So named for its proximity to the fields of the dead, though it saw little in the way of actual ghouls.

They had made good time on the road from the Gate despite all the mud from spring rains. Thankfully the ground had dried out by the last leg of their journey. Rugan supposed there was something to be said for a small crew. They had made a short stop for lunch. Bellar and Olly had gone to take a piss before they set back out, while Rugan and Sal remained with the wagon by a small copse of trees.

When he was certain Bellar was out of earshot he turned to Salazon.

“Sal, would you send Izzy for me?” 

He had planned to leave a letter at the Elfsong before they left for Elturel regardless, but still he was anxious about missing Iz.

“For one hundred tarenths I will.”

“A hundred! Last time it was fifty.” Rugan replied indignantly.

“Yeah well, second to last time I sent you, you told me to sod off.”

“That was months ago, you spiteful imp.” Leave it to a wizard to hold a grudge.

“I've loans to pay off, as you well know.”

Grudgingly, Rugan rifled through his coin purse and began counting out the coins one by one. 

Sal let out an exasperated sigh at his slow progress. “Here just let me do it, you're terrible at counting.”

“So you can cheat me more than you already have? Not bloody likely.” Rugan went back to the pile and began counting again from one.

“What are you doing?!” Sal asked aghast.

“You made me lose count,” came the saucy reply.

“Oh for Helm’s sake.” Sal hissed. “Just what do you want to say to her?”

“Tell her I might be some days late to meet her in the Gate on account of the job. But I'll come as soon as I can.”

Sal gave a deep intake of breath and leaned back against the tree, closing his eyes. Rugan watched as the wizard's hands contorted into strange gestures as he cast the spell. After several long moments Sal opened his eyes.

“She says she'll wait for you at the Elfsong, she doesn't have any other jobs lined up after this one.”

“She will?” The smile was broad across Rugan's face. He went back to hastily counting the coins, but Sal held out his hand.

“Forget the coin, this is too painful to watch. Just ask her to put in a nice word with Corra.”

“Ah, I can get you talking to a more local girl, but if you insist. Buy you a drink too.” 

If Sal was a better Zhent he would've pressed Rugan for more favours while the man was feeling generous, alas he was not. 

“It's a deal.”

+++++

It had been another two days' travel before they finally reached Goulcrest. While there had been no proper road leading up from the highway, the paths connecting it  to the local farms were better maintained. They followed one of these now to an abandoned farmstead farther apart from the others. Strange place to retrieve a delivery, but coin was coin.

Rugan and Olly were in the wagon today while Bellar and Salazon were on horseback. The group often rotated but Salazon was always given the blue-eyed chestnut mare when riding. The creature was particularly unflappable around casting compared to others of its ilk.

As the party approached they could hear raised voices emanating from their destination.

“Sounds like trouble up ahead,” said Bellar astride his mount, hand already on the hilt of his blade.

Straining his ears, Olly scrunched his face in concentration, leaning forward in his seat at the front of the new wagon.

“I don’t hear any blades.” By now the ring of steel had become an unmistakable sound to the young recruit.

“Nor I,” agreed Rugan from the driver's seat. “Still, best to play it safe.” He looked to a mounted Sal who nodded in affirmation, readying a spell just in case.

As the party drew closer the voices became more discernible.

“That isn't what we agreed upon.” A woman's voice, straining with anger, somehow familiar.

“You've already been paid upfront.” A man's voice this time. Rugan could easily imagine the sneer its owner must be wearing.

“I’ve been paid half upfront as outlined in the contract, and now that the job is done I expect the second half.”

“Work can't be half as hard as you say seeing as you finished early. So you get half the pay.”

“How many antiquarians have you brought down here before me? Ones that didn't even finish the job? At least two that I know of.”

“Isn't that—?” Olly began as they crested the hill, the figures of a dark-haired man and woman came into view.

“Take the reins, lad.” Handing over the leather straps to Olly, Rugan hopped off the ambling caravan and made his way towards the arguing duo.

“Just one of those urns is worth twice what you agreed to pay me. So give me my due.” Her voice was even but Rugan noted that the fingertips of one hand were glowing ever so slightly.

“Don't push your luck, girl. I could bury you back in those tombs and then it would take another three antiquarians just to find your corpse.” The man was snarling contemptuously.

“Luck indeed,” Rugan interjected. “Inauspicious to start a job with violence though.” 

Izzy stared at him dumbfounded, rage temporarily forgotten as he approached. Her verbal sparring partner smirked, mistaking her confusion for fear.

Rugan came to stand beside the two with a sidelong look to Izzy before he turned his attention to the man. She seemed to take his meaning, making no move to let show their familiarity with one another.

‘Good, lass.’ He thought. ‘My clever lass.’

“Grim, I take it?” It could have been his real name, common enough among Chondathans, but Rugan had a feeling the man had chosen it to sound tough.

“That's right.” Grim extended his hand to Rugan who took it readily. “You our Zhent escort then?”

“I am indeed.”

“You're early, I like that.”

“Funny, not what you said a minute ago,” came Izzy's sharp tongue.

‘My short-tempered lass.’ Rugan worked hard to suppress the look he wanted to shoot her.

“That the cargo?” Rugan glanced over at a group of ceramic vases and statues clustered under a tarp to the far side of the camp.

“That’s right, we weren't expecting you for another few days, but I can have the boys pack them up in a jiff.”

“No need to rush, it's already late in the day so we won't be setting back out tonight. Wouldn't want anything to break if they’re requiring special care.”

This gave Grim pause, he looked to Izzy for an answer.

“Really?” She crossed her arms.

“Throw in an extra twenty electrum for you, little worm.” Grim sneered.

“That's not even close to–”

Rugan held out his hand. “Perhaps in the spirit of cooperation we should forgive past debts. If we're all going to be on the road together, that is.”

“Fine.” She bit out through gritted teeth.

Grim was grinning broadly, confident ‘his’ Zhent sellsword had cowed the woman.

“We'll help with the loading up.” Rugan turned back to the waiting Zhents with a sharp whistle. “Bring ‘er round Olly!”

“Why don't you show him what needs to be done, Alyssa?” Grim smirked.

Wordlessly, Izzy stalked off to the tarp set-up at the side of the farmstead, Rugan followed one step behind.

When they were finally out of earshot she groaned and braced her arms against an open crate, hanging her head low.

“I'm so bloody sick of dealing with this shite on every job.”

Rugan positioned himself such that the two other tomb raiders milling about the camp wouldn't see when he placed his hand on the small of her back.

“There now, lass, it can't be helped. Thugs like these only respect a sword arm. Business at the end of a blade as it were.”

“I always seem to be getting the short end of the stick on that one.” She gave a shuddering sigh as she tried to regain her composure. Rugan's hand smoothed over her back in a tight circle, easing some of the tension she had been holding in.

“Do these actually need any special care or?”

“Hah, no they're just bloody vases mostly. Some bits of statuary.” She swiped at the sweat of her brow. “I mean, do take more care with them than these damned fools. That one urn there was in perfect condition when we found it and now it's got a big split up the side because they thought it was faster to roll it down the stairs.”

“Thought you liked this stuff.”

“I do.” She sounded mournful, almost wounded. “Just can't afford to be precious about it. These bastards aren't exactly museum curators.” She let out another long sigh.

“This frippery really worth as much as you say?”

“Yes, if you can sell them directly in Athkatla, that is. Nobles there are so obsessed with appearances.”

“Vases get them all puffed up, do they?”

“If it's from some ancient temple or Elven villa? Absolutely. I've even seen people pay decently for known fakes, so long as they thought it would fool their party guests.”

“Fucking nobles.” He chuckled at the absurdity.

“Fucking nobles.” She agreed and gave him a tired smile.

“Feeling better, lass?”

“A little. I'm glad it's you that's come.”

“Someone's gotta keep you out of trouble.” With one last gentle press he removed his hand from her and stepped back. “I'll talk to the lads, get sorted on supplies.”

Izzy nodded in response and went back to inspecting the ceramics as he turned to leave.

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“That your girl, innit?” Bellar's voice was low and conspiratorial as Rugan returned to the wagon.

“Aye, going by Alyssa, and as far as we're concerned she's a stranger.”

“Why's that? I like Iz.” Disappointment coloured Olly's voice.

“Well it's a conflict of interest, isn't it?” supplied Sal. “And we don't need our clients knowing that.”

“Suppose that makes sense.”

“Will it be a conflict though?” Bellar looked to Rugan.

“No need for it to come to that.” Rugan did his best to sound reassuring. “We've come to do a job after all. I've volunteered us to help with the loading up.”

“‘Course you have,” muttered Bellar.

Rugan continued on as if he hadn't heard. “Goods are fragile so we're going to need a lot of straw.”

“I saw a farm with hay back the way.” Olly gestured with his thumb.

“Right.” Rugan retrieved a few coins from his purse and handed them to Olly. “Buy what hay you can off them, and if it's not enough, inquire about their neighbours. Bound to be enough around here.”

“Sure.”

“Oh and Olly,” His voice lower now so as not to be overheard. “Take ‘Alyssa’ with you, see what she can tell you about this crew and their affiliations.”

Olly nodded and Rugan put up his hand to flag Izzy down.

“Guess you want us to help with the boxes?” Bellar sighed.

“I do, but don't go working too hard, it's supposed to be their job. Just use it as an excuse to get to chatting with them.”

“Wasn't planning on working hard at all.”

Sal chuckled before agreeing. “We can handle that.”

“You couldn't handle a paperweight,” Bellar clucked as he and Sal moved to approach the raiders.

“Surprised you know what a paperweight is,” came Sal’s counter.

Rugan turned as Izzy approached, his volume increasing enough that they could be overheard. “Lass, my boy Olly here is going to help with fetching supplies if you could direct him.”

“Of course.” She maintained a neutral expression as she climbed up into the driver's box next to Olly, and they set off without a backward glance. Rugan watched them disappear back down the dirt road, relieved to have Izzy away from this lot even for just a little while. 

+++++

As the party set to work, Rugan had made note of the derelict farm's surroundings. The barn was locked up tight with fresh chains, the gleaming metal sat in stark contrast to the many rusted tools laying about. There was also a fresh pile of dirt outside the barn. No doubt the excavation site lay inside.

On closer inspection it was easy to see the farmstead had been built on top of some sort of ruins. Fragments of an old stone wall jutted out from the earth in places, and he recognized those same stones being repurposed in the property's dilapidated farmhouse.

