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  <title>parce di hartije</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&quot;Ja se ne bojim nevidljivih svetova&quot; - Andric&lt;/p&gt;
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   <title>Hole in my soul...........</title>
   <description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;There&amp;rsquo;s a hole in my soul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reci koje sedmicama odzvanjaju mi u dusi. I krivica sto ne znam pretvoriti ih u nesto vise. &lt;br /&gt;Nesto sto pruzilo bi ti bar neku utehu i saznanje da i za tebe, postoji posebno mesto. Dio srca mog nosi tvoje ime, iako ga niko drugi procitati ne bi znao. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ostaces zauvek tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad ucim prihvatiti da trebalo je da odes. Mozda da prve male ruke ne bi bile same. Da bi prihvatile tvoje kako bi ste bar tamo, bar vas dvoje bili zajedno. Dve divne rucice, skupljene jedna u drugu.&amp;nbsp; Prepoznajuci se.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;A kako se nadam da vas nije strah. Jer mene jeste. &lt;br /&gt;Plasi me da nikad necete znati koliko cu uvek da vas volim. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;Zauvek nosim u sebi. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/2112/6930876lg.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; width=&quot;499&quot; height=&quot;373&quot; align=&quot;left&quot; /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
   <link>http://di.blog.rs/blog/di/generalna/2010/10/13/hole-in-my-soul...........</link>
      <pubDate>, 13  2010 17:20:13 +0200</pubDate>   
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   <title>Valjda trazim....</title>
   <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img818.imageshack.us/img818/3048/lost111.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Izgubila sam sebe, &lt;br /&gt;Ponovo. &lt;br /&gt;Dozvolila sam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne znam kako, ne znam ni kad,&lt;br /&gt;Krisom i neprimetno &lt;br /&gt;Izgubljenost je zuzela mesto. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moje. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izbacila me da cekam ispred svog praga.&lt;br /&gt;Na kisi,&lt;br /&gt;Mokra do koze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nemam ja pitanja, &lt;br /&gt;Ni odgovore na vasa pitanja.&lt;br /&gt;Nemam ni na svoja.&lt;br /&gt;Imam samo prazninu i pogled koji se gubi&lt;br /&gt;U nista. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valjda trazim&amp;hellip;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
   <link>http://di.blog.rs/blog/di/generalna/2010/06/30/valjda-trazim....</link>
      <pubDate>, 30  2010 18:25:50 +0200</pubDate>   
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   <title>Iz sentimentalnih razloga........</title>
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   <link>http://di.blog.rs/blog/di/music-says-it-all..../2010/02/13/iz-sentimentalnih-razloga........</link>
      <pubDate>, 13  2010 12:02:50 +0100</pubDate>   
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   <title>Somos Novios....</title>
   <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; width=&quot;450&quot; height=&quot;350&quot; data=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/pB0uBBqwySs&quot; id=&quot;ltVideoYouTube&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/pB0uBBqwySs&quot; /&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;wmode&quot; value=&quot;transparent&quot; /&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowScriptAcess&quot; value=&quot;sameDomain&quot; /&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;quality&quot; value=&quot;best&quot; /&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;bgcolor&quot; value=&quot;#FFFFFF&quot; /&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;FlashVars&quot; value=&quot;playerMode=embedded&quot; /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We Are A Couple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are a couple&lt;br /&gt;because, we both feel mutual profound&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;And with that&lt;br /&gt;We have won the biggest thing&lt;br /&gt;of this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love, we kiss each other&lt;br /&gt;Like a couple, We desire each other&lt;br /&gt;And some times without reasons,&lt;br /&gt;without motive&lt;br /&gt;We get angry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are a couple&lt;br /&gt;We maintain a clean and pure affection&lt;br /&gt;Like everyone&lt;br /&gt;We look for the darkest moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To speak to each other,&lt;br /&gt;To give each other the sweetest&lt;br /&gt;of the kisses&lt;br /&gt;To remember what color&lt;br /&gt;are the cherry trees&lt;br /&gt;Without making further comments&lt;br /&gt;We are a couple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&amp;#39;s just impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love, we kiss each other&lt;br /&gt;Like a couple, We desire each other&lt;br /&gt;And some times without reasons,&lt;br /&gt;without motive!