<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36340989</id><updated>2011-12-07T18:36:04.588+01:00</updated><category term='go away I&apos;m sad'/><category term='price iz svakodnevnog zivota u zamisljenom svetu'/><category term='politics'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>gerilac</title><subtitle type='html'>No one is perfect in this imperfect world (Patrice Lumumba)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nemanja dzuverovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06431423452202451431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S72ef59dZJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8S58I1lace0/S220/IMG_4622.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36340989.post-1341939570709779274</id><published>2011-02-10T20:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T20:08:31.188+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Strpljivost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Neki ljudi su strpljivi zato što imaju vere u budućnost.&lt;br /&gt;Drugi zato što im nedostaje hrabrosti da skončaju.&lt;br /&gt;Kukavičluk je sigurno dostojan prezira, pa ipak pripada carstvu života.&lt;br /&gt;On je sredstvo preživljavanja, kao i mirenje sa sudbinom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amin Maluf&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Levantski đerdan &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36340989-1341939570709779274?l=gerilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/feeds/1341939570709779274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36340989&amp;postID=1341939570709779274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/1341939570709779274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/1341939570709779274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/2011/02/strpljivost.html' title='Strpljivost'/><author><name>nemanja dzuverovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06431423452202451431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S72ef59dZJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8S58I1lace0/S220/IMG_4622.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36340989.post-7848205911881524733</id><published>2010-11-01T10:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T10:39:34.805+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='go away I&apos;m sad'/><title type='text'>Sat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/TM6KGeL5aRI/AAAAAAAAAKU/_zBnVoZ-TNw/s1600/image1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/TM6KGeL5aRI/AAAAAAAAAKU/_zBnVoZ-TNw/s200/image1.jpg" width="155" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat služi da se mere zakašnjenja. Sat se takođe kvari. &lt;br /&gt;I kao što kola gube ulje sat gubi vreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Luis Sepulveda&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Patagonija Ekspres &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36340989-7848205911881524733?l=gerilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/feeds/7848205911881524733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36340989&amp;postID=7848205911881524733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/7848205911881524733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/7848205911881524733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/2010/11/sat.html' title='Sat'/><author><name>nemanja dzuverovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06431423452202451431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S72ef59dZJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8S58I1lace0/S220/IMG_4622.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/TM6KGeL5aRI/AAAAAAAAAKU/_zBnVoZ-TNw/s72-c/image1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36340989.post-7674972343532699363</id><published>2010-10-18T16:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T10:38:53.843+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='price iz svakodnevnog zivota u zamisljenom svetu'/><title type='text'>Vojska ljubavi</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;}&lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dr&lt;span lang="SR"&gt;že se za ruke, dvoje po dvoje i čekaju da naiđe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="SR"&gt;Odjedanput! Blip, blip, blip, meta uočena kako pluta bezbrižno, ne sluteći šta joj se sprema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="SR"&gt;Brzo, brzo!!! Komanduje žena terorišući mikrofon. Stani mirno i zamisli želju!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="SR"&gt;Vojska bespogovorno ispuni naredbu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="SR"&gt;Nakon ispunjenog zadatka žena, zadovoljna učinkom, dopusti vojsci da ostatak večeri provede u miru...i hladnoći.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36340989-7674972343532699363?l=gerilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/feeds/7674972343532699363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36340989&amp;postID=7674972343532699363&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/7674972343532699363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/7674972343532699363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/2010/10/vojska-ljubavi.html' title='Vojska ljubavi'/><author><name>nemanja dzuverovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06431423452202451431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S72ef59dZJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8S58I1lace0/S220/IMG_4622.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36340989.post-6801418446051833111</id><published>2010-09-03T21:21:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T10:39:42.030+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='go away I&apos;m sad'/><title type='text'>3. januar 1925</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Užasno   stanje: sve više se zaljubljujem u svoju ženu.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Krivo mi je - deset   godina se odričem...a sad se ponižavam čak do lake ljubomore. Nekako je   mila i slatka. I debela.&lt;br /&gt;Novine danas nisam čitao&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mihail Bulgakov&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pod petom&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36340989-6801418446051833111?l=gerilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/feeds/6801418446051833111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36340989&amp;postID=6801418446051833111&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/6801418446051833111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/6801418446051833111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/2010/09/3-januar-1925.html' title='3. januar 1925'/><author><name>nemanja dzuverovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06431423452202451431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S72ef59dZJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8S58I1lace0/S220/IMG_4622.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36340989.post-9088357472699413702</id><published>2010-08-10T22:36:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T21:45:53.969+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='price iz svakodnevnog zivota u zamisljenom svetu'/><title type='text'>Tabla</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/TIAaON65ByI/AAAAAAAAAKE/bn2GHJZ7Rio/s1600/street_name_signs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 185px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/TIAaON65ByI/AAAAAAAAAKE/bn2GHJZ7Rio/s200/street_name_signs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512434775458645794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prolazivši uskom ulicom spazi tablu na zidu jedne od trošnih kuća.&lt;br /&gt;Pročita tekst napisan na tabli.&lt;br /&gt;Pusti suzu i žurnu se uputi napred, u mrak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36340989-9088357472699413702?l=gerilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/feeds/9088357472699413702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36340989&amp;postID=9088357472699413702&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/9088357472699413702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/9088357472699413702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/2010/08/tabla.html' title='Tabla'/><author><name>nemanja dzuverovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06431423452202451431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S72ef59dZJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8S58I1lace0/S220/IMG_4622.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/TIAaON65ByI/AAAAAAAAAKE/bn2GHJZ7Rio/s72-c/street_name_signs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36340989.post-7742857988211755474</id><published>2010-07-25T12:45:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T21:46:25.157+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='price iz svakodnevnog zivota u zamisljenom svetu'/><title type='text'>Razumevanje</title><content type='html'>On njih razume.&lt;br /&gt;Oni njega razumeju.&lt;br /&gt;U stvarnosti oni se međusobno uopšte ne razumeju...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36340989-7742857988211755474?l=gerilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/feeds/7742857988211755474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36340989&amp;postID=7742857988211755474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/7742857988211755474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/7742857988211755474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/2010/07/razumevanje.html' title='Razumevanje'/><author><name>nemanja dzuverovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06431423452202451431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S72ef59dZJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8S58I1lace0/S220/IMG_4622.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36340989.post-8960416007456284054</id><published>2010-03-21T12:28:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T21:45:45.752+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Yo (La idea de mismo)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S6YDhNd7wlI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Wz6dYnhsTpc/s1600-h/vallesecoysanmateo06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S6YDhNd7wlI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Wz6dYnhsTpc/s200/vallesecoysanmateo06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451048268064342610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:"Cambria Math";  panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:roman;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1107304683 0 0 159 0;} @font-face  {font-family:Calibri;  panose-1:2 15 5 2 2 2 4 3 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:swiss;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1073750139 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-unhide:no;  mso-style-qformat:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0mm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  text-align:justify;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";  mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;} .MsoChpDefault  {mso-style-type:export-only;  mso-default-props:yes;  font-size:10.0pt;  mso-ansi-font-size:10.0pt;  mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;  mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;} @page Section1  {size:612.0pt 792.0pt;  margin:72.0pt 72.0pt 72.0pt 72.0pt;  mso-header-margin:36.0pt;  mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;         La idea - una imagen que existe en nuestra mente y que está asociada con la capacidad de la autoreflexión.&lt;br /&gt;La autoreflexión - la capacidad de pensar en uno mismo, de nuestros actos pasados, presentes y como serán en el futuro.&lt;br /&gt;La conclusión - para la propia imagen de si mismos las personas deben tener la posibilidad de la autorreflexión.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Y tu? ¿Y yo? ¿Tenemos la posibilidad de la autoreflexión cuando hablamos de nosotros mismos? ¿Podemos comprender y aceptar los fallos de nuestra vida, nuestras desventajas y los daños que hagamos a los otros? Puede ser que alguien la tenga y los acepte pero yo no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Querría que ser una persona muy valiente, una persona que no mienta en la vida cotidiana o en las cosas que son importantes, un hombre que no haga daños a otros, voluntariamente o involuntariamente, que tenga mucha confianza en los otros, que pueda despedir el todo a los todos sin preguntar ¿por que?, que ayude a la gente que las necesita constantamente. Querría mostrar este imagen de mi a ti, y a los otros! Pero esta es solo la imagen de mi mismo, la imagen sin la autoreflexion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La verdad es que yo quiero hacer todas estas cosas pero no las hago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De vez en cuando miento porque es mas fácil decir una mentira que una verdad. Hablo mucho de la necesidad ayudar a los otros pero no hago mucho para que esto se ocurra. No puedo disculpar el todo y especialmente no a todos. Digo que busco la felicidad pero estoy contento con la posibilidad de ser feliz un día. Declaro siempre que mi color favorito es el rojo pero en realidad prefiero el azul y no se porque. Tengo temores que no puedo compartir con nadie. Pienso mucho sobre pasado pero no lo admito a nadie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo esto es la imagen verdadera de mi mismo (y con la autoreflexión) pero eso no es el imagen que quiero presentar a los otros y no es la idea que quiero tener de mi mismo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36340989-8960416007456284054?l=gerilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/feeds/8960416007456284054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36340989&amp;postID=8960416007456284054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/8960416007456284054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/8960416007456284054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/2010/03/normal-0-false-false-false-en-us-x-none.html' title='Yo (La idea de mismo)'/><author><name>nemanja dzuverovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06431423452202451431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S72ef59dZJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8S58I1lace0/S220/IMG_4622.