Wandering the perimeter where the length of the field met the edge of the forest, Rugan noticed something else peculiar. A few more short mounds of dirt, these were about seven or eight feet long and five or six hand spans wide. New work, but the dirt had coalesced from the recent rains. They hadn't been dug in the last ten-day, but likely some time this past month.

It had already been late afternoon when they had first arrived, and it was dusk by the time they had finished assembling enough boxes for the cargo. Introductions had been made, and stories swapped between the two groups.

Olly and Izzy had also returned, and both addressed each other cordially. Rugan was glad that while the pair of them were generally terrible liars when questioned directly, they were at least passable at playing pretend.

“Sal,” Rugan called from his position leaning against the barn. The wizard turned to regard him, and he jerked his head to the side indicating Sal should follow. When the pair had rounded the corner away from prying eyes, Rugan slipped into the Zhentil dialect as an added precaution.

“I want you or Olly with Iz at all times.”

“Any particular reason? Besides Grim’s less than stellar first impression I mean.”

“Aye, think I've found their previous contractors buried round back.”

Sal let out a long exasperated breath. “Even when I get put on the easy jobs someone's getting merc’d.”

“Sometimes that's what makes them easy.” Rugan forced a smirk to cover the undercurrent of anxiety he felt trying to fight its way to the surface.

“We can watch her, I'll talk to Olly about it. Sure you don't wanna keep an eye on her yourself?”

“Be too obvious.” He sighed, though he wasn't sure if it would be him or Iz that would falter in the charade.

Sal nodded in understanding, and the pair rejoined the others.

It was an hour or so later when Grim came to sit where Rugan and Bellar were quietly eating by the fire.

“Mind if I join you lads?”

“We're nothing if not hospitable.” Rugan put on his most congenial smile, gesturing to the empty spot on the log beside him.

“Couldn't help but notice your boys trying to cozy up to the little book fucker.” Grim nodded towards the other end of the farmstead campsite where Olly and Sal were quietly speaking with Izzy.

“Ah well, pretty thing like that might make for good company on the road. Can't fault the lads for making the best of it.”

“I'd save my breath if I were them, she's as frigid as they come. Probably as dry as those musty books she lugs around too.”

“Didn't have any luck, I take it?” Rugan chuckled and Bellar watched him obliquely. Though his friend’s face was plastered with a smile, Bellar recognized the anger simmering under the surface.

“Don’t expect anyone to have much luck with a creature more harpy than human. Would you believe she even put traps around her tent at night?”

“You're joking.” Rugan laughed. “I'll have to take you to a proper festhall when we get to the city.”

Grim began rambling on about some misadventures he’d had in the Heartlands over the years. Rugan was only half listening, but he laughed and nodded along in the appropriate places.

Bellar, for his part, was conspicuously quiet, watching Rugan from behind an enthusiastic Grim's shoulder. He didn't speak up until the raider had finally wandered off to chat to his square-jawed compatriot.

“How do you want to handle this?” Bellar moved to take Grim's spot, voice low, watching the raiders as he spoke.

“We're professionals, and we'll behave like it.”

“Will we?”

“Sure, so long as he doesn't raise my ire any further.” Rugan's voice was low and closer to a growl than he would like to admit.

Bellar gave a short dry laugh. “Somehow that seems like a foregone conclusion.”

“Aye, doesn't it just?” A wry smile curled the corners of Rugan's mouth.

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There were no more surprises when setting up camp that night. Sal and Olly dutifully planted their shared tent beside Izzy's and Rugan made a mental note to buy them plenty of drinks at the next opportunity. Grim also seemed to take note of the current arrangement, and while his sour expression gave away his feelings on the matter he was wise enough to not make a complaint. At least not yet.

Watches were organised, and Rugan volunteered himself and Olly to take the last one. Late enough that most of the camp would be deep asleep.

When he felt confident the previous shift wouldn't rouse he turned to Olly for a debriefing of his ride with Iz. He tried to use the coded dialect as he had with Sal.

“What was her read on the group?” Rugan asked, absently poking at the fire.

“She said Grim’s a—umm brag-bragga—? A trumpet?” Olly’s tongue twisting over the words before switching back to common with a frustrated sigh.

“Rugan, can we just do this in common?”

Rugan sighed and rolled his shoulders. The boy was still new to the tongue, and while he understood others well enough his own responses were often stilted and abrupt in this way. They weren't going to get far if Olly stumbled every third word.

“Fine, but keep your voice down, lad. Don't need anyone catching wind of this.”

“Right, so Grim’s a swank.”

“Gathered that much from his tales, go on.”

Olly went on to describe the other crew members. The big meaty bastard with rust coloured hair was Friss. He rarely spoke but was constantly surveilling the others. The scrawny lad was Soren, the youngest of three. Smaller than the others and habitually bullied by them. 

Most importantly, there had been no evidence of them being part of a larger guild or network. Rugan considered this a bit of good luck. Less complications if things played out the way he thought they might.

“This group doesn't exactly seem well read, did she know how they found this place?”

“Apparently robbed some noble on the road, and that's how they found out about the ruins. The rich fellow, he'd done some family research and thought his ancestors used to tend a temple here.”

“What happened to the fellow?”

Olly shrugged. Likely dead and Rugan didn't wanna be in the vicinity in case any fancy relatives came looking.

“Right then, I want you to see what inroads you can make with Soren.”

“Me? I'm no spy.”

“You're close in age, he'll want to talk to you. Don't think of it as some daring thing, just tell him some stories so he opens up a touch. Complain about us a bit.”

“Complain about you?”

“Puts folks at ease if you open up first. If he's got issues with his crew he'll be champing at the bit to say so.”

Olly nodded in understanding. “Alright, I'll try.” Then after a beat. “Suppose there is lots to complain about.”

Rugan huffed. “I'll pretend I didn't hear that last bit.”

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It was a small group as caravans went, only the two wagons, eight people and seven horses. Two horses were hitched to each wagon.

Still, the way was slower going now that their numbers had doubled, especially with the wagons heavily weighted down by vases and small bits of statuary.

To make matters worse, Grim had taken a shine to Rugan. The Zhent’s days were frequently spent feigning interest in one of Grim's oft repeated adventures.

“You know I thought of becoming a Zhent,” Grim would say. “Yeah, seriously considered that, but I enjoy being my own boss too much.” Even Grim's own people looked like they had to bite their tongue when that one was repeated. It was true that the Zhentarim recruited all sorts, but Rugan doubted such a loud-mouth would go a month before finding a knife in his back.

“Used to run with the thieves out of Beregost,” Grim stated matter of factly one morning ‘round breakfast. “They were really small-time though. Yeah didn't wanna expand out of the ‘gost.” Rugan had to fight hard to choke down a laugh when he saw Bellar mouthing ‘the gost’ over Grim’s shoulder. Nobody fucking called Beregost that, and if they did Rugan would eat Olly's scarf.

That particular story seemed to set off Sal, who had over the winter become an expert on all things Amnian.

“Small time!” He had whisper-shouted at Rugan during their watch that night.

“They're a branch of the Shadow Thieves of Amn! The very same that Izzy warned us about in Crimmor. This isn't embellishment anymore, it's outright disinformation.”

Rugan thought enduring that particular story was worth it just to see how it frustrated Sal.

Grim's constant hovering also interfered with Rugan's other tasks. It was near impossible to go over a manifest with his constant nattering. His tinny voice followed Rugan as he inspected wheels and tarps. He couldn't even take a leak without Grim sidling up beside him at some random tree. 

Worst of all, it made it near impossible to sneak a glance at Iz. The most he got to see of her was when he was sitting in the driver seat of the wagon. She sat quietly beside him while they studiously ignored one another, though on more than one occasion she had rested her hand on his knee when Grim’s crew were preoccupied. He could almost pretend they were alone in those moments, sometimes he even dared to place his hand on top of hers.

It was usually at such times that Grim would come riding up to tell Rugan how the Flaming Fist had tried to recruit him, had begged him to join on bended knee. 

“Couldn’t meet my salary expectations though.” Grim would say as Rugan and Izzy surreptitiously disengaged.

At least Olly had made inroads with Soren—the pair often rode side by side at the head of the party, sometimes laughing over some shared joke.

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Rugan was busy tacking up his horse one morning when Bellar spoke up.

“Don't look now, but your best mate is coming round.” He chuckled before wandering off.

Rugan sighed as he finished inspecting his saddle. It seemed Grim was intent on talking his ear off the whole journey back to the Gate.

“Good day to be on the road,” greeted Grim.

Every day on the road with Grim felt like the worst day of his life. “That it is indeed.”

“Now, Zhent, I can see that you're a professional.”

“Aye, that if nothing else.” Rugan agreed with a smile that did not touch his eyes. 

“Can't say the same for your lads.” Grim turned and Rugan followed the man's gaze to where Izzy and Sal were brushing the latter's horse. Rugan chose not to comment.

“Now see, I've a little business proposition for you,” Grim continued.

“Go on then.” He said, knowing full well Grim was about to say something he wouldn't like.

“Well…” Turning back to Rugan, Grim lowered his voice and leaned in close. The man was so obvious about what he was doing it almost seemed like a parody of secrecy. “Seems a waste of supplies to have an extra body around when her part’s already done.”

“You wanna dump the girl in Goulcrest?” Rugan hoped that was all, but he knew better.

“Why part with the coin? Overpriced as she was, even at half the contract. Better to just dump the body in a ditch.” He swiped a dark strand of hair behind his ear with a lopsided grin. Rugan imagined himself dashing Grim’s face against a stone wall, till that grin was broken and jagged.

“That would be outside the terms of our established contract.” His voice was silken, even as he felt himself gritting his teeth. “You've paid us to protect the merchandise, no more, no less.”

“You drive a hard bargain. Half her coin is yours when the job is done.”

“Respectfully—” Respect was in fact the last thing he felt for Grim. “No.”

And even if it hadn't been Iz, if it had been some passerby he had no compunctions over killing, even then he would've expected to keep the full purse plus fee. 

“Just think it over, it's a good chunk of coin.” Grim clapped him on the shoulder before wandering back to his own horse.

“Still want to be professional?” Bellar, who had of course been eavesdropping, appeared at Rugan’s side. “Not particularly, but we’ll see if he drops the issue.” Rugan tried to shake out the tension in his shoulders as he said it. “Doubt it.” Bellar chuckled before mounting his own horse. Rugan had a feeling Bellar was right and a vengeful part of him looked forward to it.

