Iva is me

I wrote all three versions of this within five minutes on Monday, while talking to my friend Eleni. They’re partly inspired by Flower from Bambi and a photo at the very end of this post. The flower I photographed looked horrible, but it was so beautiful at the same time. Like Trampy from The Shoe People. I called the image “My Kind Of A Flower”.
It’s not clear if this is a good flower, bad flower, poisonous flower, but it definitely has thorns. The sentence about mushrooms is not nonsense, there are two alternate ways to read it. One of them

I wrote this while sitting at a bakery/cafe in Novi Sad, waiting for the first morning bus. It was probably around 3 in the morning. Basically, I was writing a draft for a more complicated p..m for the Wrong Star series and I suddenly had an idea for something else.
Žongler
Žonglira diabolom,
izbegavajući bele golubove.
Žonglira belim golubovima,
izbegavajući diabolo.
Nekad golubovi dodirnu diabolo
i ono se raspadne.
Nekad diabolo dodirne golubove
i oni puste koju kap krvi.
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Juggler
He’s juggling with a diabolo,
Avoiding white pigeons.
He’s juggling with white pigeons,
Avoiding diabolo.
Sometimes pigeons touch the diabolo
And it breaks apart.
Sometimes diabolo touches the pigeons
And they let out a drop or two of

On Saturday, I went to Novi Sad to spend a day with a friend and attend musical programme during the opening night of Cinemacity, as Juliette Lewis was performing live for free. While on the bus, I remembere that the back of the ticket was blank and bigger than one for city public transportation. So, at one certain point, I wrote a p..m. This might turn into a whole series of p..ms on tickets.
El(l)a
Prekopaću celo ovo polje,
ako treba, detoniraću ga.
Hoću da pronađem zakopano srce.
Ako ga nađem, znaću da je tvoje.
Odlepiću deo koji je moje srce
i nastaviti ka jugu.
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El(l)a
I’ll dig through

When things are looking bleak and when something turns out to have a sudden odd spin, an incredibly radical outcome, my way has always been the same, ever since the pre-teen years: I suddenly value every single second of the previous, details pop up and every single second of them is suddenly worth one full day of now. And I dream of how much I didn’t appreciate then and how I’d almost worship “tomorrow” if it was like “yesterday”. It’s interesting to come back to this topic 13-14 years later, with a mature mind, an actual serious issue in its

The title really says it all, so read on. ^_^
Three days ago, on a bus ride to my friend’s place in the middle of a traffic jam. And I was feeling strangely talkative, to the point where I heard someone in the back, referring to me, half-loud: “Where is the power switch on her? How do you turn her off?” Should’ve turned around and told them that many have asked that question before, but nobody managed to find the answer.
I was first entertained by a cute baby who kept on asking “Where? Where?” and trying to grab people’s mobile

Recent couple of days got me in a Forever Nine mood. That does not mean I’m out of inspiration for Wrong Star, that just means I feel like this cocoon in time has no happy way out and that something awful is going to happen. Some disturbing things I wrote in 2006, when my friends were comparing me to the boy who yelled wolf, suddenly don’t float in the air, but sound very realistic. And when I get into such bad, hopeless mood, I don’t want to think of it next day, but some interesting things come out of it.
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