Words are not just words
they are kisses
on the lips of silence
that speak of your essence

Sunday, December 13, 2009


Imali smo trinaest godina i te veceri smo se tresli vise od zadovoljstva sto najzad pripadamo 'velikima' nego od decembarske hladnoce. Dok smo cekali da kupimo karte za rok koncert i sudarali se sa necijim ledjima, rukama, grudima, preleteli smo iz vec pomalo dosadnog detinjstva u nesto novo, ludo i uzbudljivo.

We were thirteen. That night we were trembling more from the excitment that we finally belong to "the big guys" then from the December's cold. While we were in the crowded line to buy tickets for the rock concert we were bumping into strangers' backs, arms, chests... We felt like we have crossed the line from our already a bit boring childhood into something new, crazy and axciting.

Vesna 13/12/2006
Published by Izdavacka kuca Alma


Migue said...

What a nice moment, and what a nice way to explain it. Why can't I remember a moment like that? :(

zoe said...

a crisp, exciting memory to hold...and a beautiful image to illustrate the tumultuous change of that age!