Shallow perhaps I am,
Tongue sharp like fang,
What I cared for,
Was given to me.
Dreamy as I was,
No quill in my hand,
Though I write to you, for
time to come
should not make it pale…
albino feathers like night’s shadows.
Moja pjesma
Možda sam plitka,
na jeziku britka.
Što mi je stalo,
to mi se dalo.
Onako snena,
rukom bez pera,
tebi pišem za neka vremena
koja slijede
ne želim da blijede…
Welcome to our Website. This is our first post here, in play.open.minded. Here we decided to settle, after a decade of wondering the unknown bites and bytes of WWW. This ought to become modular sort-of-portal that would join and embrace all that we are: artists, engineers, managers, a bit crazy, standalone individuals. We will try to archive our expressions of aforementioned affections…and you try not to judge us too hard. After all, if you don’t like it, there is always “close browser” button.