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S6YDhNd7wlI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Wz6dYnhsTpc/s72-c/vallesecoysanmateo06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36340989.post-8907193769979695484</id><published>2010-02-17T14:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T21:47:06.698+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='go away I&apos;m sad'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"You already know enough. So do I. It is not knowledge we lack. What is missing is the courage to understand what we know and to draw conclusions."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sven Lindqvist&lt;br /&gt;"Exterminate All The Brutes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Zahvaljujući Ćiri, kao i mnogo puta do sada)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36340989-8907193769979695484?l=gerilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/feeds/8907193769979695484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36340989&amp;postID=8907193769979695484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/8907193769979695484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/8907193769979695484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>nemanja dzuverovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06431423452202451431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S72ef59dZJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8S58I1lace0/S220/IMG_4622.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36340989.post-5290369356889625623</id><published>2009-10-22T18:16:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T20:01:07.555+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='price iz svakodnevnog zivota u zamisljenom svetu'/><title type='text'>Poveo sam je dok me je vodila</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S98PRGLQIlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/qwY3mi3PBCI/s1600/IMG_4454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S98PRGLQIlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/qwY3mi3PBCI/s200/IMG_4454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467105259041071698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oduvek je želela da vidi Palmiru i ja sam je poveo.&lt;br /&gt;Oduvek sam želeo da vidim Palmiru i ona me je povela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stigavši tamo shvatila je da bez mene nikad ne bi došla.&lt;br /&gt;Stigavši tamo shvatio sam da bez nje nikad ne bi otišao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Odlazeći iz Palmire poželela je da dođe ponovo, sa mnom.&lt;br /&gt;Odlazeći iz Palmire poželeo sam da odem ponovo, sa njom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36340989-5290369356889625623?l=gerilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/feeds/5290369356889625623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36340989&amp;postID=5290369356889625623&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/5290369356889625623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/5290369356889625623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/2009/10/poveo-sam-je-dok-me-je-vodila.html' title='Poveo sam je dok me je vodila'/><author><name>nemanja dzuverovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06431423452202451431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S72ef59dZJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8S58I1lace0/S220/IMG_4622.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S98PRGLQIlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/qwY3mi3PBCI/s72-c/IMG_4454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36340989.post-6065423986825650107</id><published>2009-10-22T18:15:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T18:25:20.997+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Službenici</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ne" &lt;/span&gt;reče službenik br.1&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Da" &lt;/span&gt;reče službenik br.2&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Na kraju se složiše da su obojica u pravu.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36340989-6065423986825650107?l=gerilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/feeds/6065423986825650107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36340989&amp;postID=6065423986825650107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/6065423986825650107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/6065423986825650107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/2009/10/ne-rece-sluzbenik-br.html' title='Službenici'/><author><name>nemanja dzuverovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06431423452202451431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S72ef59dZJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8S58I1lace0/S220/IMG_4622.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36340989.post-1359448662669283877</id><published>2009-06-07T12:55:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T14:21:41.606+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='price iz svakodnevnog zivota u zamisljenom svetu'/><title type='text'>Si yo hubiera sido Julio Cortázar (versión española)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RzhBg1ra3qA/Tt9oMS64FsI/AAAAAAAAAPo/oGQebuKiCKw/s1600/2julio_cortazar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RzhBg1ra3qA/Tt9oMS64FsI/AAAAAAAAAPo/oGQebuKiCKw/s200/2julio_cortazar.jpg" width="156" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si yo hubiera sido Julio Cortazar habría escrito minicuentos y noveles de la misma manera y con el mismo estilo pero en vez de su nombre habria puesto el mio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Cortázar hubiera sido yo habría hecho lo mismo pero en vez de mi nombre hubiera puesto el suyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La diferencia seria que yo soy Cortázar y a el le gustaría ser Julio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36340989-1359448662669283877?l=gerilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/feeds/1359448662669283877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36340989&amp;postID=1359448662669283877&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/1359448662669283877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/1359448662669283877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/2009/06/si-yo-hubiera-sido-julio-cortazar.html' title='Si yo hubiera sido Julio Cortázar (versión española)'/><author><name>nemanja dzuverovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06431423452202451431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S72ef59dZJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8S58I1lace0/S220/IMG_4622.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RzhBg1ra3qA/Tt9oMS64FsI/AAAAAAAAAPo/oGQebuKiCKw/s72-c/2julio_cortazar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36340989.post-7208759952186786678</id><published>2009-03-15T17:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T14:36:28.000+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='price iz svakodnevnog zivota u zamisljenom svetu'/><title type='text'>Principijelno ambivalentan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--nMVNz29y0A/Tt9rwlT8tyI/AAAAAAAAAQA/K70pL5HAKZg/s1600/ambivalence72.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--nMVNz29y0A/Tt9rwlT8tyI/AAAAAAAAAQA/K70pL5HAKZg/s320/ambivalence72.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Napred je ispred mene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nazad nije samo iza mene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Levo je kada je levo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Desno je i kada nije desno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Moje je i njeno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Njeno je njeno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Svet je sve oko mene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Svet je samo ono što je u meni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ljubav je kada volim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mržnja je kada i dalje volim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36340989-7208759952186786678?l=gerilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/feeds/7208759952186786678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36340989&amp;postID=7208759952186786678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/7208759952186786678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/7208759952186786678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/2009/03/principijelno-ambivalentan.html' title='Principijelno ambivalentan'/><author><name>nemanja dzuverovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06431423452202451431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S72ef59dZJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8S58I1lace0/S220/IMG_4622.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--nMVNz29y0A/Tt9rwlT8tyI/AAAAAAAAAQA/K70pL5HAKZg/s72-c/ambivalence72.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36340989.post-4140425038518127168</id><published>2009-02-08T17:21:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T17:31:14.927+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='price iz svakodnevnog zivota u zamisljenom svetu'/><title type='text'>Kafe Nicola</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/SY8HtoHyNnI/AAAAAAAAAH4/8A0N4R2jxkE/s1600-h/n504352683_1372567_8900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/SY8HtoHyNnI/AAAAAAAAAH4/8A0N4R2jxkE/s200/n504352683_1372567_8900.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300463766883939954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ona voli da ide u kafe Nicola na trgu Rosio. Ona voli da pije belu kafu iz velike šolje u kafeu Nicola. Ona voli da jede kolače &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pasteis de nata&lt;/span&gt; u kafeu Nicola. Ona voli da čita knjige Žoze Saramaga i pesme Fernanda Pesoe u kafeu Nicola. Ona voli da kroz veliki prozor kafea Nicola posmatra ljude kako žurno prolaze. Ona voli da žvrlja po svesci dok sedi za svojim omiljenim stolom u desnom uglu kafea Nicola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ja...ja samo želim da budem pored nje...u kafeu Nicola&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36340989-4140425038518127168?l=gerilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/feeds/4140425038518127168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36340989&amp;postID=4140425038518127168&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/4140425038518127168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/4140425038518127168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/2009/02/ona-voli-da-ide-u-kafe-nicola-na-trgu.html' title='Kafe Nicola'/><author><name>nemanja dzuverovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06431423452202451431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S72ef59dZJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8S58I1lace0/S220/IMG_4622.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/SY8HtoHyNnI/AAAAAAAAAH4/8A0N4R2jxkE/s72-c/n504352683_1372567_8900.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36340989.post-9096241403250067013</id><published>2009-02-04T17:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T17:29:33.383+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='price iz svakodnevnog zivota u zamisljenom svetu'/><title type='text'>Kinsmandla na koketfensteru</title><content type='html'>- Zbog čega kinsmandla sedi na koketfensteru?&lt;br /&gt;- Da joj se ne bi videle štrinfle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36340989-9096241403250067013?l=gerilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/feeds/9096241403250067013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36340989&amp;postID=9096241403250067013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/9096241403250067013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/9096241403250067013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/2009/02/kinsmandla-na-koketfensteru.html' title='Kinsmandla na koketfensteru'/><author><name>nemanja dzuverovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06431423452202451431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S72ef59dZJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8S58I1lace0/S220/IMG_4622.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36340989.post-6079889432093290313</id><published>2009-01-22T11:35:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T11:41:02.285+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sreća</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fabián Vique, Argentina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dopale su mi se njene oči: napravio sam fotku i oblepio celu sobu njenim pogledom. Dopao mi se njen glas: snimio sam ga i sada ga slušam i danju i noću. Tako mi je lepo da već mesecima ne izlazim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Moja porodica joj se obratila s molbom da dođe i izbavi me iz zatočeništva. Juče je pokucala na moja vrata. Zamolila me je da izađem, htela je da prošetamo. Nije uspela da me istrgne iz moje sreće.