There are strange clowns in our soul: Just at first funny, although they crawl, Jump, run and act as fools Don't drop a tear, those are the rules. For Could you, dear sirs, in cold blood See an Imp when looking at God? A poet's clown is a sad buddy Make people laugh or end up all muddy. Those who judge him, their souls aren't brim, While he fights they look down on him. Their hearts are small, and heads broad Do they praise nonsense when they applaud? Very poor is our clown, Desparate and always down. A song they have no inkling of Their hearts are empty, they have no love. A poet is unloved when he is sad His clown then ugly and very bad. As long as clown entertains The poet's work has no stains. His make-up hides every frown The audience must like the clown. For Could you, dear sirs, in cold blood See an Imp when looking at God?
Filmovi koje sam gledala ovde (i preporucujem)
Once, Irish movie
The Lost City, Andy Garcia
Heartbreak hotel, Svedski film
La vie en rose, Francuski film
As it is in heavens, svedski film
Knjige koje preporucujem
Catch 22, Joseph Heller
Edwin and Matilda, NZ writer - forgotten the name:)
Behind the bush, Bobiozo
Madjionicar iz Lublina, Isak Singer
Razlike, Goran Petrovic
The history of New Zealand, Michael King
The shipping news, Anni Proulx
The world is flat, Thomas Friedman
Shalimar the clown, Salman Rushdi
Heartland, Neil Cross
Shalimar the Clown, Salman Rushdie
Mister Pip, Lloyd Jones
Norwegian Wood, Haruki Murakami
A short history of tractors in Ukranian, Marina Lewycka