[uraandri]

BOŽE koliko mrzim ove majmune koji izmišljaju nove reči koje su em netačne em glupe ko kurac i koje vrlo često već postoje, kao ono za prilog. Moraš da imaš manje od miligrama mozga da tretiraš pozajmljenice kao najveći problem s jezikom umesto činjenice da deca ne umeju jebeno da pišu. Reč košmar je direktno preuzeta iz francuskog a sintagma noćna mora je pojava u skoro svakom evropskom jeziku u obliku mare, Mahr, mara itd, jel to znači da nam treba "nova srBska reč!!11" i za to? Možda zlospavačluk ili tako nekakvo sranje? Vlada je puna debila, narod je pun debila, dijaspora je puna debila i to se najviše ogleda u činjenici da više ne umemo da pričamo. Izvini za ovoliku poruku.

ne ne ne tebi hvala za ovu poruku jer sve si ispravno rekla/rekao i ako želiš možeš još da pričaš moje poštansko sanduče™ je uvek otvoreno. pitanje pozajmljenica mi je uvek omiljeno jer iz ljudi uvek izvlači najgluplja moguća mišljenja i najlakše otkriva koliko zapravo ne znaju ništa o sopstvenom jeziku

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NEMIRNO MORE U MENI

More, naročito ono nemirno, je, nekako, uvek na čudan način živelo u meni. Tu vezu ne znam jasno da objasnim osim, možda time, što su neki moji preci , došli u ove krajeve, upravo sa mora, pa se taj gen „zapatio“ i u meni.

Ne znam kako se to dogodilo, možda je došlo vreme da shvatim da sam“žena svojih godina“, tek ovogodišnji boravak na moru kao da mi je otvorio neke dotad nepoznate vidike : bilo je tu : svesti o prolaznosti života, srećnih trenutaka, koje, ponekad, nisam znala da prepoznam, lepote, tuge...svega. Kažu da u životu, naročito u zrelim godinama, iz nas, iz svega što smo godinama, što svesno, što nesvesno „ubacivali“ u sebe, odjednom neka sila, kao sto more izbacuje za olujnih dana svašta iz svojih dubina,koje je bilo pokriveno, ko zna koliko dugo, naslagama peska i mulja, izbaci iz nas sve što smo tu gomilali, kao u neke fioke koje, mislili smo, nikada nećemo ni otvarati i onda, gotovo prvi put, spoznajemo svoju pravu ličnost, prisetimo se zaboravljanih želja, nedosanjanih snova, propuštenih prilika, ljudi koje nismo umeli da volimo, jer se i ljubav, kao i sve ostalo uči čitavog života,onih koji su „otišli“ pre nego smo mogli da shvatimo koliko će nam biti teško bez njih...setimo se tada i planova, mnogo njih, za koje smo mislili da ćemo imati vremena da ih ostvarujemo...

Kao devojčica, mašta mi nije nikad nedostajala, sam zamišljala da sam se, u nekom prošlom životu, ne sluteći da i u ovom jednom koji nam je dat živimo mnogo njih, rodila na moru i gotovo čulno osećala miris mora i četinara, huku talasa koji se nadmeću koji može više prebaciti do obale. Takva „morska“devojčica morala je imati, mislila sam, i neko „morsko“ ime, kao Ena, Iva, Una, Kate, Mare... Ne znam zašto sam uobražavala da te žene sa mora moraju imati kratka imena, jer, mislila sam, ta velika prostranstva i plavetnilo, ta nestavarna lepota, ne“trpi“ još nešto veliko kao dugačko ime. Najradije sam tu novostvorenu devojčicu u meni nazivala Una( jedna i jedina).Moram da priznam da i danas čeznem da se tako zovem.

Moja tadašnja putovanja na more bila su kao odlazak u zemlju „iza ogledala“. Sedela bih zanesena na obali i sve morske plime i oseke sam osećala i u svom „unutrašnjem“ moru. Pretvarala bih se u svojoj mašti u školjku čvrsto pičvršćena uz svoju stenu , koju bih, najpre pripitomila kao Mali princ svoju ružu. Kada bi se ta stena pretvorila u običan kamen, more me je nosilo na drugu, snažnu stenu ,čija bi me nežnost večno čuvala.

Kako sam odrastala, more sam volela na jedan realan način: bila sam uzbuđena i nervozna pred odlazak, predavala sam mu se za vreme boravka, i malo plakala, kao i sve žene, na rastanku. Naravno, uvek je nešto ostajalo tamo, ono što se samo pod tim nebom i pred tim talasima može doživeti. Nekad je ostajala pesma, nikad zaboravljena, kao ona koju sam, jedne večeri čula, na palubi broda, kojim sam plovila: „Ju te san se zaljubija“. Postoji li tuga sa primesama sreće, srećna tuga? Ako postoji, onda je to ono što osećam kad je slušam. Pune su „fioke“ tih uspomena :Frančesko, s kojim sam se čitavo jedno leto sporazumevala samo naslovima italijanskih pesama (koji su uvek tako romantični). Kao“Dio, come ti amo“, Se piangi, se ridi...

Kako vreme prolazi, hvata se neka melanholija oko srca, jer sve više shvatam prolaznost svega, pa i morske čarolije, od koje smo živeli čitave godine. Volela sam ukus soli, na svojoj koži, kosu koja postaje boje zrelog žita, preplanulu kožu...

A sada , sad je sasvim drugo. Posmatram more i pišem, već rutinski, dok, neočekivano ne„provali“ neki događaj iz davnih „morskih“ dana i shvatam da i posle svega „nije umrlo srce“...

text author: Tanja Petrović Krivokapić

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im gnna rb this after bc ive gotten a few askz abt it but n e wayz i had thiz gf n she waz liek. yk. a person. she started off v funne n playful but then she lowk?? got mean but she waz nice 2 me n i had a low self esteem so i waz liek awesome babyyy

anywayz she rlly liked gore n horror n shit which waz cool then liek a few monthz intonour relationship she goez i think i have a blood kink n im liek. Huh n to clarify mare and mare's followerz, i do NAWT kink shame but maybe i should have. i was liek Thatz Interesting Hunny and i tried 2 push it out my mind bc uhm. IDK !!! she said she fet like she waz a bad person j i waz liek?? Why bc itz a Kink and itd be like consensual and she waz like i dunno n i said Okay

anywayz SHE STARTZ SENDING ME GORE. like not. not horror gore like REAL SHIT and im like hey ahahahahah these r like real people agahahaha why are you sending these ahahahah THEN SHE GASLIT ME INTO THINKING I WAX TERRIBLE FOR NOT LETTING HER EXPRESS HERSELF !!!! and i waz liek ok sorry:( and then itz our hmm i wanna say sixth month lil milestone then she dropz thst she ACTUALLY wantz 2 be a cannibal. Liek real.

and im like. Hah. What. n she goez yayaya pls dont think differently of ke i have standardz. STANDARDZ FOR PPL SHE WANTZ 2 EATTTT !!!! WHAT .... im liek what the hell n she sayz thst she would never eat me lile BITCH I HOPE NOT !!! but yeah uhm. idk tbh i thougut it was a phase !!!! but lowk she just got worse as a person too (besidez the cannibal stuff) and i eventually waz like woah youre a bad person AND A CANNIBAL and i broke it off after a year but thru the time she would like ???? drink her OWN blood ig???? IDK WHY

she asked me one time for some if id be comfortable and i. DID NAWT give her aby bc i was FREAKED OIT and she said i was dramatic but yeah idk how shez doing she probably did eat n kill someone by now bc ong she said shed eat her own finger if she could n i waz like ok.

therez a shit ton of other thingz i have but too lazy to type them out but i got kore if thiz iz interesting enough

THISNEDED AFTER ONE YEAR?????A WHOLEYEARR WITH MS CANNIBAL............you are literally the most misforunate soul on this plaent thats so freaky like...

this is. that's. idk what i expected when i heard Cannibal Ex but holy shit that is one Cannibal Ex right htere!!!! I guess I can't talk mad shit here because while nobody ive ever dated has been at THAT LEVEL my current gf relaly likes blood for some reason but like she's pretty normal about that she just think it has a nice scent ???? idk she's normal THIS IS NOT NORMAL .

cannot get over her saying she has standards for her cannibalism like ok ms ethics ms law and order....LIKE WHAT IS THIS BEHAIVORR HELLO????

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2023/03/19 Una niña que iba a la fuenta a por agua nos contó la historia del pueblo y nos animó a que nos asomáramos a las ventanas de la muralla para ver el mar. Mi amiguita se encontró con un paisano y estuvo hablando un rato sobre el estado de las cosas en su país natal.

A girl who was going to the fountain for water told us the history of the town and encouraged us to look out the windows of the wall to see the sea. My girlfriend met a fellow countryman and talked for a while about the state of things in her home country.

Google Translation into French: Une fille qui allait chercher de l'eau à la fontaine nous a raconté l'histoire de la ville et nous a encouragés à regarder par les fenêtres du mur pour voir la mer. Ma copine a rencontré un compatriote et a parlé un moment de l'état des choses dans son pays natal.

Google translation into Italian: Una ragazza che è andata a prendere l'acqua alla fontana ci ha raccontato la storia della città e ci ha incoraggiato ad affacciarci alle finestre nel muro per vedere il mare e lo stato delle cose nel suo paese natale.

Google Translation into Portuguese: Uma rapariga que foi buscar água à fonte contou-nos a história da cidade e encorajou-nos a olhar pelas janelas na parede para ver o mar, estado de coisas no seu país natal.

Google Translation into German: Ein Mädchen, das Wasser aus dem Brunnen holte, erzählte uns die Geschichte der Stadt und ermutigte uns, durch die Fenster in der Mauer auf das Meer zu schauen. Meine Freundin traf einen Landsmann und unterhielt sich eine Weile über den Stand der Dinge in ihrer Heimat.

Google Translation into Albanisch: Një vajzë që mori ujë nga pusi na tregoi historinë e qytetit dhe na inkurajoi të shikonim detin nga dritaret në mur. Shoqja ime u takua me një bashkatdhetare dhe bisedoi pak për gjendjen e punëve në atdheun e saj.