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36340989-6079889432093290313?l=gerilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/feeds/6079889432093290313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36340989&amp;postID=6079889432093290313&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/6079889432093290313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/6079889432093290313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/2009/01/srea.html' title='Sreća'/><author><name>nemanja dzuverovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06431423452202451431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S72ef59dZJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8S58I1lace0/S220/IMG_4622.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36340989.post-409537796688611092</id><published>2009-01-20T09:43:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T16:59:54.355+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='price iz svakodnevnog zivota u zamisljenom svetu'/><title type='text'>Matematika, a ne fizika</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S6ZCdU_du1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/FjC1eSDEsVY/s1600-h/math.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S6ZCdU_du1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/FjC1eSDEsVY/s200/math.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451117470597102418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ako život zamislimo kao jednu neprekidnu liniju gde početak i kraj označavaju prošlost i budućnost da li možemo pretpostaviti da sredina takve linije predstavlja sadašnjost"&lt;/span&gt; upita student profesora koji je za to vreme ispisivao nerazumne formule po tabli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kolega, ovo je predavanje iz matematike, a ne fizike. Mi se ovde ne bavimo pretpostavkama već preciznim proračunima"&lt;/span&gt; odgovori mu profesor, okrenu se nazad prema tabli i nastavi da piše.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36340989-409537796688611092?l=gerilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/feeds/409537796688611092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36340989&amp;postID=409537796688611092&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/409537796688611092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/409537796688611092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/2009/01/ako-ivot-zamislimo-kao-jednu-neprekidnu.html' title='Matematika, a ne fizika'/><author><name>nemanja dzuverovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06431423452202451431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S72ef59dZJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8S58I1lace0/S220/IMG_4622.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S6ZCdU_du1I/AAAAAAAAAI0/FjC1eSDEsVY/s72-c/math.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36340989.post-4641536309679820970</id><published>2008-10-06T22:09:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T14:31:05.382+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='price iz svakodnevnog zivota u zamisljenom svetu'/><title type='text'>Kada bih ja bio Hulio Kortazar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Dj_4p3PEWE/Tt9qiqZtQuI/AAAAAAAAAP4/2W7EkvRibdI/s1600/Julio_Cortazar_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Dj_4p3PEWE/Tt9qiqZtQuI/AAAAAAAAAP4/2W7EkvRibdI/s320/Julio_Cortazar_7.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kada bih ja bio Hulio Koratazar pisao bih minipriče i romane na isti način i identičnim stilom, ali bih umesto njegovog imena stavljao svoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kada bi on bio ja pretpostavljam da bi uradio isto samo što bi umesto moga stavljao svoj potpis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Razlika je u tome što sam ja Kortazar, a Hulio bi želeo da to bude on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36340989-4641536309679820970?l=gerilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/feeds/4641536309679820970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36340989&amp;postID=4641536309679820970&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/4641536309679820970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/4641536309679820970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;a href="http://freedomfight.net/cms/index.php?mact=News,cntnt01,detail,0&amp;amp;cntnt01articleid=126&amp;amp;cntnt01origid=15&amp;amp;cntnt01detailtemplate=my_showdetail.tpl&amp;amp;cntnt01dateformat=%25d.%20%25m.%20%25Y.&amp;amp;cntnt01returnid=62"&gt;http://freedomfight.net/ZmagazineBr5.pdf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://freedomfight.net/cms/index.php?mact=News,cntnt01,detail,0&amp;amp;cntnt01articleid=126&amp;amp;cntnt01origid=15&amp;amp;cntnt01detailtemplate=my_showdetail.tpl&amp;amp;cntnt01dateformat=%25d.%20%25m.%20%25Y.&amp;amp;cntnt01returnid=62"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36340989-2154002019319452718?l=gerilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/feeds/2154002019319452718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36340989&amp;postID=2154002019319452718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/2154002019319452718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/2154002019319452718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/2008/06/haiti-istorija-jedne-drame-z-magazin.html' title='Haiti-istorija jedne drame, Z magazin'/><author><name>nemanja dzuverovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06431423452202451431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S72ef59dZJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8S58I1lace0/S220/IMG_4622.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36340989.post-2573726775689964083</id><published>2008-05-27T19:00:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T19:03:44.762+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Južni kutak Evrope</title><content type='html'>Evropske sveske, broj 1, maj 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36340989-2573726775689964083?l=gerilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/feeds/2573726775689964083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36340989&amp;postID=2573726775689964083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/2573726775689964083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/2573726775689964083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/2008/05/juni-kutak-evrope.html' title='Južni kutak Evrope'/><author><name>nemanja dzuverovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06431423452202451431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S72ef59dZJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8S58I1lace0/S220/IMG_4622.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36340989.post-6770338040628111488</id><published>2008-04-03T17:51:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T13:52:15.364+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Lisabon (ili zašto su oni krenuli na put u prošlost)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j9MyLCE3U5Y/Tt9hYsoMeNI/AAAAAAAAANo/_5FgPCWe-hA/s1600/n730496170_501074_5412.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="229" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j9MyLCE3U5Y/Tt9hYsoMeNI/AAAAAAAAANo/_5FgPCWe-hA/s320/n730496170_501074_5412.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SR"&gt;Mesto na kome se završava atlansko plavetnilo i počinje evropsko tlo predstavlja svojevrsnu mešavinu crno-belih filmova sa Hemfrijem Bogartom iz 40-ih godina, marokanskih primorskih gradova i Pariza 70-ih godina i osvaja čim stupite na njegovo tlo. Lisabon živi svoj život u vremenu koje teče paralelno sa stvarnošću u kojoj živimo, gde se stvari odigravaju na potpuno drugačiji način i gde ljudi prolaze kroz svoje živote poput likova iz Markesovog mističnog mesta Makondo. Lisabon je mesto gde se stvarnost i mašta spajaju.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SR"&gt;Tokom besciljne šetnje gradom telo opija čudna mešavina mirisa okeana i viševekovne istorije koju ovo mesto poseduje; uske ulice koje se prepliću i ukrštavaju vode pravo ka okeanu koji u prvom kontaktu parališe telo dok oči pokušavaju da se priviknu na jarku plavu boju...ipak je bolje oslepeti od te napadne boje nego živeti ceo život u crno-beloj tehnici.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SR"&gt;Šetnja Baixom ili Bairom Altom, vožnja prepoznatljivim žutim tramvajem, koji se kao malo dete, provlači kroz preuske ulice grada, prodavnice sa beskrajnim nizom ploča Amalije Rodriguez, knjižare u kojima se oseća težak, ustajali, miris knjiga, poslastičarnice u kojima se služi predivno pecivo kao i slika starih ljudi koji ispred svojih kuća raspravljaju o raznim temama prizori su koji ispunjavaju glavu koja pokušava da se odupre toj bujici slika, boja, mirisa i zvukova koji naviru u nju... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SR"&gt;Noć je rezervisana za Alfamu, deo grada koji živi u vremenu Mavara, u vremenu izgubljenih bitaka i izgubljenih srodnih duša. Dok šetate polumračnim ulicama, iz trošnih zgrada koje se jedva drže uspravno dopiru zvuci fada koji opčinjavaju i primoravaju da ih pratite.Fado predstavlja tugu; bol za izgubljenim pretočen u setnu muziku koja u potpunosti obuzima dok sedite u uglu mračnog lokala i gledate sene izvođača. Muzika služi da zaceli rane, ali fado ih drži otvorenim i polako ih dodiruje, da ne bi ste nikad prežalili, jer ako prežalite onda će te i zaboraviti..a ništa gore od zaborava nema. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SR"&gt;...na putu nazad, dok se polako udaljavate od okeana i brojite azulejoše po zgradama, osećate kako miris okeana zamenjuje miris trošnih zgrada koje nataknute, jedna pored druge, stoje na tom mestu i po nekoliko vekova.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="SR"&gt;Lisabon, svojim usporenim ritmom života i istančanim senzibilitetom, predstavlja svejevrsni kontinum između prošlosti i sadašnjosti, između juče, danas i sutra. Prošlost je ono što čini budućnost Lisabona...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36340989-6770338040628111488?l=gerilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/feeds/6770338040628111488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36340989&amp;postID=6770338040628111488&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/6770338040628111488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/6770338040628111488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/2008/04/lisabon-ili-zato-su-oni-krenuli-na-put.html' title='Lisabon (ili zašto su oni krenuli na put u prošlost)'/><author><name>nemanja dzuverovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06431423452202451431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S72ef59dZJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8S58I1lace0/S220/IMG_4622.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j9MyLCE3U5Y/Tt9hYsoMeNI/AAAAAAAAANo/_5FgPCWe-hA/s72-c/n730496170_501074_5412.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total><georss:featurename>Nemanjina, Belgrade 11000, Serbia</georss:featurename><georss:point>44.802416 20.465601</georss:point><georss:box>41.933311 15.41189 47.671521 25.519312</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36340989.post-4413718069145896188</id><published>2008-03-08T14:21:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T12:51:56.458+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Bog je predaleko,SAD su preblizu &amp; Argentina vs. MMF, Z magazin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://freedomfight.net/cms/index.php?mact=News,cntnt01,detail,0&amp;amp;cntnt01articleid=79&amp;amp;cntnt01origid=117&amp;amp;cntnt01detailtemplate=my_showdetail.tpl&amp;amp;cntnt01dateformat=%25d.%20%25m.%20%25Y.&amp;amp;cntnt01returnid=62"&gt;http://freedomfight.net/ZmagazinBr4.pdf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://freedomfight.net/cms/index.php?page=novosti-z-magazin"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36340989-4413718069145896188?l=gerilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/feeds/4413718069145896188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36340989&amp;postID=4413718069145896188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/4413718069145896188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/4413718069145896188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/2008/03/bog-je-predalekosad-su-preblizu.html' title='Bog je predaleko,SAD su preblizu &amp; Argentina vs. MMF, Z magazin'/><author><name>nemanja dzuverovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06431423452202451431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S72ef59dZJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8S58I1lace0/S220/IMG_4622.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36340989.post-8745407265082280388</id><published>2008-02-02T15:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T15:23:40.108+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='price iz svakodnevnog zivota u zamisljenom svetu'/><title type='text'>Razgovor u dvoje</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SR"&gt;Kažeš da to nisi uradio?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nisam.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Ali si hteo da uradiš?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Razmišljao sam o tome.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Da li ti je žao zbog toga?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeste.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Ako ti je žao zašto onda to i ne kažeš?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Žao mi je.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Zašto govoriš nešto ako tako ne misliš!