&lt;br /&gt;We get angry&lt;br /&gt;without reasons, without motive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are a couple&lt;br /&gt;We maintain a clean and pure affection&lt;br /&gt;Like everyone, like everyone&lt;br /&gt;We look for the darkest moment&lt;br /&gt;To speak to each other,&lt;br /&gt;To give each other the sweetest&lt;br /&gt;of the kisses&lt;br /&gt;To remember what color&lt;br /&gt;are the cherry trees&lt;br /&gt;Without making further comments&lt;br /&gt;We are a couple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are a couple&lt;br /&gt;Always a couple &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
   <link>http://di.blog.rs/blog/di/music-says-it-all..../2009/11/02/somos-novios....</link>
      <pubDate>, 02  2009 21:53:43 +0100</pubDate>   
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   <title>Lost....</title>
   <description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a id=&quot;res_37262&quot; href=&quot;http://di.blog.rs/gallery/657/imlost.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://di.blog.rs/gallery/657/imlost.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; width=&quot;502&quot; height=&quot;466&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Izgubljena ponekad tumaram ovim svetom&lt;br /&gt;Pokusavajuci da odagnam osecaj nervoze, panike. &lt;br /&gt;Trazeci spokoj.&lt;br /&gt;Znajuci da gubim se, ali ne znajuci kako to da sprecim.&lt;br /&gt;Million pitanja na koje nemam odgovor. &lt;br /&gt;A ne znam ni gde da pocnem traziti. &lt;br /&gt;Ni kako. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gusim se&amp;hellip;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
   <link>http://di.blog.rs/blog/di/generalna/2009/10/19/lost....</link>
      <pubDate>, 19  2009 19:53:44 +0200</pubDate>   
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   <title>*********</title>
   <description>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Znas onu tacku, gde nasi pogledi sretnu se i svaki put jedan u drugi upletu se. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu vlada mir, vera i nada. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I koliko god bolnih vetrova kroz prostor nas prohuja ja znam da sve bice u redu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;em&gt;Who doesn&amp;#39;t long for someone to hold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who knows how to love you without being told&lt;/em&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jer ti znas.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;em&gt;Whatever it is that you came to teach me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am here to learn it cause&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe that we are written in the stars&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don&amp;#39;t know what the future holds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I&amp;#39;m living in the moment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I&amp;#39;m thankful for the man that you are&lt;/em&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jer jesam, zahvalna.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
   <link>http://di.blog.rs/blog/di/generalna/2009/08/07/</link>
      <pubDate>, 07  2009 17:07:36 +0200</pubDate>   
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   <title>Oprostaj</title>
   <description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tebi sam mnoge reci pokloniti htela&amp;hellip;&lt;br /&gt;Znala sam da tvojim rastom i moje bi reci postajale sve jasnije,&lt;br /&gt;Jace a blaze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Htedoh ti pisati dugo i srecno&lt;br /&gt;Htedoh&amp;hellip;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad&lt;br /&gt;Sve sto mogu je,&lt;br /&gt;Nemocno reci ti zbogom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ostaces vecno dio mene, dio nas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I znaj da plast ljubavi oko tebe obmotasmo&lt;br /&gt;U duse nase smestismo&lt;br /&gt;A zaboravu vrata zatvorismo.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img190.imageshack.us/img190/9718/6425608lg.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
   <link>http://di.blog.rs/blog/di/generalna/2009/07/10/oprostaj</link>