Google Translation into Armenian: Մի աղջիկ, ով ջրհորից ջուր էր բերել, պատմեց մեզ քաղաքի պատմությունը և խրախուսեց մեզ նայել ծովին պատի պատուհաններից: Ընկերուհիս հանդիպեց մի հայրենակցի և մի պահ խոսեց իր հայրենիքում տիրող իրավիճակի մասին:

Google Translation into Bulgarian: Едно момиче, което донесе вода от кладенеца, ни разказа историята на града и ни насърчи да погледнем морето през прозорците в стената. Моя приятелка се срещна с една сънародничка и си поговорихме известно време за състоянието на нещата в нейната родина.

Google Translation into Czech: Dívka, která nabírala vodu ze studny, nám vyprávěla historii města a povzbuzovala nás, abychom se okny ve zdi dívali na moře. Moje kamarádka se seznámila s krajankou a chvíli si povídala o stavu věcí v její vlasti.

Google Translation into Croatian: Djevojka koja je donosila vodu iz bunara ispričala nam je povijest grada i potaknula nas da gledamo more kroz prozore u zidu. Moja prijateljica srela je sunarodnjakinju i malo razgovarala o stanju u njezinoj domovini.

Google Translation into Danish En pige, der hentede vand fra brønden, fortalte os byens historie og opfordrede os til at se på havet gennem vinduerne i muren. Min veninde mødte en landsmand og talte et stykke tid om tingenes tilstand i sit hjemland.

Google Translation into Slovak: Dievča, ktoré naberalo vodu zo studne, nám porozprávalo históriu mesta a povzbudilo nás, aby sme sa cez okná v stene pozerali na more. Moja kamarátka sa stretla s krajankou a chvíľu sa rozprávala o stave v jej domovine.

Google Translation into Slovenian: Dekle, ki je prinašalo vodo iz vodnjaka, nam je pripovedovalo zgodovino mesta in nas spodbudilo, da skozi okna v zidu pogledamo morje. Prijateljica je srečala rojakinjo in se nekaj časa pogovarjala o stanju v njeni domovini.

Google Translation into Estonian: Tüdruk, kes kaevust vett tõi, rääkis meile linna ajaloost ja julgustas meid läbi seinas oleva akende merd vaatama. Sõbranna kohtus kaasmaalasega ja rääkis mõnda aega kodumaa asjade seisust.

Google Translation into Suomi: Tyttö, joka haki vettä kaivosta, kertoi meille kaupungin historiasta ja kannusti meitä katsomaan merta seinän ikkunoista. Ystäväni tapasi maanmiehensä ja puhui hetken kotimaansa tilanteesta.

Google Translation into Greek: Ένα κορίτσι που έφερε νερό από το πηγάδι μας είπε την ιστορία της πόλης και μας παρότρυνε να κοιτάξουμε τη θάλασσα από τα παράθυρα στον τοίχο. Η φίλη μου συνάντησε μια συμπατριώτισσά της και μίλησε για λίγο για την κατάσταση στην πατρίδα της.

Google Translation into Dutch: Een meisje dat water uit de put haalde, vertelde ons de geschiedenis van de stad en moedigde ons aan om door de ramen in de muur naar de zee te kijken. Mijn vriendin ontmoette een landgenote en praatte een tijdje over de stand van zaken in haar vaderland.

Google Translation into Norwegian: En jente som hentet vann fra brønnen fortalte oss byens historie og oppmuntret oss til å se på havet gjennom vinduene i veggen. Venninnen min møtte en landsmann og snakket en stund om tingenes tilstand i hjemlandet.

Google Translation into Polish: Dziewczyna, która przynosiła wodę ze studni, opowiedziała nam historię miasteczka i zachęciła do patrzenia na morze przez okna w murze. Moja koleżanka spotkała się z rodaczką i chwilę porozmawiała o stanie rzeczy w jej ojczyźnie.

Google Translation into Romanian: O fată care a luat apă de la fântână ne-a povestit istoria orașului și ne-a îndemnat să privim marea prin ferestrele din zid. Prietena mea s-a întâlnit cu un compatriot și a vorbit o vreme despre starea de lucruri din patria ei.

Google Translation into Russian: Девушка, принесшая воду из колодца, рассказала нам историю города и призвала нас смотреть на море через окна в стене. Моя подруга встретила соотечественницу и немного поговорила о положении дел на ее родине.

Google Translation into Serbian: Девојка која је донела воду из бунара испричала нам је историју града и охрабрила нас да погледамо море кроз прозоре у зиду. Моја другарица је упознала сународнику и причала је неко време о стању ствари у њеној домовини.

Google Translation into Swedish: En tjej som hämtade vatten från brunnen berättade om stadens historia och uppmuntrade oss att titta på havet genom fönstren i väggen. Min vän träffade en landsman och pratade en stund om läget i sitt hemland.

Google Translation into Turkish: Kuyudan su getiren bir kız bize kasabanın tarihini anlattı ve duvardaki pencerelerden denize bakmamızı teşvik etti. Arkadaşım bir yurttaşla tanıştı ve bir süre anavatanındaki durum hakkında konuştu.

Google Translation into Ukrainian: Дівчина, яка принесла воду з колодязя, розповіла нам історію міста і заохотила дивитися на море через вікна в стіні. Моя подруга зустріла землячку і трохи поговорила про стан справ на її батьківщині.

Google Translation into Arabic: أخبرتنا فتاة كانت تجلب الماء من البئر عن تاريخ المدينة وشجعتنا على النظر إلى البحر من خلال النوافذ في الجدار. التقت صديقتي بأحد مواطنيها وتحدثت لفترة عن الوضع في وطنها.

Google Translation into Bengali: একটি মেয়ে যে কূপ থেকে জল নিয়ে এসেছিল সে আমাদের শহরের ইতিহাস বলেছিল এবং দেওয়ালের জানালা দিয়ে সমুদ্রের দিকে তাকাতে উত্সাহিত করেছিল। আমার বন্ধু একজন স্বদেশীর সাথে দেখা করেছিল এবং তার জন্মভূমির অবস্থা সম্পর্কে কিছুক্ষণ কথা বলেছিল।

Google Translation into Simplified Chinese: 一个从井里打水的女孩给我们讲了小镇的历史，还鼓励我们透过墙上的窗户看海。 我的朋友遇到了一位同胞��聊了一会儿她家乡的情况。

Google Translation into Korean: 우물에서 물을 긷던 소녀가 우리에게 마을의 역사를 알려주고 벽에 있는 창문을 통해 바다를 보라고 권했습니다. 내 친구는 동포를 만났고 잠시 동안 그녀의 고향의 정세에 대해 이야기했습니다.

Google Translation into Hebrew: ילדה שהביאה מים מהבאר סיפרה לנו את ההיסטוריה של העיירה ועודדה אותנו להביט לים דרך החלונות שבקיר. חברתי פגשה בת ארצה ודיברה זמן מה על מצב העניינים במולדתה.

Google Translation into Hindi: कुएं से पानी लाने वाली एक लड़की ने हमें शहर का इतिहास बताया और हमें दीवार में लगी खिड़कियों से समुद्र को देखने के लिए प्रोत्साहित किया। मेरी सहेली ने एक हमवतन से मुलाकात की और कुछ समय के लिए अपनी मातृभूमि की स्थिति के बारे में बात की।

Google Translation into Indonesian: Seorang gadis yang mengambil air dari sumur memberi tahu kami sejarah kota dan mendorong kami untuk melihat laut melalui jendela di dinding. Teman saya bertemu dengan seorang rekan senegaranya dan berbicara sebentar tentang keadaan di tanah airnya.

Google Translation into Japanese: 井戸から水を汲んでいた女の子が町の歴史を教えてくれて、壁の窓から海を眺めるように勧めてくれました。 私の友人は同胞に会い、母国の情勢についてしばらく話しました。

Google Translation into Kyrgyz: Кудуктан суу ташып келген кыз шаардын тарыхын айтып берип, дубалдагы терезелерден деңизди кароого үндөдү. Досум бир жердешибизге жолугуп, анын мекениндеги абал тууралуу бир аз маектешти.

Google Translation into Malay: Seorang gadis yang mengambil air dari perigi memberitahu kami sejarah bandar itu dan menggalakkan kami melihat laut melalui tingkap di dinding. Rakan saya bertemu rakan senegara dan bercakap sebentar tentang keadaan di tanah airnya.

Google Translation into Mongolian: Худагнаас ус татсан охин бидэнд хотын түүхийг ярьж, хана�� дахь цонхоор далайг харахыг уриалав. Найз маань нутаг нэгт залуутай уулзаж, нутгийнх нь байдал ямар байгаа талаар хэсэг ярилцлаа.

Google Translation into Nepali: इनारबाट पानी लिएर आएकी एउटी केटीले हामीलाई सहरको इतिहास सुनाइन् र पर्खालमा रहेको झ्यालबाट समुन्द्र हेर्न आग्रह गरिन् । मेरो साथीले एक स्वदेशीलाई भेटे र उनको मातृभूमिको अवस्थाको बारेमा केही बेर कुरा गरे।

Google Translation into Panjabi: ਖੂਹ ਤੋਂ ਪਾਣੀ ਲੈ ਕੇ ਆਈ ਇੱਕ ਕੁੜੀ ਨੇ ਸਾਨੂੰ ਸ਼ਹਿਰ ਦਾ ਇਤਿਹਾਸ ਦੱਸਿਆ ਅਤੇ ਸਾਨੂੰ ਕੰਧ ਦੀਆਂ ਖਿੜਕੀਆਂ ਰਾਹੀਂ ਸਮੁੰਦਰ ਨੂੰ ਵੇਖਣ ਲਈ ਉਤਸ਼ਾਹਿਤ ਕੀਤਾ। ਮੇਰਾ ਦੋਸਤ ਇੱਕ ਹਮਵਤਨ ਨੂੰ ਮਿਲਿਆ ਅਤੇ ਕੁਝ ਸਮੇਂ ਲਈ ਉਸ ਦੇ ਵਤਨ ਦੀ ਸਥਿਤੀ ਬਾਰੇ ਗੱਲ ਕੀਤੀ।

Google Translation into Pashtun: یوې نجلۍ چې له کوهي څخه یې اوبه راوړې، موږ ته یې د ښار تاریخ بیان کړ او موږ یې وهڅول چې په دیوال کې د کړکیو له لارې سمندر ته وګورو. زما ملګري د یو هیوادوال سره ولیدل او د خپل هیواد د وضعیت په اړه یې یو څه خبرې وکړې.