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36340989-8745407265082280388?l=gerilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/feeds/8745407265082280388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36340989&amp;postID=8745407265082280388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/8745407265082280388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/8745407265082280388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/2008/02/razgovor-u-dvoje.html' title='Razgovor u dvoje'/><author><name>nemanja dzuverovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06431423452202451431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S72ef59dZJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8S58I1lace0/S220/IMG_4622.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36340989.post-3038015778119980041</id><published>2008-01-02T13:22:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T15:13:08.165+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='price iz svakodnevnog zivota u zamisljenom svetu'/><title type='text'>Nema je</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S6Ypb_Pe_sI/AAAAAAAAAIs/GniUMnhwaps/s1600-h/IMG_7402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S6Ypb_Pe_sI/AAAAAAAAAIs/GniUMnhwaps/s200/IMG_7402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451089959788150466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bilo je podne kada se probudio. Baci pogled, iz kreveta, po sobi od 6 m&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; i vide da je sam u njoj. Brzo nabaci jaknu koja je već po&lt;span style="" lang="SR"&gt;čela da se oseća na buđ iz sobe. Istrča iz zgrade br. 36 u Rua de Lamarck ka pekari gde je ona kupovala kroasane. Prodavačica mu reče da to jutro nije svraćala. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SR"&gt;Pomisli da je možda otišla do Sacré Coeur gde je volela da sedi na stepenicama sa kojih se pružao najlepši pogled na Pariz. Ipak, na stepenicama osim japanskih i američkih turista koji su se besomučno smejali i slikali nikog nije bilo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SR"&gt;Otrča do Sorbone IV gde je studirala, ali njene kolege mu rekoše da se nije pojavila na predavanjima.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SR"&gt;Seti se da posle predavanja voli da ide u duge šetnje po Jardin du Luxembourg. Pola sata je tumarao parkom. Pregleda svaku klupu i pogleda iza svakog drveta . Nje nije bilo tamo...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SR"&gt;Crkva Ste-Chapelle pomisli. Ona obožava da provodi vreme uživajući u pogledu na predivne murale ove gotske crkve. U crkvi, osim sveštenika, koji se pripremao za podnevnu službu, nikog nije bilo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SR"&gt;Dok je besciljno tumarao Champs-Elysées seti se kako je pričala da još jednom želi da poseti baštu Museo Rodin i uživa u skulpturama koje su se šepurile pod otvorenim nebom. Pričao je svima zaposlenima, razgovarao sa studentima koji su sedeli, skrštenih nogu, oko skulptura i detaljno ih precrtavali. Niko je nije video...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SR"&gt;Na kraju ode na metro stanicu Père Lachaise. Tu su se uvek nalazili na kraju radnog dana. Bilo je to mesto idealno za sastanke. Nalazilo se na pola puta između njegovog posla i njenog fakulteta. Čekao ju je sat vremena. Nje nije bilo...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SR"&gt;Noć je već uveliko pala. On, u povratku, svratio do cafe des 2 moulins gde su zajedno pili belu kafu. Ovo puta je sam popi. Pope se u svoju sobu, okači jaknu o isti ofinger kao i uvek i leže u krevet. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="SR"&gt;Nje i dalje nije bilo....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36340989-3038015778119980041?l=gerilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/feeds/3038015778119980041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36340989&amp;postID=3038015778119980041&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/3038015778119980041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/3038015778119980041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/2008/01/nema-je.html' title='Nema je'/><author><name>nemanja dzuverovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06431423452202451431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S72ef59dZJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8S58I1lace0/S220/IMG_4622.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S6Ypb_Pe_sI/AAAAAAAAAIs/GniUMnhwaps/s72-c/IMG_7402.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36340989.post-4340253070148270399</id><published>2007-12-09T11:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T14:54:43.105+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Ikone (i naš odnos prema njima)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Koračaćemo korakom najsporijeg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                          Zapatistička izreka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;U želji da sebe potpunije objasni svaka osoba se ideološki definiše na određeni način. Ideološka pripadnost sastavni je deo našeg bića i omogućava nam lakše pojašnjenje viđenja društvenih vrednosti. Različito shvatanje društvenih vrednosti ili možda bolje reći prioriteta među njima dovodi do prilično proste, ali opšteprihvaćene podele ljudi na različite grupe poput levičara, desničara ili pak centrista. Naravno u svakoj od grupa postoje varijeteti od umerenih pristalica pa do ekstrema.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Za razliku od drugih stavovi ve&lt;span style="" lang="SR-CYR"&gt;ćine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="SR-CYR"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;levičara&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;najlakše se manifestuju kroz iskazivanje poštovanja (a ponekad i divljenja) prema osobama koje su svoj život dale za ostvarivanje svojih tj. levičarskih ideala i koji su svojim aktivizmom, mišljenjem i žrtvom inspirisali sledbenike u vremenu koje dolazi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Danas, kada živimo na “kraju istorije”, iskakanje pojedinaca isticanjem lika i dela navedenih ljudi se karakteriše kao anahroni aktivizam koji nije u skladu sa duhom vremena u kojem živimo i realnosti koja je prisutna. Kao da postoji pravo i pogrešno vreme za neslaganje sa sistemom koji smatrate nepodobnim. &lt;b style=""&gt;Dominacija određene strukture ne znači njeno apsolutno prihvatanje.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Uporedo sa etiketiranjem navedenih pojedinaca na delu je i potpuno negacija svega što su levičarske ikone (za pristalice) ikada uradile. U ovome leži najveći problem. Da li bi politički neistomišljenici bili toliko uporni u negaciji ne samo političkog aktivizma već i karakternih osobina navedenih ljudi da imaju svoje ikone? Da li nepostojanje osoba koje se mogu isticati (pozitivno) kao primeri borbe za drugačije ideje sa sobom povlači i da su levičarske ikone u svojoj osnovi prividne, lažne? &lt;b style=""&gt;Da li se nepostojanje alternative supstituiše negacijom postojećeg?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Niko ne osporava činjenicu da su ljudi u pitanju grešili (ponekad i prečesto), da su činili nedopustive stvari u određenim trenucima, da su ponekad bili nedosledni i sl., ali to ne može i ne sme biti razlog za njihovu potpunu negaciju od strane neistomišljenika samo zbog činjenice da oni nemaju ličnosti koje bi na valjani način prezentovale njihova uverenja i stavove. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36340989-4340253070148270399?l=gerilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/feeds/4340253070148270399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36340989&amp;postID=4340253070148270399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/4340253070148270399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/4340253070148270399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/2007/12/ikone-i-nas-odnos-prema-njima.html' title='Ikone (i naš odnos prema njima)'/><author><name>nemanja dzuverovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06431423452202451431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S72ef59dZJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8S58I1lace0/S220/IMG_4622.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36340989.post-4542033262787156640</id><published>2007-11-30T16:41:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T17:01:56.903+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Nenasilje, Mark Kurlanski</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S6ZC7-QGrmI/AAAAAAAAAI8/U-baxURBxxw/s1600-h/ImageHandler.ashx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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Nada es para siempre-Fabiana Cantillo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Gracias por Fabian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36340989-4909187149035359826?l=gerilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/feeds/4909187149035359826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36340989&amp;postID=4909187149035359826&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/4909187149035359826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/4909187149035359826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/2007/11/que-te-vaya-bonito-argentina.html' title='Que te vaya bonito (Argentina)'/><author><name>nemanja dzuverovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06431423452202451431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S72ef59dZJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8S58I1lace0/S220/IMG_4622.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36340989.post-6834449752634611652</id><published>2007-11-07T18:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T13:54:40.290+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>El Escondite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9AwA7PDa_Pw/Tt9h-3WAjcI/AAAAAAAAANw/aIK9fXjIvAI/s1600/hide_and_seek.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9AwA7PDa_Pw/Tt9h-3WAjcI/AAAAAAAAANw/aIK9fXjIvAI/s1600/hide_and_seek.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pito,pito gorgorito,¿Donde vas tú tan bonito?A la hera verdadera pim pom fuera, salvadito tú estas!!!&lt;/span&gt;.....tu pandas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;uno, dos, tres.....diez, once.....dieciséis.....vente....veinticuatro y veinticinco.....yo voy!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...no hay nadie aquí...o allí...¿y en primero piso?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;....rápido,rápido...para mi y todos mis amigos!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36340989-6834449752634611652?l=gerilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/feeds/6834449752634611652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36340989&amp;postID=6834449752634611652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/6834449752634611652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/6834449752634611652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/2007/11/el-escondite.html' title='El Escondite'/><author><name>nemanja dzuverovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06431423452202451431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S72ef59dZJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8S58I1lace0/S220/IMG_4622.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9AwA7PDa_Pw/Tt9h-3WAjcI/AAAAAAAAANw/aIK9fXjIvAI/s72-c/hide_and_seek.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36340989.post-3759477077009126553</id><published>2007-10-31T14:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T19:01:33.196+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='go away I&apos;m sad'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;tišina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               la  tranquilidad&lt;br /&gt;            silence&lt;br /&gt;          la  silence&lt;br /&gt;            спокойствие&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            život&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;                la  vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           life&lt;br /&gt;           le vie&lt;br /&gt;           жизнь&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          sreća&lt;br /&gt;          la felicidad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;           happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;             la bonheur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         счастье&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samoća&lt;br /&gt;            la soledad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;               solitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;            la isolement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           одиночество&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          kraj&lt;br /&gt;          el fin&lt;br /&gt;          the end&lt;br /&gt;          le fin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;              конец&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36340989-3759477077009126553?l=gerilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/feeds/3759477077009126553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36340989&amp;postID=3759477077009126553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/3759477077009126553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/3759477077009126553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/2007/10/reci.html' title='...'/><author><name>nemanja dzuverovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06431423452202451431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S72ef59dZJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8S58I1lace0/S220/IMG_4622.