      <pubDate>, 10  2009 10:09:35 +0200</pubDate>   
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   <title>Necu ti reci</title>
   <description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ne, necu ti reci. Necu ni spomenuti ovu borbu u meni. &lt;br /&gt;Svesna svoje nesposobnosti pokusavam zakljuciti sta je prisutnije. &lt;br /&gt;Tuga, ljutnja ili razocaranje?&amp;nbsp; A zar je i vazno? &lt;br /&gt;I dalje nisam sposobna, a volela bih biti. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Hiljade reci poklonih onima sto osetiti ih nisu znali. &lt;br /&gt;Njima sto zaboravise ih u magli, ni ne osvrnuvsi se. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;A ja, ja sam sve cesce zaboravljala dodatni deo puta ka izviranju. &lt;br /&gt;Nisam ih znala na povrsinu izvuci. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad kad konacno nadjoh svoj mir, ponovo osecam ih. &lt;br /&gt;Drugacije su, ali su moje. To znam. &lt;br /&gt;No da im nadjem pravi put ja i dalje ne znam. &lt;br /&gt;A jake su, toliko da kradu mi dah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne, necu ti reci da velika je borba u meni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Necu ti pomenuti ni to da sve sto ne napisah,&lt;br /&gt;Najtoplije su reci,smestene duboko u meni&lt;br /&gt;Koje ja ne znam ispisati.&lt;br /&gt;Al&amp;rsquo; znam da pogledom znacu ti iskazati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Necu ti reci ni da trebam te.&lt;br /&gt;Nista necu reci, &lt;br /&gt;Samo dodji i u oci pogledaj me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
   <link>http://di.blog.rs/blog/di/generalna/2009/05/13/necu-ti-reci</link>
      <pubDate>, 13  2009 01:01:14 +0200</pubDate>   
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   <title>To my dear and loving husband...</title>
   <description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Prvi put sam procitala ove reci na blogu jedne prijateljice. Ostavile su utisak na mene i smestile se negde u pozadini mojih misli. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A onda su, samo nekoliko dana pre naseg dana, ponovo isplivale na povrsinu. Ovaj put sam ih razumela jos bolje. Osetila posebno. Zato sam ih i podelila sa tobom bas na taj dan, nas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sad kad trenutno kontinenti nas dele, te reci su jos prisutnije.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000000&quot;&gt;To my dear and loving husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000000&quot;&gt;If ever two were one, then surely we.&lt;br /&gt;If ever man were loved by wife, then thee.&lt;br /&gt;If ever wife was happy in a man,&lt;br /&gt;Compare with me, ye women, if you can.&lt;br /&gt;I prize thy love more than whole Mines of gold,&lt;br /&gt;Or all the riches that the East doth hold.&lt;br /&gt;My love is such that Rivers cannot quench,&lt;br /&gt;Nor ought but love from thee give recompense.&lt;br /&gt;Thy love is such I can in no way repay;&lt;br /&gt;The heavens reward thee manifold I pray.&lt;br /&gt;Then while we live, in love lets so persever,&lt;br /&gt;That when we live no more, we may live ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000000&quot;&gt;Anne Bradstreet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nedostajes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ostavila sam svecu na prozoru... Znam da znaces....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
   <link>http://di.blog.rs/blog/di/nesto-drugo/2009/05/10/to-my-dear-and-loving-husband...</link>
      <pubDate>, 10  2009 14:28:32 +0200</pubDate>   
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   <title>Poneka rec i fotografija.....</title>
   <description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img src=&quot;http://di.blog.rs/gallery/657/incredible.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; width=&quot;480&quot; height=&quot;310&quot; /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&amp;quot;Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin&lt;br /&gt;Dance me through the panic &amp;#39;til I&amp;#39;m gathered safely in&lt;br /&gt;Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove...&amp;quot;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000000&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img src=&quot;http://di.blog.rs/gallery/657/MK01234_FPO_PREV.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000000&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;quot;Dance me to the end of love...&amp;quot; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
   <link>http://di.blog.rs/blog/di/nesto-drugo/2009/04/24/poneka-rec-i-fotografija.....</link>
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