Google Translation into Persian: دختری که از چاه آب آورد، تاریخ شهر را برایمان تعریف کرد و ما را تشویق کرد که از پنجره های دیوار به دریا نگاه کنیم. دوستم با یکی از هموطنان ملاقات کرد و مدتی در مورد وضعیت وطنش صحبت کرد.

Google Translation into Sundanese: Hiji mojang anu fetched cai tina sumur ngawartoskeun kami sajarah kota jeung wanti urang pikeun nempo laut ngaliwatan jandéla dina témbok. Babaturan kuring pendak sareng sabangsa sareng ngobrol sakedik ngeunaan kaayaan di tanah airna.

Google Translation into Tagalog: Isang batang babae na umiigib ng tubig sa balon ang nagsabi sa amin ng kasaysayan ng bayan at hinimok kaming tumingin sa dagat sa pamamagitan ng mga bintana sa dingding. Nakilala ng aking kaibigan ang isang kababayan at nakipag-usap sandali tungkol sa estado ng mga pangyayari sa kanyang tinubuang-bayan.

Google Translation into Thai: เด็กผู้หญิงที่มาตักน้ำจากบ่อน้ำเล่าให้เ��าฟังเกี่ยวกับประวัติศาสตร์ของเมืองและกระตุ้นให้เรามองทะเลผ่านหน้าต่างที่ผนัง เพื่อนของฉันได้พบกับเพื่อนร่วมชาติและพูดคุยเกี่ยวกับสถานการณ์ในบ้านเกิดของเธออยู่พักหนึ่ง

Google Translation into Urdu: کنویں سے پانی لانے والی ایک لڑکی نے ہمیں قصبے کی تاریخ بتائی اور دیوار میں لگی کھڑکیوں سے سمندر کو دیکھنے کی ترغیب دی۔ میرے دوست نے ایک ہم وطن سے ملاقات کی اور اپنے وطن کے حالات کے بارے میں کچھ دیر بات کی۔

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Horror & Edgy Neopronouns

CW: Illegal activity. TW: Violent actions, murder, stalking, body parts, weapons, and religious themes. A lot of the content in here triggered me so be careful if you want to look at this list. (And before you ask, yes, I am fine. You learn to cope.)

Of course, I don't approve of anything in this list, and this list isn't meant to glamorize those who have mental issues or violent tendencies. I have issues with violence and mental issues. Sometimes, it just helps. If there are any words you think should be added (or removed) feel free to send in an ask.

Note: Try putting a suffix on some words, like -ful or -less. Gives you plenty more options. Also, every new beginning letter will be bolded and with a new color for reading ease.

Pronouns (including emojis, not including extras like parentheses or alternatives): 443

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abandon

abyss

accelerate

again

alive

alley(way)

anarchy

anger

apart

apocalypse

arm

arson

ash(phalt)

attic

away

awful

awry

axe

back(alley/rooms)

bait

bat

beast

beat(down)

beg

belittle

behead

bet

bite

blade

blaze

blood

body

boil

bomb

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wrong

wrought

yank

yell

yelp

zero

zombie

[ask-fish-fuzzle]

Are you interested in mares or stallions? In terms of dating.

BUT IN TERMS OF SEXUALITY I NOT REALLY KNOW.ALL I KNOW IZ I'M kHAPPY WITH MULBERRY.

[upoznavanje]

Definicija muškosti i muževnost se stalno menja i evoluira zajedno sa vremenom u kojem živimo. Međutim, definitivno su prošla su vremena kada su se samo muškarci sa jakim bradama, koji su vozili robusne automobile, bili finansijski potkovani i željni borbe i agresije smatrani jakim muškarcima. I, sa ovom konstantno promenljivom pričom o tome šta snaga kod muškaraca zaista podrazumeva i ko su „pravi“ muškarci, postoje, naravno, i ljudi koji nisu u stanju da se nose sa time, te muškarce koje su snažni mešaju sa slabim muškarcima, o čemu više možete pročitati u našem drugom članku. Snažni muškarci su neverovatni partneri. Oni su fantastični prijatelji, članovi porodice i još mnogo toga. Ali, neke žene mogu imati poteškoća da prihvate novi trend muškosti i sve karakteristike koje jednog muškarca zaista čine snažnim. U nastavku, sledi 10 karaktertistika snažnog muškarca, kako vam ne bi iskliznuo iz ruke kada ga pronađete. Ko su "pravi" muškarci? Razni sajtovi, knjige i časopisi nude savete, definišu šta čini jednog muškarca privlačnim ženama, snažnim i muževnim i obično se bave kombinacijom poslovnog ili finansijskog uspeha, zajedno sa određenom dozom fizičke privlačnosti. Morate da se oblačite na pravi način, vozite pravi automobil, koristite najnoviji losion posle brijanja ili parfem koji obara sa nogu. Iako je to sve sigurno plus, snažnog, pravog muškarca ne čini njegov posao. On nije ono koliko novca ima u banci. Nije auto koji vozi, a njegova snaga se ne ogleda u sadržaju njegovog novčanika. Zaista snažan muškarac prepoznaje se po svojim vrlinama i upravo ta reč na engleskom (virtue) potiče od latinske reči za muškarca - vir. Slučajnost? Ne bih rekla. 10 karakteristika koje imaju pravi muškarci Pravi muškarci imaju mnogo toga da ponude, bilo da se radi o partnerskim odnosima, njihovom radnom mestu ili njima samima. Žene koje ne mogu da se nose sa njima sigurno propuštaju mnogo, ali ovi muškarci ne mare za to. Umesto toga, rado čekaju dok ne dođe prava osoba koja će njihove vrline umeti da ceni i prepozna. Ko su “pravi muškarci” i kako da ih prepoznate? Sledi 10 karakteristika snažnog muškarca, na koje treba da obratite pažnju: On je džentlmen Samo jedan džentlmen je vredan jedne dame. Snažan i pravi muškarac treba da ima osnovne manire - bude ljubazan, pun poštovanja, i pažljiv prema potrebama žene. Ovo takođe uključuje klasično džentlmensko ponašanje kao što je otvaranje vrata, uzimanje njenog kaputa, itd. Džentlmeni nikada ne prelaze granicu pristojnosti i strpljivi su. Svi bismo živeli u boljem svetu, kada bi svi muškarci imali ovu karakteristiku snažnog muškarca i bili obzirni džentlmeni. Danas stvari uglavnom ne stoje tako, stoga se muškarci koji imaju ovaj kvalitet ističu i to je upravo ono što ih čini pravim, snažnim muškarcima. Traži i pruža iskrenost i direktnost Snažan i pravi muškarac ne vidi nikakvu svrhu toga da kruži kao kiša oko Kragujevca da bi vam nešto saopštio, te izrazio svoje emocije ili mišljenje. On želi jasnu i otvorenu komunikaciju u svakom trenutku. On ne vidi smisao u zamagljivanju istine slatkorečivošću ili lažima. Ne plaši se da stane iza svojih osećanja i postupaka. To je zato što i sam ceni iskrenu, konstruktivnu istinu i to pruža zauzvrat. Kao takav, snažan muškarac će: Reći nekome direktno ako ima problem sa njima Prihvatati svaki oblik konstruktivne kritike Buti iskren u pogledu njihovih emocija, osećanja, potreba i želja, bez straha od osude Ne voli igrice i nagoveštaje, već jasno staviti do znanja šta želi i tražiti isto Preuzima stvari u svoje ruke Pravi muškarac ne beži od liderskih uloga. Pravi muškarci su više nego srećni da preuzmu uzde i svu odgovornost koja sa time dolazi, jer je se ne plaše. Oni umeju da preuzmu inicijativu (kada treba) i ulože sve napore koji su potrebni da stvari uspeju. Ne plaše se da rade na vezi, oplemenjuju je i budu inicijatori. Mnoge žene imaju loša iskustva jer su ih dominantni muškarci tretirali inferiorno. Stoga, neke žene mogu pogrešno protumačiti prirodne liderske sposobnosti snažnog muškarca kao čin seksizma.

Ali, to nisu snažni muškarci, jer će pravi muškarac to raditi smisleno i onda kada treba, sa vama pod svojom rukom. Zna šta želi Biti neodlučan i “ni tamo – ni vamo” je oduvek bio nepoželjan kvalitet, bez obzira koji pol je u pitanju. Zato je jedna od karakteristika pravog muškaca to da zna tačno šta je to što želi i ne okleva da ka tome ide. Pravi muškarac je u kontaktu sa svojim emocijama i analizira svoje želje i potrebe, razmišljajući o postupcima, da bi otkrio šta želi. To ne znači da je sve shvatio. Umesto toga, to pokazuje da je svestan svog smera u životu i da zna gde ga srce vodi i da se ne plaši ka tome da ide. Neko ko ga usporava ili sprečava da stigne tamo gde želi, neće se dugo zadržati. To isto važi i za veze: snažan muškarac nikada neće učiniti da se pitate na čemu ste – ukoliko vas želi, to ćete jasno znati. Ceni mir, ne nasilje Nasilje nikada nije odgovor, a snažan muškarac vrlo dobro zna da ne mora da koristi svoje mišiće da bi dokazao svoje sposobnosti. Iako dugo vlada zabluda da su pravi muškarci oni koji su fizički snažni, snažni i pravi muškarci su zapravo oni koji umeju da budu staloženi, razumni i koriste svoju inteligenciju i sposobnosti da reše situacije. Snažan muškarac nije rob svojim impulsima i emocijama, jer zna da je biranje bitaka, pronalaženje kompromisa i promovisanje razumevanja i mira ono što je mudro i ispravno. Ambiciozan je Snažan muškarac je veoma ambiciozan. Ova karakteristika snažnih muškaraca često se pogrešno tumači kao da će ambicioznost u pogledu karijere pravom muškarcu biti na prvom mestu, što nije uvek dobro i što bi neke žene mogle da zamere, jer to automatski snižava njihovu poziciju na lestvici prioriteta. Ali, snažan muškarac zna vrednost ravnoteže, stoga će rado izbalansirati svoje karijerne ambicije i porodični život kada je u posvećenoj vezi, jer zna da ceni važnost i vrednost oba aspekta, zna da jedno bez drugog ne donosi sreću, i ambiciozan je u svakom pogledu - ne samo karijernom. Zna da ide ka onome što mu je važno u životu i to je karakteristika pravih muškaraca. Source link

[d-razvan]

Dragonland - The Black Mare (2011)

Există de ceva vreme prin scrierile muzicale o modă cu iz de brevitate. Prin urmare, poate că avea dreptate și acel Youtube-er care zicea că-i cel mai șmecher ascultător din istorie pentru că el își pune căștile la care se auddoar grohăiturile umanoizilor din Neanderthal. Desigur, ne referim mai degrabă la scrierile autohtone. Unde, dacă s-a nimerit să pui mâna pe nu știu ce album optzecist,…

[rtssaa]

29th of January 2006

My sister Maree, paraded around the house in her new secondary uniform waiting to be fitted into her navy school pants, while I had my dress measured just above my knees, getting pinned. She was exuding the confidence of a pre-teen brat, it was driving me insane. Rolling my eyes, huffing and puffing to get this over and done with.