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36340989.post-2011894398506590570</id><published>2007-10-12T14:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T11:32:18.896+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Nemanja u kapitalizmu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Za razliku od vecine Vas koji ste jos uvek u divljoj tranziciji ja sam presao u sledecu fazu zvanu institucionalizovi kapitalizam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faza je pocela isticanjem moje zdravstvene knjizice koju sam naivno pokusao da obnovim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naime posto sam napunio 26 godina (od "mlade nade" prvo je nestao pridev "mlada" jer ocigledno sa 26 godina nestaje taj prefiks iz Vaseg zivota...ostala je samo "nada", ali i ta rec se sve manje upotrebljava kada se prica o meni), nisam zavrsio fakultet (nije vredelo moje ljubazno objasnjenje da sam ja na specijalistickim akademskim studijama, njima poznatijim kao magistarske..."Sinko ako do sada nisi magistrirao zasto se jos uvek trudis...pusti to mladjima") i imam primanja u porodici vise od 8 000 DIN mesecno (jasno su izbegli da mi kazu 100 evra jer jel' te dinar iz dana u dan jaca pa je to vise od 100 evra) nemam pravo na besplatno zdravstveno osiguranje vec kao NEZAPOSLENI STUDENT MORAM DA PLACAM mesecno odredjeni iznos...jos uvek nisam shvatio kako nezaposleni mogu da placaju, ali mislim i da necu shvatiti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zato Vas molim ako ste bolesni ili imate neke prenosive izlecive bolesti da me ne zovete dok ne ozdravite jer ne bih voleo da iz faze institucionalizovanog kapitalizma predjem u fazu klinicke smrti!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36340989-2011894398506590570?l=gerilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/feeds/2011894398506590570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36340989&amp;postID=2011894398506590570&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/2011894398506590570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/2011894398506590570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/2007/10/nemanja-u-kapitalizmu.html' title='Nemanja u kapitalizmu'/><author><name>nemanja dzuverovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06431423452202451431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S72ef59dZJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8S58I1lace0/S220/IMG_4622.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36340989.post-7392843985471928526</id><published>2007-09-01T19:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T13:56:11.421+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>la friendship (the amistad)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pZC7Me45B0k/Tt9iRp8eBnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/mUUAitBKsw4/s1600/n518623614_255529_4540.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pZC7Me45B0k/Tt9iRp8eBnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/mUUAitBKsw4/s1600/n518623614_255529_4540.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...is when your friends come back earlier from their trip just to say Goodbye to you before you trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36340989-7392843985471928526?l=gerilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/feeds/7392843985471928526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36340989&amp;postID=7392843985471928526&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/7392843985471928526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/7392843985471928526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/2007/09/la-friendship-amistad.html' title='la friendship (the amistad)'/><author><name>nemanja dzuverovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06431423452202451431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S72ef59dZJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8S58I1lace0/S220/IMG_4622.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pZC7Me45B0k/Tt9iRp8eBnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/mUUAitBKsw4/s72-c/n518623614_255529_4540.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36340989.post-3851533951181246635</id><published>2007-08-21T00:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T14:00:36.890+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='go away I&apos;m sad'/><title type='text'>THE PAST</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nYG6Sn_yb-s/Tt9jZDotguI/AAAAAAAAAOA/a2EEwPMPwNI/s1600/jarzebina.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nYG6Sn_yb-s/Tt9jZDotguI/AAAAAAAAAOA/a2EEwPMPwNI/s1600/jarzebina.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I live in the past and from the past...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The present time is only a link that connects past and future where I will be living in the past...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36340989-3851533951181246635?l=gerilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/feeds/3851533951181246635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36340989&amp;postID=3851533951181246635&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/3851533951181246635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/3851533951181246635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/2007/08/past.html' title='THE PAST'/><author><name>nemanja dzuverovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06431423452202451431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S72ef59dZJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8S58I1lace0/S220/IMG_4622.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nYG6Sn_yb-s/Tt9jZDotguI/AAAAAAAAAOA/a2EEwPMPwNI/s72-c/jarzebina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36340989.post-8823157391282005869</id><published>2007-07-16T15:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T11:34:42.743+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='price iz svakodnevnog zivota u zamisljenom svetu'/><title type='text'>Prodavacica sladoleda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Dobar dan” &lt;/span&gt;rece on bacajuci pogled na frizider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Dobar dan”&lt;/span&gt; ljubazno mu odgovori prodavacica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On se malo zamisli i posle nekoliko trenutaka se osmeli i svojim, tek uvezbanim srpskim, rece: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Ja bih zeleo jedan Kapri”&lt;/span&gt;. Prodavacica se osmehnu, otvori frizider i izvadi jedan Kapri koji pazljivo otvori tako da on samo uhvati stapic i izvuce sladoled iz papira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Prijatno” &lt;/span&gt;rece prodavacica spustajuci papir u kantu koja je bila odmah pored frizidera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On je odpozdravi, okrenu se i ode svojim putem. Dok je hodao uzarenim ulicama i jeo svoj sladoled pomisli &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Kako cudan obicaj,  kod nas prodavci nikad ne otvaraju sladoled umesto tebe” &lt;/span&gt;i dok je o tome razmisljao vide prijatelja koji ga je cekao na dogovorenom mestu. On na brzinu zavrsi sladoled i pridje stolu gde je sedeo njegov prijatelj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na prodavacicu i njeno ljupko otvaranje sladoleda vise nije pomislio…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36340989-8823157391282005869?l=gerilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/feeds/8823157391282005869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36340989&amp;postID=8823157391282005869&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/8823157391282005869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/8823157391282005869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/2007/07/prodavacica-sladoleda.html' title='Prodavacica sladoleda'/><author><name>nemanja dzuverovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06431423452202451431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S72ef59dZJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8S58I1lace0/S220/IMG_4622.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36340989.post-5948774950968809761</id><published>2007-07-10T00:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T14:24:11.867+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='price iz svakodnevnog zivota u zamisljenom svetu'/><title type='text'>tablete i osecaj grize savesti u njima</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tMRws45Ws34/Tt9o8PsZX4I/AAAAAAAAAPw/l_OrFPkQCNI/s1600/PILLS%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tMRws45Ws34/Tt9o8PsZX4I/AAAAAAAAAPw/l_OrFPkQCNI/s320/PILLS%25282%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ne"&lt;/span&gt; rece on i spusti solju sa vrucim cajem koji je upravo sipao u svoju omiljenu solju &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kako ne mozes da poverujes. Istrazivanja se vec rade u Velikoj Britaniji. Samo je pitanje godine ili meseca kada ce objaviti da je lek protiv grize savesti pronadjen i testiran i spreman za ljudsku upotrebu"&lt;/span&gt; i dok je to izgovarao sede za kuhinjski sto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Pravice se u tabletama i piti tri puta dnevno, jedna tableta posle svakog obroka. Kazu da znacajno umanjuje ili potpuno brise svaki osecaj grize savesti kod ljudi. Za ovaj lek povod za grizu savesti nije bitan jer je toliko delotvoran da cak i oni najjaci osecaji poput osecaja krivice za smrt nekog bliznjeg bivaju u potpunosti izbrisani..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ona ga nezainteresovano pogleda, vec naviknuta na njegove price, i nastavi da cita svoju knjigu koju je taj dan kupila u knjizari koja se nalazi preko puta njenog posla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36340989-5948774950968809761?l=gerilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/feeds/5948774950968809761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36340989&amp;postID=5948774950968809761&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/5948774950968809761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/5948774950968809761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/2007/07/tablete-i-osecaj-grize-savesti-u-njima.html' title='tablete i osecaj grize savesti u njima'/><author><name>nemanja dzuverovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06431423452202451431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S72ef59dZJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8S58I1lace0/S220/IMG_4622.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tMRws45Ws34/Tt9o8PsZX4I/AAAAAAAAAPw/l_OrFPkQCNI/s72-c/PILLS%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36340989.post-7235028288092250697</id><published>2007-07-07T13:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T11:32:53.147+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Austrij(sk)a nemoguca misija</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Juce bi lep dan i ja se uputih ka austrijskoj ambasadi da vidim sta mi sve treba od dokumenata za dobijanje vize (za Srbe evidentno najvazniji deo putovanja, bez obzira na njegovu duzinu).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krenuh ja tako i vec kod Saborne crkve vidoh razne “grupacije” koje stoje u, samo njima, pravilno formiranim redovima za dobijanje raznih vrsta viza (ocigledno kod austrijanaca postoji razlikovanje na “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;turiste&lt;/span&gt;”, “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;poslovce&lt;/span&gt;”, “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;domacine&lt;/span&gt;” i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;druge&lt;/span&gt;..cini mi se da ja spadam u druge ali to ni posle silnih nastojanja nisam uspeo da shvatim u potpunosti)…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posle malog dvoumljenja pridjoh jednom “domacinu” da ga pitam sta je potrebno od dokumenata i kada je potrebno da se dodje da bi se “eventualno” uhvatio red za vizu…Prvo me je pogledao sumnjivo (verovatno misleci u sebi da nije moguce da ne znam sta je sve potrebno za vizu…jel’ te, to svi znaju, verovatno postoji neko pravilo do koje godine ili uzrasta je potrebno znati napamet sva neophodna dokumenta za dobijanje austriske vize) ali, posto se uverio da stvarno ne znam ponudio mi je svoju “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;punu saradnju&lt;/span&gt;”. Posle izdeklamovanog spiska dokumenta potrebnih za vizu pocinje glavni deo moje price….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na moje pitanje kada je potrebno doci da bi se uhvatio red on mi odgovori da je potrebno doci ujutru da bi se upisao na &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;spisak&lt;/span&gt;!!! (koji niko nije niti video niti potpisao..njegovo postojanje potvrdjuju samo price i legende ljudi koji stoje u redovima)…”nakon sto se upises na spisak”, nastavi on, “treba da se dogovoris sa ostalim srecnicima tj. kolegama koji su se upisali na spisak kada pocinje “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cekanje&lt;/span&gt;””…na moje pitanje sta je cekanje on odgovori da svi ljudi koji se upisu na spisak moraju da se dogovore medjusobno (shvatio sam da se formira neka vrsta nezavisnog sindikata) kada dolaze predvece..obicno je to oko osam ili devet, i kada se svi skupe pocinje “cekanje”…ono se sastoji u tome sto od osam (ili devet) uvece pa do devet ujutru na svaka dva sata “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;izlazi&lt;/span&gt;” spisak iz ambasade i pocinje prozivanje, ko propusti barem jedno prozivanje odmah se brise sa spiska… sistemom eliminacije do jutra se smanji broj ljudi na spisku i oni koji su ostali na spisku sada cekaju lutriju dobijanja brojeva (sa kojima ulazite da dobijete vizu)…problem je u tome sto ako je na spisku ostalo 80 ljudi, a oni svaki dan dele npr. 50 brojeva i ako se ne nalazite na spisku medju prvih 50 znaci da necete dobiti broj i da morate sledecu noc ponovo da cekate..jedina prednost je u tome sto ste sada na spisku blize vrhu…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakon ovih informacija ostaje mi samo da napravim spisak neophodnih potrebstina za “cekanje”…mislio sam: tronozac, jakna, termostat, knjiga, novine od sledeceg dana koje mogu da se kupe na Trgu posle ponoci, hrana (plus grickalice), pa i malo rakije da se covek ugreje (noci su ipak hladne)…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jos neki predlog?