T r a n c e . A d v e n t u r e .

Kratke. A sladke. Počitnice. Za dušo. In srčka.
V objemu kraške narave.
Ko sploh ne veš, kam greš. A vseeno greš. Ker čutiš, da bo lepo.
Prišli smo v nočnih urah. Ob ogenj. Med nasmejane. Odprte ljudi. Zvoki številnih bobnov, pojočih himalajskih skled, didžiriduja in petja so me v trenutku zapeljali. In odpeljali.
K sebi.

Za razliko od ostalih poletnih TrancÆdventure dogodkov in festivalov je bil ta brez elektrike. In vstopnine. Njegov namen pa je bil preko številnih delavnic in osebnostnega doprinosa vsakega udeleženca širiti različna znanja, ideje, ustvarjalnost. In pozitivno energijo. Hrano smo si delili na skupni mizi, brezplačno kampirali v središču neokrnjene kraške narave, jogirali, hoola hoopali, reciklirali, kvačkali, šivali pod krošnjami, poslušali pravljice, bobnali na afriške bobne, izkušali razne masaže, gradili eko bivališča in še in še. 

Absolutna pohvala in poklon organizatorju za celoten koncept, odlično organizacijo, trud in pozitivno energijo vloženo v celoten event. 
Mi je žal, da nisem prišla že v petek . . . 
Do naslednjič . . .  

 

 

The Artist. Is. Present.

Few days ago I've seen documentary "The Artist is Present" about a pioneer of performance art, Marina Abramović (born Yugoslavia, 1946) who began using her own body as the subject, object, and medium of her work in the early 1970s.

Shocked. Amazed. And Touched.
That are the only words that can describe my feelings while watching it.
And her latest performance at MoMa . . . just amazing.

Have to see it.
Have to feel it.

ŽIVI. Za DANES.

Počasi umira, kdor postane suženj navad,
ki si vsak dan postavlja iste omejitve,
kdor ne zamenja rutine,
kdor si ne upa zamenjati barv,
kdor ne govori s tistimi, ki jih ne pozna…

Počasi umira, kdor beži pred strastmi
in njihovimi močnimi emocijami,
zaradi katerih se zasvetijo oči
in znova oživijo osamljena srca…

Počasi umira, kdor ne zamenja življenja,
ko je nezadovoljen s službo ali z ljubeznijo,
kdor se zaradi sigurnosti odreka morebitni sreči,
kdor ne sledi svojim sanjam,
kdor si ne dovoli vsaj enkrat v življenju
ubežati pametnim nasvetom…

Počasi umira, kdor ne potuje, kdor ne bere,
kdor ne posluša glasbe, kdor ne najde miline v sebi… 
Počasi umira, kdor uničuje lastno ljubezen,
kdor ne dovoli, da bi mu pomagali,
kdor preživi dneve z jamranjem nad lastno smolo
ali nad neprestanim dežjem…

Počasi umira, kdor opusti načrt
še preden ga poskusi izvesti,
kdor ne sprašuje o tistem, česar ne ve,
kdor ne odgovori, ko je vprašan o tistem, kar ve…

Ne dovoli si počasnega umiranja!
Tvegaj in uresniči želje še danes!
Živi za danes!

(Pablo Neruda)

M Y

Music. Of My. September.

Dub FX feat. Woodnote / FLOW



 
Antony and the Johnsons / CUT THE WORLD

"My eyes are coral, absorbing your dreams
My skin is a surface to push to extremes
My heart is a record of dangerous scenes"




Ludovico Einaudi / FLY

Sigur Rós / Dauðalogn

Air / PHOTOGRAPH

Josh Groban / REMEMBER WHEN IT RAINED

"Wash away the thoughts inside
That keep my mind away from you.
No more love and no more pride
And thoughts are all I have to do."




Mikhael Paskalev / I SPY

 

Melodrom / SEPTEMBER
"...če lase ti topel veter počeše in ti odnese z obraza sledove tujih dlani
če na klop se vsede ptica pozabe in ti noče zapeti o večnosti..."

Truin / CALM

TRUiN - Calm (mini mix) by Truin on Mixcloud

Cigu.Migu.

 “Close some doors today. Not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply because they lead you nowhere.” (Paulo Coelho)



k.a. & p. .i. L. 12'

k.a. & p. .i. L. 12'

We are afraid of loosing our face but finally only then we will be able to find out where we are. And this bring us forward. 

Vse te LEPE. Male stvari.

Včasih intervju, sploh ni intervju. Ampak sproščeno kramljanje. O imenu kolesa. Vrtnarjenju. Pa čeprav z nekom, ki ga prvič vidiš. In se takoj poštekaš . . . Tale je bil eden mojih ljubših!
Hvala.
Celotni ekipi!

pHARMONIA
tekst: Nika Logar
fotografija: Irena Herak
urednik revije: Nenad Senić

 

Just.Let.

Let the rain kiss you.
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops.
Let the rain sing you a lullaby.

(Langston Hughes)

Be.Careful.

There are strange Tigers in Ljubljana . . .

P.A.S.T.

“That is the simple secret of happiness. Whatever you are doing, don't let past move your mind; don't let future disturb you. Because the past is no more, and the future is not yet. To live in the memories, to live in the imagination, is to live in the non-existential. And when you are living in the non-existential, you are missing that which is existential. Naturally you will be miserable, because you will miss your whole life.” (OSHO)

Nede.Lj.a.

Living.In.The.mOMent.

To live in the mOMent

To keep living my life

Easy and breezy

With peace in my mind

I got peace in my heart
Got peace in my soul
Wherever I'm going,
I'm already home . . .
(j.m)

We.would.be.No.Thing.

Without music.

And friends.
And love.

And yes.
Yesterday I really was on Mars.

mojcART

Melodrom

Sigor Rós - Svefn-G-Englar

 

"Music is well said to be the speech of angels; in fact, nothing among the utterances allowed to man is felt to be so divine. It brings us near to the infinite." 

Carlyle, Thomas

September.Je.

Za te.

Reči.