My baby sister Louise following doing the same repetitive movements found it funny, in her new primary school uniform. My little brother Pete was fixated to his PlayStation 2 game. Pressing them to move out the way of the tv.

“Mum, please tell Maree and Loui to quit it.” I asked mum impatiently.

“Tell them to move out the way while you’re at it.” Pete followed trying to see the screen from the their butts waving in-front of the screen.

Frustrated, mum, pricked herself in the finger with a needle “Why don’t you all knock it off so I can get this done quicker” she huffed, sucking the prick mark.

“I really don’t think it’s going to matter if the dress length is below the knees anyway. I wasn’t planning on flashing a leg to anyone on my first day.” I struggled to keep still, driving my mother mental.

“She’s absolutely right! She doesn’t have much of a leg to show off anyway, the short stack!” Maree smirkingly stated as I threw a pillow at her. “It’s a thyroid thing!” I huffed, she laughed as I missed.

“Iz, Bub, I’m almost done if you can quit making a fuss.” Mum said, pinning more sharp items into her finger rather in my dress.

“I’m not making a fuss, you’re the one doing this last minute, we’ve had these uniforms for about a month, we should have done this earlier, not the day before school starts!” Mum was use to hearing my complaints, but I could tell when she was zoned out of anything I was saying due to her humming “Mr. Sandman” in a subtle pitch.

“Relax Iz, after this year it’s not like you’re gonna have your dress taken up anymore.” The quips from Maree kept coming, fueling my annoyance with her further. I wanted to ring her little pre-pubescent throat.

“I really hope puberty is kinder to you Mar-ee, especially you being so much younger than the rest of your class, wouldn’t want them zoning in on any of your shortcomings, trust me. Year 7 girls are a pack of cu…Uhhhow” I was suddenly cut off by mum whacking my leg so hard I bit my tongue.

“That is quite enough of that thank you! We are done now, will you please get off the coffee table and adjust your attitude Elizabeth…Maree, get up here now! thank-you, it’s your turn, and quit taunting Iz.” Mum held her grounding gaze, eyeing Maree off as I hopped off the coffee table, and she jumped up.

I stormed into my small shared room I had to live in with Maree, sharing a bedroom on a bunk was bad enough, but having to share my double bed with her during this extremely exhausting heatwave felt so much worse. It was only for a short time according to my parents, who kept assuring me they would be building their new home on their acreage soon enough. Much like my patience, my space was getting smaller as I was getting pushed out of bed at 3am in the morning, pushed and jabbed in her sleep. Driving the tensions between her and I to a boiling point.

I changed into my denim shorts and a grey t-shirt, chucking on my sandles, hanging my school dress up to hand to my mum.

I opened the small closet we shared to get a cap. The space was smaller than our room, packed with so much stuff belonging to us both. I could not wait to get my own room, with my own closet and sleep in my own bed without having to share. Unfortunately we would be years off before the builders even pore the slab on the land at this rate. Waiting on loans and permits. Exhausting both my parents as much as Maree and my complaints about sharing this crawl space together.

I decided to take a walk to Cooinda Park, which was just a hop and a skip away from my house. I walked out with no warning which I knew my mum hated because it was such a new town to us. Walked down the front porch, on the hot concrete and down the drive way on to the foot path of McKenzie Street West. The sun was so seething hot on my skin, but I felt so trapped in that house I didn’t feel a care in the world if I got sunburnt. I’d be the Cancer Councils worst nightmare if they knew I walked out without a hat or sunscreen. I knew there was shade at the park anyways, trees I could sit under, the swing was even perfectly shaded under the tree.

Sometimes I would take my headphones on my iPod mini, pump up the music and swing for hours till sun down. It was an empty part for the moral majority which is what I enjoyed about it. They even had a hill I would lay at the bottom of behind it, so I would have more privacy. The little oasis I found of my own for the small part. It had a bike path that would go through most of Kangaroo Flat leading down past Golden Square Pool, all the way through closer to town. I started walking myself that way, purely for the quiet. Frustrated mum a fair bit if she found out because rumour had it there had been young girls even adult woman attacked on the route near the BMX tracks that the trail led to in Kangaroo Flat. Rumours were similar to the tracks in Eaglehawk and White Hills.

I decided to lay in my spot, the nicest patch I could find under a small slither of grass, it was the day to relax before facing tomorrow’s woes. I put in my headphones pumping up the music as loud as I could so the outside noises could not enter in my space.

I closed my eyes bathing in the very little breeze the southerly could provide on this hot day. Imaging I was winning award for a Best Selling Fiction Novel. In this beautiful black gown with a long train and a slit to show of the leg I know I will have one day despite Marees opinion. Every person who ever doubted me was there, praising me; wanting autographs and pictures.

“We were so wrong about you Iz, you are the smartest and most unique character we have ever met!” They would chant from outside the red velvet rope.

Danny Rome my long time crush since primary was even there in his black tuxedo, handing me a long stem black rose, as cliche as that sounded in my head. “Marry me Iz, we will move to New York, live in a loft and have 9 childr…” wait “two children, I’ll cook you breakfast in bed, and we can vacation in Italy every year…” -

“Excuse me?” I was so rudely interrupted by a boyish voice, noticing my headphones had fallen out of my years. I opened my eyes by the light managed to surpass the trees blinding me, making it difficult to see his face. I held my hand up to block the sun hoping I could see him a lot more clearer, but still couldn’t manage to see his face.

“Do you have a lighter?” He asked so vaguely.

“I don’t smoke..” I stated in a confused tone.

“I didn’t ask if you smoked, I asked if you had a lighter.” He added.

I sat up to get a look at this guy, so I could tell him where to go. Pastie white dude, with brunette hair covering what was most of his face, brown eyes, he had a chiseled jaw line that I felt his nose was too big for; badly dressed-slipknot tee, black tight jeans, which I don’t know who would get away in this smouldering heat, pen marked graffitied converse with all sorts of signals that must of meant he was in some sort of weird ass cult.

Was this guy trying to make conversation? Was he going to try to offer me drugs? I wasn’t too sure.

“I don’t..” I quickly responded I stood up, wiping whatever dirt or leafs that were on me.

“No worries.” He took the cigarette out of his mouth and placed it above his ear like some slick fifties greaser would.

“You must be new around here.” Pointing out the clear obvious.

“What makes you think I’m new here?” I more so tried to state than ask, I wasn’t really up for conversations with anyone.

“Well, I hang out here a lot, I’ve never seen you here.”-

“Are you trying to make small talk?” I rudely interrupted…

“I suppose I am…I could either awkwardly walk away after assuming you have a light, or I could try and salvage some sort of polite conversation… I’m guess I did catch you off guard, it was pretty clear you were having a nice old day dream there…” He smirked and crossed his arms implying as if I was sleep talk… oh god I hope I wasn’t sleep talking…

“Oh, my god” I cupped my hands over my face.

“I was talking out loud wasn’t it?” I was scared to ask, but I guess it just came out of me…

“If I said yes, does that mean you’ll stop talking to me” He asked awkwardly.

“Yes, yes it does, I means I have to find a hole to crawl in, fast!” I said, face still cupped in hands.

“No; you weren’t speaking loudly in your sleep at all…” I turned as he said..

“I’m sorry, look if it makes you feel a little bit better, I don’t even know what you were saying and I don’t know who Danny Rome is…” He looked at me and smiled extending his hand to shake mine. I extended mine back and shook his back, still feeling frazzled with overwhelming embarrassment..

“I’m Teddy, as in Bear, Teddy Sommers” Shaking my hand with the warmest welcome I had felt in years. Despite the embarrassment I just experienced, he did not seem fazed by that at all.

“I’m Lizzie Thornton, people call me Iz..” I stared at him longer, trying to figure out if I just broke one of my rules by engaging in this conversation.

“It’s nice to meet someone, this park is dead ninety-nine point nine percent of the time.” He stated.

“Why I come here; the only place I could get some peace and quiet around here..” I said, raising my eyebrows.

“Sorry for interrupting your peace and quiet. I honestly was just after a light.. I forgot mine at my brother’s house.” For some reason I don’t think he was lying…

“Is that why you come here? So you can smoke?” I think I was probably out of turn asking such a personal question, but the look on his face suggested he wasn’t fazed.

“Pretty much, my brothers partner doesn’t know I smoke and he’s a police officer, and the agreement is if I live in their house, I keep on the straight and narrow and complete school, and that means no cigarettes.” It felt like such a personal thing for him to share with someone he’s met not even 5 minutes ago.

“That sucks, so if you are living with your brother, where are your parents, if you don’t mind me asking?” Okay, maybe that was too personal of a question-what the hell is wrong with me?..

“They’re living in Murtoa, I kind of didn’t have an option to come here.” He was very vague in his answer but I suppose he had already shared way too much with me as it was.

“So..” I awkwardly paused wondering how to come back from such intrusive questioning.

“Do you go to K-Flat Secondary too?” I asked hoping to salvage the conversation..

“Nah man, I go to Golden Square, been there 6 months already..” He said, it felt like such a judgemental tone, but I felt I was jumping to conclusions..

“So you’re going to Kangaroo Flat huh? What did you do so wrong in your previous life to get a raw deal like that?” Okay, maybe slightly judgy from that question. But I wasn’t sure about the history of this feud, suppose I was going to find out now.

“Don’t know, I’ve not even started there yet.. Don’t know what it’s like.” I was very vague with that statement trying to avoid anymore judgement from his side.