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36340989-7235028288092250697?l=gerilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/feeds/7235028288092250697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36340989&amp;postID=7235028288092250697&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/7235028288092250697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/7235028288092250697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/2007/07/austrijska-nemoguca-misija.html' title='Austrij(sk)a nemoguca misija'/><author><name>nemanja dzuverovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06431423452202451431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S72ef59dZJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8S58I1lace0/S220/IMG_4622.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36340989.post-5768097220651407425</id><published>2007-06-27T20:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T14:01:49.371+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>shoebox and memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1RDi8x8u2YA/Tt9jpaNmbMI/AAAAAAAAAOI/s0V5OWgKMbs/s1600/shoebox1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1RDi8x8u2YA/Tt9jpaNmbMI/AAAAAAAAAOI/s0V5OWgKMbs/s1600/shoebox1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every person at some point in his or her life have a desire to sum up their existences and make conclusion (from some reason for every human being it’s very important to have some higher meaning of life…) which will help them to cope with rest of their lives (which are usually significantly longer than part about which they are making conclusions…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;For most of the people, family, children or life long partner is most valuable part of their lives and at the same time their biggest achievements. For others it is their job or some aspect of that job. For many material possession are seen as very important factor of “full life” …so more possessions more fulfilling life (equation is very simple if you follow this pattern of life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like every other human being I also have a desire to sum up….but somewhere between equation and result my variables have changed which had an surprisingly affect on the final result. Therefore, from that result I have made a new equation….which I’m sharing with you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look around very closely, you can see that every person have (or should have) two belongings which are influencing and steering their lives…First one is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shoebox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!! Every person have somewhere in their closet shoe (or in my case snickers) box in which they keep all belongings which have sentimental meaning for them…somebody is keeping letters from boyfriend or girlfriend, others pictures or photos from they trips, send from desert, their high school marks or maybe clock from their father….and they almost never look in it…only from time to time when they are cleaning closet they find it without intention to look deeply in it (it’s only for keeping, not for watching?!?!?!), but when they take a pick their perspective completely change, everything starts to be more vague and emotional (the whole new-old world opens in front of their “wide-shut” eyes) and they start to remember things or people they almost forgot, of their failures, regrets or remorse, long lost friends or journeys that never took place (but were always on “to do list”), book that have been read numerous times in a row, theater plays that have been seen (some people like to keep all their tickets, I think that they have or a bigger box or maybe two of them)….The second belonging is very much connected to the first one…shoebox can’t exist without …&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;…every person who likes to remember (and occasionally forgets) have it’s own shoebox hidden under old boots and snickers…and other one in it’s own head…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…at the end when you sum up everything you “only” have memories…of journeys, people, dear friends, unpleasant moments, times when you were very hurt or when you hurt somebody, times of happiness or sadness, times of family tragedy or joy, memories of things that never have happened but you wished they did or other way around, memories of you first car, marble, kiss, girlfriend, boyfriend, sunset, trip with friends, party…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every person have a job and a family and money, we all have that in common… but every person’s shoebox and memories are different…this is what distinguish us one from another…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m just glad that my box is already almost full, I'd better buy some winter boots, they are packed in much bigger boxes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36340989-5768097220651407425?l=gerilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/feeds/5768097220651407425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36340989&amp;postID=5768097220651407425&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/5768097220651407425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/5768097220651407425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/2007/06/every-person-at-some-point-in-his-or.html' title='shoebox and memories'/><author><name>nemanja dzuverovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06431423452202451431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S72ef59dZJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8S58I1lace0/S220/IMG_4622.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1RDi8x8u2YA/Tt9jpaNmbMI/AAAAAAAAAOI/s0V5OWgKMbs/s72-c/shoebox1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36340989.post-7607078372842131281</id><published>2007-06-01T19:24:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T14:03:47.414+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Trougao</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Fabián Vique, Argentina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ROjtU7_YoN4/Tt9j4yrST1I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/v9lmOrwRv_8/s1600/6-ljubavni-trougao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ROjtU7_YoN4/Tt9j4yrST1I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/v9lmOrwRv_8/s1600/6-ljubavni-trougao.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On je voleo kisu. Ona sunce. A ja, sneg.&lt;br /&gt;Ona je gledala sve telenovele. On, sve fudbalske utakmice. A ja, vesti.&lt;br /&gt;On je govorio samo onoliko koliko je neophodno. Ona, znatno vise. A ja, znatno manje.&lt;br /&gt;Ona je volela Boga iznad svega. On je bio ateista. A ja, agnostik&lt;br /&gt;On je voleo igranke. Ona koncerte. A ja, bioskop.&lt;br /&gt;Ona se namerno oblacila nemarno. On, uvek besprekorno. A ja, kako kad.&lt;br /&gt;Bili smo prijatelji, ali je ona bila zaljubljena u njega.&lt;br /&gt;Nevolja je u tome sto je on mene voleo. A ja, naravno, ja sam nju voleo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36340989-7607078372842131281?l=gerilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/feeds/7607078372842131281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36340989&amp;postID=7607078372842131281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/7607078372842131281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/7607078372842131281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/2007/06/trougao.html' title='Trougao'/><author><name>nemanja dzuverovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06431423452202451431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S72ef59dZJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8S58I1lace0/S220/IMG_4622.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ROjtU7_YoN4/Tt9j4yrST1I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/v9lmOrwRv_8/s72-c/6-ljubavni-trougao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36340989.post-6360443336697390407</id><published>2007-05-03T19:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T14:05:08.011+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Ne ljuti se covece</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OKFnA_Q1vZY/Tt9kXDgLSaI/AAAAAAAAAOY/FAmOY91ijd4/s1600/dice1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OKFnA_Q1vZY/Tt9kXDgLSaI/AAAAAAAAAOY/FAmOY91ijd4/s320/dice1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Prosle nedelje bio sam kod moje sestricine Joce koju dugo nisam video. Joca je kao i sva ostala deca…. budi se jako rano, ide u vrtic, vise voli slatkise od bilo cega drugog i ima mladjeg brata od koga je “mnogo ozbiljnija” i nije joj jasno kako neko moze da bude tako detinjast kao njen brat…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dok smo sedeli i jeli strudlu od maka (da li sam spomenuo da moja baka Zora pravi najbolju makovnjacu koju mozete da probate) Joca me upita da li hocu da igram sa njom “Ne ljuti se covece”. Ja pristadoh nevideci da preko puta mene sedi iskusan igrac, ove vecno mitske igre, koji u meni vidi, ne ujaka, vec sledecu svoju zrtvu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Joca je krenula zustro, bacala sestice, izvodila iz kucice jednim za drugim sve svoje coveculjke (rizikujem dok pisem njihov naziv jer nisam siguran da se i danas tako nazivaju…verovatnu imaju neki novi naziv poput &lt;i&gt;super power action figures&lt;/i&gt;) dok sam ja bojazljivo napredovao sa jednim. Sve se promenilo onog trenutka kada mi je Joca rekla da je “jedenje protivnikovih coveculjaka” dozvoljeno (Inace, ova dilema uvek je bila jabuka razdora dok smo igrali igru. &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Po&lt;/st1:place&gt; sigurnosti kojom je Joca izgovorila da je jedenje dozvoljeno rekao bih da je danas institucija “jedenja protivnikovih coveculjaka” cvrsto ustanovljena).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Poceh da dobijam sestice i petice, da jurim po tabli i za tren oka imao sam tri coveculjka u kucici. Ipak moja pazljivo spremljena taktika je pala u vodu onog trenutka kada sam sa poslednjim coveculjkom pokusao da preskocim drugog u kucici i time trijumfalno zavrsim; Joca me ozbiljno pogleda i  rece da preskakanja u kucici nema (Kao i sve ostalo i “Covece ne ljuti se” je ziva igra koja vremenom menja svoja pravila. Nekada je preskakanje u kucici  bila sasvim normalna stvar i nije dolazilo do vecih prigovora od strane drugih igraca kada bi neko to uradio. Ipak po prodornom Jocinom pogledu dok sam pokusavao da “preskocim u kucici” rekao bih da je to danas strogo zabranjeno).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I dok sam ja pokusavao da dobijem jedinicu da bih pomerio predposlednjeg coveculjka u kucici Joca je dobija cas sest, cas pet pa ponovo sest i istovremeno pedantno redjala coveculjke u kucici pazeci da ne dodje do guzve u istoj (kao sto je uradio njen znatno neiskusniji protivnik).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;U svom svom trudu do dobijem taj magicni broj (Kao da je kockica odjedanput imala pet, a ne sest strana) Joca je sa poslednjim coveculjkom usla u kucici i radosno otrcala kod svoje mame da se pohvali kako je pobedila svog znatno starijeg ujku….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ja sam ostao da sedim na krevetu bacajuci kocku i nadajuci se da ce u nekom od sledecih bacanja dobiti jedinicu…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36340989-6360443336697390407?l=gerilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/feeds/6360443336697390407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36340989&amp;postID=6360443336697390407&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/6360443336697390407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/6360443336697390407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/2007/05/ne-ljuti-se-covece.html' title='Ne ljuti se covece'/><author><name>nemanja dzuverovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06431423452202451431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S72ef59dZJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8S58I1lace0/S220/IMG_4622.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OKFnA_Q1vZY/Tt9kXDgLSaI/AAAAAAAAAOY/FAmOY91ijd4/s72-c/dice1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36340989.post-3521050099843742219</id><published>2007-04-22T17:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T14:06:16.051+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='go away I&apos;m sad'/><title type='text'>ocean of tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SU6DA_Tmthc/Tt9ks9TlesI/AAAAAAAAAOg/5C5rc_EFfWQ/s1600/rosa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SU6DA_Tmthc/Tt9ks9TlesI/AAAAAAAAAOg/5C5rc_EFfWQ/s1600/rosa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;When you read the history of the human humankind, it slowly comes to you that all the world's oceans once fell as tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Paul Lutus&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36340989-3521050099843742219?l=gerilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/feeds/3521050099843742219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36340989&amp;postID=3521050099843742219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/3521050099843742219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/3521050099843742219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/2007/04/when-you-read-history-of-human.html' title='ocean of tears'/><author><name>nemanja dzuverovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06431423452202451431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S72ef59dZJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8S58I1lace0/S220/IMG_4622.