“What you do in a previous life to get a raw deal here?” I think at this point I might have retaliated, but he still had this very unfazed look on his face.

“It’s not really that interesting of a story, why did you move” He responded quickly.

“Not really that interesting..” I responded just as quick avoiding the topic, which is what I felt he was doing.

“I see where both avoid certain topics..” Damn! it was like he was reading my mind, sending shockwave’s up and down my spine.

“I suppose it’s a topic for a later date” I wasn’t sure what I was thinking when I said that.

“Later Date hey? So you want to hang out again?” He asked so nonchalantly.

“Technically, I was hanging out on my own, you interrupted me.” I said, I couldn’t help the smile for some reason.

“You didn’t say no though..” catching me on a technicality as he walked away waving to me.

“See you round Izz, I’ll know where to find you.” He called out from a distance, his back turned.

I turned and walked back to the spot I was trying to make myself comfortable on the little patch of grass. Questioning that entire conversation I was apart of. Wondering what this guys deal was. I had a feeling he was keeping me guessing, I had to be on top of my game to get me through the next couple of years. I couldn’t get close to anyone and fall behind on my goal. Teddy was going to be a distraction from that.

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Aforismi e citazioni sulla mamma

Aforismi e citazioni sulla mamma Aforismi e citazioni sulla mamma, massime, idee, pensieri e frasi famose sulla mamma, sul ruolo fondamentale che ha per i figli, per la famiglia e per tutte le società del mondo. Onora tuo padre e tua madre, come il Signore Dio tuo ti ha comandato, perché la tua vita sia lunga e tu sii felice nel paese che il Signore tuo Dio ti dà. Deuteronomio, Antico Testamento, VI-V sec. a.C. Solo dopo aver perso la propria mamma per sempre si può capire l'essenza del vero amore e lo straziante dolore per la vita che se ne va. Carl William Brown Chi tene ‘a mamma è ricche e nun ‘o sape; chi tene ‘o bbene è felice e nun ll’apprezza. Pecchè ll’ammore ‘e mamma è ‘na ricchezza è comme ‘o mare ca nun fernesce maje. Salvatore di Giacomo Un uomo andò da Maometto e disse: «Oh, profeta, a chi devo la mia amicizia più sincera?» Il profeta rispose: «A tua madre.» L'uomo lo incalzò: «E poi a chi?» Il profeta ripeté: «A tua madre.» L'uomo insistette: «E poi a chi?» Il profeta ancora una volta rispose: «A tua madre.» L'uomo domandò ancora: «E poi a chi?» E il profeta disse: «E poi a tuo padre.» Il rapporto tra madre e figlio è paradossale e per un senso tragico. Richiede il più intenso amore da parte della madre, e tuttavia questo stesso amore deve aiutare il figlio a staccarsi dalla madre e a diventare indipendente. Eric Fromm La mancanza di una madre è l'assenza più grande. A qualunque età. Alice Iz Penetro l’orizzonte del tuo grembo che mi contenne e a ritroso rientro nell’abisso. R. Mancini Se Freud avesse avuto a disposizione i sogni di mia madre sarebbe diventato ancora più grande di quel che è stato. Carl William Brown Resta la vita di tua madre nelle sue calze stese ad asciugare dopo che morta da giorni nessuno s’è premurato del filo. A. Bevilacqua Quando mia madre era ancora viva ero sicuramente più felice di oggi dove posso solo avere ricordi del suo amore e un sorriso su una foto che mi rende così triste! Carl William Brown Le tre grandi divinità madri dei popoli orientali sembra fossero generatrici e annientatrici insieme; dee della vita e della fecondità nello stesso tempo che dee della morte. Sigmund Freud La morte della madre è l’anticipo della tua morte. Perché è la morte della creatura che ti ha concepito, portato dentro il ventre, regalato la vita. Nell’attimo in cui muore, muore fisicamente una parte di te o il principio di te, né serve che il cordone ombelicale sia stato tagliato per separarvi. Oriana Fallaci

Innocenza mamma di C.W. Brown Gli egiziani consideravano gli avvoltoi simbolo della maternità, perché credevano che tutti gli avvoltoi fossero femmine e che venissero fecondate dal vento. Ed è un fatto che i Padri della Chiesa si servissero di questa leggenda per confutare con la storia naturale chi non voleva credere alla maternità di una vergine. M. Merleau-Ponty Non sperar serenità nella tua vita, se avrai contristato tua madre. Edmondo De Amicis D’ora in poi voglio immaginarmi la morte come una tenera e affettuosa mamma che con estremo amore, stringendomi sorridente al suo seno per tutta l’eternità, invece di darmi la vita me la toglierà. Carl William Brown E il cuore quando d’un ultimo battito Avrà fatto cadere il muro d’ombra, Per condurmi, Madre, sino al Signore, Come una volta mi darai la mano. Giuseppe Ungaretti In una famiglia stabile le madri lavoratrici essendo meno punitive e spesso meno iperprotettive, procurano meno frustrazioni ai loro figli. J. McCord e coll. Si ama la propria madre quasi senza saperlo, senza comprenderlo, perché è naturale come vivere; e avvertiamo la profondità delle radici di tale amore solo al momento della separazione finale. Guy de Maupassant Non scorderò mai mia madre perché fu lei a piantare e nutrire i primi semi del bene dentro di me. Immanuel Kant A parte mia madre, le donne mi hanno sempre stimolato ad approfondire la conoscenza della profonda illogicità esistenziale. Carl William Brown Immagina pure che ti siano destinati nella vita molti giorni terribili; il più terribile di tutti sarà il giorno in cui perderai tua madre. Edmondo De Amicis Il sentimento materno si appaga più direttamente della maternità reale, ma può trovare sfogo in ogni bambino che ha bisogno di una madre, in ogni creatura che per poter sopravvivere e crescere ha bisogno di tenerezza, di cure e di una devozione altruistica spinta al sacrificio. H. Deutsch

Aforismi sulla mamma Per Eliot Aprile è il mese più crudele, ed io ero d’accordo, infatti mio padre è morto proprio in Aprile, ma poi mia madre se n’è andata in Ottobre, per cui ora i mesi più crudeli sono certamente due. Carl William Brown Al primo genetliaco il bambino, per il padre, compie il suo primo anno di vita. Ma la madre vi aggiunge i nove mesi in cui egli era soltanto suo. E così per il resto della vita. Fausto Melotti Nonostante gli uomini si eccitino di più con le donne indipendenti che non possono avere, cercheranno sempre di trasformarvi nella loro mamma. Vorranno che cuciniate, puliate e laviate la biancheria. Sherry Argov La madre è orgogliosa del figlio che è salito in alto, ma darebbe la vita per l'altro: per il figlio senza fortuna. Libero Bovio Mamme - Servizio permanente effettivo. Antonio Romano Ogni uomo senza saperlo, cerca nella donna soprattutto il ricordo del tempo in cui lo abbracciava sua madre. Marguerite Yourcenar Una madre sana ha molto da insegnare agli psicologi. D.W. Winnicott Se di tutti gli affetti gentili e di tutte le azioni oneste e generose di cui andiamo superbi si potesse scoprire il primo e vero germe, noi lo scopriremmo quasi sempre nel cuore di nostra madre. Edmondo De Amicis Soltanto una madre sa che cosa vuol dire amare ed essere felice. Adalbert von Chamisso La madre ha inventato l’amore sulla terra. Edmond Haraucourt

Citazioni e massime sulla mamma Dopo la fine del tempo, madre, ci ritroveremo nella realtà che non esiste, nel mondo che non c’è; saremo felici, sereni, in pace, e finalmente potremo godere di ciò che non siamo. Carl William Brown C'è una strana malafede nel conciliare il disprezzo per le donne con il rispetto di cui si circondano le madri. Simone de Beauvoir Il cuore di una madre è un abisso in fondo al quale si trova sempre un perdono. Honoré de Balzac Son tutte belle le mamme del mondo / quando un bambino si stringono al cuor. / Son le bellezze di un bene profondo / fatto di sogni, rinunce ed amor. Gino Latilla e Giorgio Consolini, Tutte le mamme, 1954 Se il mondo ha continuato a girare da millenni, ciò si deve al fatto che la conoscenza del significato della vita originaria del bambino è depositato in ciò che si chiama "disponibilità materna", la quale, forse, costituisce il patrimonio ereditario più prezioso agli effetti della sopravvivenza della specie. D.W. Winnicott Più un figlio è costato lacrime agli occhi della madre, e più caro è al suo cuore. Alexandre Dumas (padre) La vera religione del mondo proviene assai più dalla donne che dagli uomini, e soprattutto dalle madri, che portano la chiave delle nostre anime nei loro cuori. Oliver Wendell Holmes (senior) La Madre di Dio è Madre nostra. La Madre di colui in cui speriamo, è Madre nostra. la Madre di colui che solo può salvare è Madre nostra. Sant’Anselmo di Aosta Un uomo che è stato l'indiscusso favorito di sua madre mantiene per tutta la vita l'atteggiamento interiore di un conquistatore, quella fiducia nel successo che di frequente porta al successo effettivo. Sigmund Freud Mio padre e mia madre non ci sono più, ma il loro spirito vive in me, e quindi è ancora vivo, se non fosse però che io sono già morto. Carl William Brown

Pensieri sulla mamma Non ho mai capito il significato delle parole “mi manchi” finché non ho cercato la mano di mia madre senza trovarla. “Mamma”, la parola più bella sulle labbra dell’umanità. Khalil Gibran Ognuno porta in sé un'immagine della donna derivata dalla madre: da essa ognuno viene determinato a rispettare o a disprezzare le donne in genere, o a essere generalmente indifferente verso di loro. Friedrich Nietzsche Il doppio ruolo della madre come dea della creazione e della distruzione è ben documentato in molti miti e idee religiose. Quella terra di cui è fatto l’uomo, il grembo da cui nascono tutti gli alberi e le erbe, è il luogo in cui torna il corpo; il grembo della madre-terra diventa la tomba. Un esempio classico della dea-madre a due facce è la dea indiana Kali, che dà la vita e distrugge. Eric Fromm Madri e casalinghe sono gli unici lavoratori che non hanno mai vacanze. Anne Morrow Lindbergh Le verità che contano, i grandi principi, alla fine, restano due o tre. Sono quelli che ti ha insegnato tua madre da bambino. Enzo Biagi Una buona madre vale cento maestri, perchè questi vi istruiscono, mentre la mamma vi educa il cuore col sentimento. Angelo Mazzoleni Tutti vorrebbero salvare il pianeta. Nessuno vorrebbe aiutare la mamma a lavare i piatti. Patrick Jake O'Rourke Venga presto, o Maria, il giorno in cui ogni uomo riconosca te come Madre e Dio come Padre e tutti finalmente si sentano fratelli. Amen. San Massimiliano Kolbe Madre è l'altro nome di Dio sulle labbra e sui cuori di tutti i nostri figli. Eric Draven (Brandon Lee) La morte ha liberato mio padre e mia madre dai loro mali e mi ha imprigionato ancora di più nei miei. Carl William Brown