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SU6DA_Tmthc/Tt9ks9TlesI/AAAAAAAAAOg/5C5rc_EFfWQ/s72-c/rosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36340989.post-4682918231905313174</id><published>2007-04-17T13:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T14:07:13.829+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='go away I&apos;m sad'/><title type='text'>we and our mistakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jUtMD10wpio/Tt9k7szNrNI/AAAAAAAAAOo/d5wsd8yZeO0/s1600/pure....jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jUtMD10wpio/Tt9k7szNrNI/AAAAAAAAAOo/d5wsd8yZeO0/s1600/pure....jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; Why repeating old mistakes when there are so many new ones in front of us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Bertrand Russell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36340989-4682918231905313174?l=gerilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/feeds/4682918231905313174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36340989&amp;postID=4682918231905313174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/4682918231905313174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/4682918231905313174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/2007/04/zato-ponavljati-stare-greke-kada-je.html' title='we and our mistakes'/><author><name>nemanja dzuverovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06431423452202451431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S72ef59dZJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8S58I1lace0/S220/IMG_4622.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jUtMD10wpio/Tt9k7szNrNI/AAAAAAAAAOo/d5wsd8yZeO0/s72-c/pure....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36340989.post-5485797917404786527</id><published>2007-03-08T18:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T11:35:25.673+01:00</updated><title type='text'>promaja</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“promaja” is phenomenon which is very important in our society. you can have much serious problems and illness like cancer, AIDS,TBC or something even worst but if you set on “promaja” you will get permanent cold and there is no cure from this over serious illness…it will kill you eventually…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it’s very strange that other cultures don’t recognize this problem in their surroundings…they even don’t have the word for it...english people have “draft” but it is not even remotely the same (and at the same time it has other meanings, check you microsoft outlook..there can be only one “promaja”)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;spanish people have “corriente de aire” -in translation the flow of the wind &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(mi amigo fabian dice que es lo mismo pero yo no estoy de acuerdo con el)&lt;/span&gt; and we all know that “promaja” is much more than “the flow of the wind”…I bet that it is same case with others..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;…is this possible...maybe &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;serbia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; is only place in the world where this phenomen exist... if it so it must be some great conspiracy from world power centers….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; better get up and close my window…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36340989-5485797917404786527?l=gerilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/feeds/5485797917404786527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36340989&amp;postID=5485797917404786527&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/5485797917404786527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/5485797917404786527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/2007/03/promaja.html' title='promaja'/><author><name>nemanja dzuverovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06431423452202451431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S72ef59dZJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8S58I1lace0/S220/IMG_4622.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36340989.post-117051991108343670</id><published>2007-02-03T17:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T14:10:14.758+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>life is made of ideals not from Ipod's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rbPs_ARimpk/Tt9lO15a6dI/AAAAAAAAAOw/T2TD3ebbkcg/s1600/ipod_fm_trasmitter_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rbPs_ARimpk/Tt9lO15a6dI/AAAAAAAAAOw/T2TD3ebbkcg/s320/ipod_fm_trasmitter_2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;we are living in the modern time or “new age” where there is plenty of place for many unimportant things (look around you and try to comprehend how many things of those which you posses are really necessary for you to have pleasant and satisfying life…not many…) but there is no place for things which are making life worth living for…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are main problems today are so superficial and unimportant…is my Ipod latest model (and if it is do I have enough memory for all of mine illegal download files or do I have all necessary accessories for it like green earphones or pink back cover and similar stupidities) or do I have mobile phone with MP3 music on it or do I have clothes just for this season, do I have plasma TV or just “normal” one ….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half century ago people in late twenties and early thirties (in translation people who were old as we are now) have change the course of history…people like Patrice Lumumba, Sekou Toure of Fidel Castro have found inner straight to lead their people to better tomorrow, to lead the whole countries into unknown future and not to look back and regret for loosing something not worth regretting for…&lt;br /&gt;maybe they have not been better then we are…maybe we are smarter, more educated have better perspective on the world…but we don’t have one thing that all of these men had and what helped them to achieve all those things…we don't have ideals and we certainly don't believe in them any more….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today everybody are seeing ideals as something corrupted something  not normal...ideals are seen just as one more obstacle for you to get “normal and civilized life” as we call it today…if you have ideals you can’t blend in in rest of the population…we don’t want you with your revolutionary ideals to corrupt our childrens!!!&lt;br /&gt;we wake up, go to work then with friends on few drinks, sometime even read some book or see some play. sometimes we even see some sufferings of people who live (or try to survive) far, far away (and quickly switch to another channel… who knows maybe those sufferings will disappear if I don’t pay attention to them)… but without ideals there wouldn’t be life as we know today…if there we no people who believed in higher ideas there would be such a comfort world for us to live today….maybe we should do for next generations what those people did for us and try to make better world…instead of sitting at our houses, drinking coffees and writing our blogs…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No one is perfect in this imperfect world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Patrice Lumumba (1925 - 1961&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36340989-117051991108343670?l=gerilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/feeds/117051991108343670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36340989&amp;postID=117051991108343670&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/117051991108343670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/117051991108343670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/2007/02/life-is-made-of-ideals-not-from-ipods.html' title='life is made of ideals not from Ipod&apos;s'/><author><name>nemanja dzuverovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06431423452202451431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S72ef59dZJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8S58I1lace0/S220/IMG_4622.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rbPs_ARimpk/Tt9lO15a6dI/AAAAAAAAAOw/T2TD3ebbkcg/s72-c/ipod_fm_trasmitter_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36340989.post-116959170842434199</id><published>2007-01-23T23:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T15:11:04.073+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>el articulo</title><content type='html'>mantener las mismas políticas conduce a la decadencia&lt;br /&gt;os interesa situacion politica en serbia?quieres saber algo mas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.espacioalternativo.org/node/1897"&gt;mantener las mismas políticas conduce a la decadencia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36340989-116959170842434199?l=gerilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/feeds/116959170842434199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36340989&amp;postID=116959170842434199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/116959170842434199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/116959170842434199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/2007/01/el-articulo.html' title='el articulo'/><author><name>nemanja dzuverovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06431423452202451431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S72ef59dZJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8S58I1lace0/S220/IMG_4622.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36340989.post-116749496655677195</id><published>2006-12-30T17:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T14:11:24.798+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='go away I&apos;m sad'/><title type='text'>madrid Vs. lisabon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0US-av7OV8o/Tt9l4oLcmZI/AAAAAAAAAO4/HKJyKeqGLMc/s1600/stonewavelisboa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0US-av7OV8o/Tt9l4oLcmZI/AAAAAAAAAO4/HKJyKeqGLMc/s1600/stonewavelisboa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ver Madrid y no continuar a Lisboa es como morir antes del tiempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;text...obrigada pile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;photo...obrigada aga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36340989-116749496655677195?l=gerilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/feeds/116749496655677195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36340989&amp;postID=116749496655677195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/116749496655677195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/116749496655677195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/2006/12/ne-produziti-iz-madrida-u-lisabon-isto.html' title='madrid Vs. lisabon'/><author><name>nemanja dzuverovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06431423452202451431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S72ef59dZJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8S58I1lace0/S220/IMG_4622.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0US-av7OV8o/Tt9l4oLcmZI/AAAAAAAAAO4/HKJyKeqGLMc/s72-c/stonewavelisboa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36340989.post-116739075461018135</id><published>2006-12-29T12:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T11:36:51.928+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>how do you see life?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Few years back I saw one movie which I don’t remember almost at all but the movie had best title ever…. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life (is a bitch and then you die)&lt;/span&gt;…it makes you wonder… do we see life as continuum of bad moments which is occasionally intercept with good ones or is it other way around…is it for you glass half empty (and keep spilling out) or is it half full (and keep filling in)…maybe this should be main division between people…half full and half empty people…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36340989-116739075461018135?l=gerilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/feeds/116739075461018135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36340989&amp;postID=116739075461018135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/116739075461018135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/116739075461018135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/2006/12/how-do-you-see-life.html' title='how do you see life?!?'/><author><name>nemanja dzuverovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06431423452202451431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S72ef59dZJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8S58I1lace0/S220/IMG_4622.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36340989.post-116708087861864531</id><published>2006-12-25T22:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T11:37:10.037+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>it's that time of the year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It’s that time of the year when people are buying ridiculous amount of presents for everybody (including their neighbors because today we are living in the age when even our neighbors deserve their presents for being our neighbors…just another excuse for buying more products (if you prefer gifts) and spending for money….CAPITALISM AND CONSUMER SOCIETY MUST SURVIVE!!!) because Xmass is not Xmass without presents (apparently love and care are not so important today as their use to be)…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today while I was standing in one of the lines without end (and without beginning, at least I didn’t see it…just a flow of people in one very looong line) I  was watching the faces of those people and try to understand do they realize that there are millions (or billions) of people who are living without anything and for them that day in the year (more known as Xmass or NY whatever you like the best) is just another day when they are trying to get by and  try to survive….can we forget our selfish needs for unnecessary things and try to be if not generous than at least humble in true meaning of the word….can we be at least that…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the end (or the beginning of the line) I went to coffee shop and feeling has just fade away…it’s strange how important thing are not really important for us when our life or money or time (so precious time) is in stake…it’s so much easy when we are talking about someone else or when we are giving lessons to them…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36340989-116708087861864531?l=gerilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/feeds/116708087861864531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36340989&amp;postID=116708087861864531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/116708087861864531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/116708087861864531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-that-time-of-year.html' title='it&apos;s that time of the year'/><author><name>nemanja dzuverovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06431423452202451431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S72ef59dZJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8S58I1lace0/S220/IMG_4622.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36340989.post-116698573728760439</id><published>2006-12-24T19:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T11:37:29.479+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>is too much power too less?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We all know that we are living in one state centric system but that does means that (that) state can do whatever it thinks its okay and allowed or should someone try to maintain it’s power…or maybe that state itself should try to limit its own power…DOES TOO MUCH POWER MEANS TOO LITTLE AT THE SAME TIME?!?!...if you don’t have any limitation and boundaries does that change (on worse) your perspective on world and process in it?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If US president can say that Guantanamo is legal and than decide to suspend its work on the ground of it illegality, if he says that American soldiers are behaving according to Geneva conventions and then we find out about Abu Graib and other atrocities in Iraq, if he doesn’t want to sign Roma treaties that establish ICC, if he (or they) says that there are no secret flight and camps all around Europe and then suddenly admits that  there, like it is nothing and that  they are justifiable in war against terrorism (or terror), if he says that US officials should use torture to get some important data’s regarding national security, if US kidnaps citizens of other countries all around the world and torture them without any legal grounds or suspicious, if US doesn’t want to accept Kyoto protocol, if US administration makes out term as preemptive no preventive (just a thought to attack someone is enough for  him to completely destroy you without any concrete proof...my god thought or intension is more than enough) IF…. maybe quantity of power is good to some extent but if you exceed that limit you perception of the world bands over to some other parallel where everything is allowed and where international law and morality doesn’t exist as facts of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today you may be dominant state, you can be that in ten years time or hundred years time but maybe in hundred and one years time some other state will be that dominant state... would US citizens (or citizens of some other states...it is irrelevant for the argument) like for that state to have the same foreign policy, quantity of power and view on the world as their state have?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36340989-116698573728760439?l=gerilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/feeds/116698573728760439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36340989&amp;postID=116698573728760439&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/116698573728760439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/116698573728760439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/2006/12/is-too-much-power-too-less.html' title='is too much power too less?!?'/><author><name>nemanja dzuverovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06431423452202451431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S72ef59dZJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8S58I1lace0/S220/IMG_4622.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36340989.post-116299487569696827</id><published>2006-11-08T15:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T14:12:48.705+01:00</updated><title type='text'>solo para ella</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WrYlkCxb9O4/Tt9mQ323nCI/AAAAAAAAAPA/jUVA3kXbngc/s1600/HPIM01501.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WrYlkCxb9O4/Tt9mQ323nCI/AAAAAAAAAPA/jUVA3kXbngc/s1600/HPIM01501.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...el otro parte de mi corazon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36340989-116299487569696827?l=gerilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/feeds/116299487569696827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36340989&amp;postID=116299487569696827&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/116299487569696827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/116299487569696827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/2006/11/solo-para-ella.html' title='solo para ella'/><author><name>nemanja dzuverovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06431423452202451431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S72ef59dZJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8S58I1lace0/S220/IMG_4622.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WrYlkCxb9O4/Tt9mQ323nCI/AAAAAAAAAPA/jUVA3kXbngc/s72-c/HPIM01501.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36340989.post-116237888583786885</id><published>2006-11-01T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T14:14:00.553+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>so true aga...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6VX7UFGXTHM/Tt9mjxwqwLI/AAAAAAAAAPI/M5gZFx0OXm8/s1600/viol.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6VX7UFGXTHM/Tt9mjxwqwLI/AAAAAAAAAPI/M5gZFx0OXm8/s1600/viol.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I actually started wondering if music&amp;nbsp; should really be divided into old and contemporary?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we should only differentiate between good and bad, or perhaps well and badly played pieces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36340989-116237888583786885?l=gerilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/feeds/116237888583786885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36340989&amp;postID=116237888583786885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/116237888583786885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/116237888583786885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-true-aga.html' title='so true aga...'/><author><name>nemanja dzuverovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06431423452202451431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S72ef59dZJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8S58I1lace0/S220/IMG_4622.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6VX7UFGXTHM/Tt9mjxwqwLI/AAAAAAAAAPI/M5gZFx0OXm8/s72-c/viol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36340989.post-116237883735326265</id><published>2006-11-01T11:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T14:15:17.056+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='go away I&apos;m sad'/><title type='text'>fado y amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FqUWT6BHZrE/Tt9myjDhnHI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/r5gX_F4alQk/s1600/7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FqUWT6BHZrE/Tt9myjDhnHI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/r5gX_F4alQk/s1600/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if you want to listen to fado you have to be,&lt;br /&gt;first in love, and second unhappy in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36340989-116237883735326265?l=gerilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/feeds/116237883735326265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36340989&amp;postID=116237883735326265&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/116237883735326265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/116237883735326265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/2006/11/fado-y-amor.html' title='fado y amor'/><author><name>nemanja dzuverovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06431423452202451431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S72ef59dZJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8S58I1lace0/S220/IMG_4622.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FqUWT6BHZrE/Tt9myjDhnHI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/r5gX_F4alQk/s72-c/7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36340989.post-116237862812235111</id><published>2006-11-01T11:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T11:41:55.755+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='go away I&apos;m sad'/><title type='text'>madredeus for the last time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;in the mid of november there will be THE LAST concert of madredeus held in belgrade.the group is breaking up because everyone is pursuing it’s own vision of how the fado should look like…after amelia rodriguez and madredeus we only have mariza left…or should we maybe move to live in coimbra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…so if you want to listen teresa salguiero for once more time go to concert, after that…who knows…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36340989-116237862812235111?l=gerilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/feeds/116237862812235111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36340989&amp;postID=116237862812235111&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/116237862812235111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/116237862812235111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/2006/11/madredeus-for-last-time.html' title='madredeus for the last time...'/><author><name>nemanja dzuverovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06431423452202451431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eX2gKd2LiN0/S72ef59dZJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/8S58I1lace0/S220/IMG_4622.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36340989.post-116220224959164579</id><published>2006-10-30T10:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T14:17:18.250+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='go away I&apos;m sad'/><title type='text'>tango de la vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4HzZEldlSUM/Tt9nFPkmIWI/AAAAAAAAAPY/dOF68ecxTZc/s1600/tango.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4HzZEldlSUM/Tt9nFPkmIWI/AAAAAAAAAPY/dOF68ecxTZc/s1600/tango.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muzika služi da zaceli stare rane, tango ih drzi otvorene i posipa ih solju...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tango, 1998 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36340989-116220224959164579?l=gerilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/feeds/116220224959164579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36340989.post-116203899892571014</id><published>2006-10-28T14:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T14:19:02.333+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='go away I&apos;m sad'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OpzFP84KIxk/Tt9nj6rPU_I/AAAAAAAAAPg/sXOffu8nnD4/s1600/feelingsosmall.0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OpzFP84KIxk/Tt9nj6rPU_I/AAAAAAAAAPg/sXOffu8nnD4/s1600/feelingsosmall.0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Čovek ispravno vidi srcem, ono što je bitno oku je nevidljivo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antoan de Sent Egziperi &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36340989-116203899892571014?l=gerilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/feeds/116203899892571014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36340989&amp;postID=116203899892571014&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/116203899892571014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36340989/posts/default/116203899892571014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gerilac.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post_28.html' title='...'/><author><name>nemanja 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