Citazioni, aforismi sulla madre La maternità, in ordine di tempo, è la seconda tra le più antiche professioni del mondo. Gianni Monduzzi Mamma son tanto felice, perché ritorno da te. La mia canzone ti dice, che è il più bel giorno per me. Mamma, solo per te la mia canzone vola. Mamma, sarai con me tu non sarai più sola. Mamma, ma la canzone mia più bella sei tu. Canzone interpretata da Beniamino Gigli (1890-1957); gli autori sono Cesare Andrea Bixio e Bixio Cherubini. È essenziale per la salute mentale dell’infante e del bambino in tenera età sperimentare un caldo, intimo e continuo rapporto con la madre (o un sostituto permanente di essa), in cui entrambi trovino soddisfazione e gioia. J. Bowlby Ogni donna diventa come sua madre. Questa è la sua tragedia. Nessun uomo diventa come sua madre. Questa è la sua tragedia. Oscar Wilde La mano che fa dondolare la culla è la mano che regge il mondo. William Ross Wallace Il bambino chiama la mamma e domanda: "Da dove sono venuto? Dove mi hai raccolto?" La mamma piange e sorride, stringe al petto il suo bambino e dice: "Eri un desiderio dentro al cuore." Rabindranath Tagore La mamma italiana non insegna ai figli il principio di responsabilità: semmai, suggerisce loro che se le cose vanno male la colpa è degli altri, o della sfortuna, o dell'invidia; che c'è sempre un modo di farla franca, almeno finché restano in famiglia. Fabrizio Rondolino È più facile far uscire un bambino dalla mamma cha la mamma dal bambino. Oliviero Toscani La strada della donna porta sempre al figlio, prima della maternità e dopo. Rainer Maria Rilke La missione delle madri non è la procreazione, quanto la preoccupazione. Anche le amebe partoriscono, ma, per quanto ne so, se ne fregano. Andrea G. Pinketts

Aforismi celebri sulla mamma La madre è sublime perché è tutta istinto. L'istinto materno è divinamente animale. La madre non è donna, ma femmina. Victor Hugo Non ho ancora capito se la mamma è un'istituzione utile all'umanità o se è stata inventata dal Padreterno per far guadagnare gli psicoanalisti. Oliviero Toscani Il ventre della madre è la sede biopsichica originaria della speranza umana. Roberto Zavalloni Io sono molto abbattuto: la morte della mamma è un dolore lento e terribile, in me si è complicato di un lungo e doloroso tormento. Carlo Emilio Gadda La mamma tiene la mano dei suoi bambini per un po', i loro cuori per sempre. Anonimo L'assassino che rispetta sua madre ha ancora qualcosa di onesto e di gentile nel cuore, il più glorioso degli uomini, che l'addolori e l'offenda, non è che una vile creatura. Edmondo De Amicis Le donne sono abbastanza ipocrite perché tutti i figli possano dire con convinzione della propria madre: "Era una santa". Rémy de Gourmont Per la madre i figli sono ancore della vita. Sofocle Son tutte belle le mamme del mondo, grandi tesori di luce e bontà, che custodiscono un bene profondo, il più sincero dell'umanità. Gino Latilla e Giorgio Consolini, Tutte le mamme, 1954 Una madre non può che nuocere ai suoi figli se fa di loro l'unico scopo della sua vita. William Somerset Maugham Se non è certa l’esistenza di un Dio Padre, Creatore Invisibile, è certa quella della mamma: e la si vede fin troppo. Gianni Monduzzi Sempre sulla tematica della mamma potete anche leggere: Mamma, morte e memoria Halloween e la festa dei morti Madonne, madri e letterati Letteratura, religione, morti e psicologia Aforismi per argomento Aforismi per autore Pensieri e riflessioni Read the full article

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CYAN – Festival vizualne kulture u Splitu

Prvi festival vizualne kulture Cyan održava se u Amfiteatru Doma mladih u Splitu, od 24.11. do 25.11. i dovodi stručnjake/inje iz područja grafičkog dizajna, arhitekture, animacije, fotografije, ilustracije….

Organizator festivala je udruga Design hub Split, koja okuplja zajednicu dizajnera i stručnjaka za vizualnu komunikaciju, a predavači/ice koji će držati predavanja su Stan Haanappel i Sander Sturing iz Studio Dumbara, Jug Cerović, Vic Lee, Mare Milin, Damir Bralić i Saša Begović iz 3lhda.

Zahvaljujući Alenu Mariću, jednom od orgaizatora festivala, i naši maturanti (Eda Pleško, Luka Juras i Lara Srhoj) su dobili priliku poslušati zanimljiva i inspirirajuća predavanja. Držimo im fige na prijemnim ispitima!

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Amor a primera vista.

La encontré como se encuentra lo más hermoso del universo, por casualidad,

Coincidieron nuestras miradas, fue un momento que parecía que el tiempo se había detenido, solo nosotros importamos, la gente a nuestro alrededor parecía no vernos.

Fue el destino que unió nuestros caminos, fue algo inesperado, desde ese día nació una semilla, la semilla del amor.

Un grano de arena puede hacer una gran diferencia o no hacer nada, puede ayudar a terminar un gran castillo o al ser llevado por una brisa de aire y caer en un ojo sacar una lágrima.

Con largas platicas, caminatas por el parque, por las noches admiramos la luna y las estrellas , los sonidos de la noche hacían mágicas las veladas , sin darnos cuenta fuimos desnudando nuestras almas y nuestro amor germinó, pero el destino puso una prueba a nuestro amor, distancia por un tiempo, por trabajo y estudio, nos separó.

La llevo clavada en lo profundo de mi corazón, la llevo clavada tan adentró de mi ser que ya formas parte de mi alma, cada suspiro que exhala mi corazón lleva su nombre grabado, con amor y dulzura para que cuando llegue a ella, en una brisa de aire, puedas sentir un poquito del gran amor que le tengo, no sé cómo fue, pero sucedió, quizás no fue su intención, pero con cada risa suya, con cada mirada y su dulce voz, se fue metiendo poco a poco, hasta llegar a mi alma, quizás parezca imposible, pero así sucedió y aquí estoy amándola, esperando su regresó para estar juntos, para amarnos y con la esperanza firme de que está ves su estadía aquí sea más larga, pues aquí la espero con los brazos abiertos y el corazón a flor de piel.

Ize las velas de mi destino, hacia el horizonte, hay donde hay un bello amanecer, hay donde esta esa hermosa lluvia de colores, hay es donde te puedo encontrar.

Desde el cruce de nuestras miradas, esa hermosa sonrisa, hay es donde me perdí.

Me perdí en la profundidad de tan bellos ojos, nade en un mar de bellos sentimientos, descanse en una isla llena de amor.

Todo eso lograste con solo una mirada y una sonrisa, con tu dulce voz.

Ido las velas de mi destino, pongo rumbo fijo en el horizonte, dónde te encuentras, pues mi destino es estar junto a ti, es navegar por los mares de la vida, conociendo lugares, conociendo personas, uniendo nuestras vidas, como una sola, para así navegar juntos por la vida.

Ize las velas y puse como destino tu corazón vida mía.

Sigo su perfume donde quiera que me lleve, pues ya la encontre y no quiero dejarla ir, la seguiré buscando en cada lugar donde pueda oler su hermoso perfume, me enamore de ella, de su alma, estoy amando su hermosa mirada y su bella sonrisa que hace que se ilumine su rostro haciéndole ver radiante, realmente bella en verdad, me enamore de el brillo de su mirada y es un gran honor poder ver mi reflejo en esos ojos hermosos, la sigo buscando, la buscare hasta encontrarla, por que ella es la dueña de mi alma y suyo es mi corazon,

la busco en cada parte donde voy, donde veo cosas hermosas la busco pues se que por hay anda, la busco donde hay flores por que una hermosa flor ella es, la busco por los lugares que visito, volteo y miro al cielo con la esperanza de encontrar una señal que me indique por qué cielo está.

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Seudónimo:Ho

Autor: Hugo E Olivares M

País: México

Derechos reservados de autor.

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POSLE DUŽEG IŠČEKIVANJA:

Ana Bekuta objavila novu pesmu

Ana Bekuta je 15. novembra objavila novu pesmu “Ne daju da ostarimo zajedno“ i tako razveselila hiljade obožavalaca iz celog regiona. Ovom pesmom Ana najavljuje i svoj jubilarni 20. album, koji izlazi 27. novembra.

Pesma donosi prepoznatljiv zvuk koji Bekuta neguje već decenijama, a koji joj je već doneo desetine velikih hitova koji su neizostavni deo svih proslava i muzičkih repertoara širom regiona, dok je njen vrhunski vokal ponovo došao do punog izražaja.

„Zadovoljstvo mi je da vam predstavim pesmu 'Ne daju da ostarimo zajedno', kao najavu mog novog albuma. Sigurna sam da ćete u pesmi na neki način prepoznati i moju sudbinu i da ćemo je uskoro svi zajedno pevati. Zahvaljujem sjajnim autorima na prelepoj melodiji, sjajnom aranžmanu i tekstu u kome će se mnogi pronaći“, rekla je Ana Bekuta.

Spot za pesmu “Ne daju da ostarimo zajedno“ premijerno se pojavio na YouTube kanalu Free Zone i na beogradskoj radio stanici Lola. Na osnovu prvih reakcija publike, već je jasno da će pesma postati veliki hit. Autor muzike je Mlađan Dinkić, tekst je napisao Mirko Šenkovski Geronimo, dok aranžman potpisuje Saša Milošević Mare. U spotu se kao specijalni gost pojavljuje i glumac Vladan Savić iz popularne TV serije “Igra sudbine”, kao i njegov sin Filip.

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