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Sunday 26 May 2013

Poem: Bring back colour



raindrops tapping on the window
are like my thoughts falling down to be heard
resonating deeper into the ears of a lover of thoughts –-
who holds a knife in a land of »what if«'s and »if only could«'s
in the end I always stand naked, with no place left to run to

there is a certain joy in throwing things away
changing our identities, fixing our routines
I dug a hole in my heart and waited what would fall into it
-- countless memories lingered there, locked up for years
-- funny how some things find balance on the edge 

too often I stood paralyzed -- swallowing my words
taking comfort in the thought if I hold my eyelids closed really tightly
I can erase a particular moment, pretending it never took place
on this side of my reality, but it seems unjust to the moment I'm living
to be influenced by another from the past
                               -- but my mind loves to cheat 

time brings a tide which washes away colour and leaves us
with faded memories; we so easily dismiss our past as how naive
we seem to have been; we are not who we say we are
never let go of the painter, who brings back colour
                                -- to what you almost forgot

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Saturday 25 May 2013

Poem: We steal each other



snowflakes covered the freckles of her skin
as she was reminiscing about the taste
the air had, when they held each other
»Sweep me like the wind,« she said,
»to the place where conversation flows with no restrictions
and the sky turns into the sea.«
they swam until their veins were full of crystal water
and their vessels of soil embracing their hearts
                             with no resisting light -----
if you had to choose, which sense would you keep?
for we steal each other in many ways we can
finding beauty in little imperfections that identify us
mirrors are a proof of our lust
we all pay a price for love
and some »I love you«'s hold a BUT
and some, though be heartfelt, hold no future
but still no miles can ever separate us
even on a sunny afternoon she would hold out her tongue
   to catch the snowflakes
for it's the heart that won't give in
   to this avalanche

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Blog: Part of me



I enjoy driving at night. It wakes me up, and the road is somewhat calm so it's easier to follow the stream of thought. I usually feel as if I could handle anything the night would bring, which is the opposite feeling the morning usually gives. And I remember night shifts at the birthing hospital, they were one of the fondest birthing memories. There wasn't so many people, everything was a bit calmer, until urgency called, but still I think I learnt a lot in those nights. It wasn't all that hard once I got used to it, but the walk to the bed in the morning, was the hardest and the longest walk.


Some nights are for driving and last night was one of those. The moon was shining bright behind some shredded clouds, mist was lifting off the land... Nightwish and Bruce Springsteen were playing on the radio, and the tunes swayed me from one memory to the other. And at times I felt so out of myself, as if that »teenager« doesn't exist anymore, I try not to disregard her for being unimportant and somewhat silly. 

»What's God if not the spark that started my life
Smile of a stranger
Sweet music, starry skies
Wonder, mystery wherever my road goes«
- Last ride of the day (Nightwish)

I had an urge to change the road I'm on. To just drive, leave everything behind, start a new adventure. And why do we “approve chains over us”... to quote myself.

»Now all them things that seemed so important
Well mister they vanished right into the air
Now I just act like I don't remember, Mary acts like she don't care
But I remember us riding in my brothers’ car
Her body tan and wet down at the reservoir
At night on them banks I'd lie awake
And pull her close just to feel each breath she'd take
Now those memories come back to haunt me, they haunt me like a curse
Is a dream a lie if it don't come true
Or is it something worse«
- The River (Bruce Springsteen)

Bruce Springsteen in particular was a very big influence on my writing, alongside Ryan Adams and Nightwish. I sometimes joke, if you put these three together you get my poetry. As for poets, I still have to introduce you to someone with whom I share similar writing style. Happened by total coincidence. 


It's been half a year since I had my knee repaired, and I still feel pain sometimes, and the kneecap can feel very unstable. My orthopaedist recommended me to strengthen my core muscles, and I was taken aback, didn't quite understand how could weak core muscles cause knee pain? But here's what I've learned: »The kneecap starts to get pulled around and bullied by the poor core strength and usually associated muscle tightness. We know from research that knee injuries can occur when large hip muscles are weak. ACL tears, which are eight times more likely in women athletes, have been shown to lead to other cartilage tears and to correlate with knee arthritis later in life. When the main butt muscle is weak, it causes the pelvis to drop and the upper thigh bone (femur) to fall inward. This imbalance creates painful downward stress on the hip, knee and ankle every time you take a step. Abdominal weakness will cause your pelvis to tilt forward, creating excessive low-back curvature and shifting the leg bones inward. You can experiment with this yourself: Over-arch your back and notice how your legs and knees want to roll in toward the midline of the body. Then flatten your back and notice how the opposite movement occurs at the legs. Strengthening the core helps to keep your back in a neutral spine position and places the lower extremities — specifically the knees — in the best possible position for movement without joint compression.« (source)

Last weeks have been painful, gastritis-wise, I don't know if there's a part of my abdomen that hasn't yet hurt because of my stomach. I am on a verge of becoming an annoying patient. I'm following all the rules as I should, and still it isn't getting any better. Or rather just when I think it got better, it gets worse. I do miss some foods, and at times I think maybe it won't hurt to try something, but it always does. As for my strange cravings, I'm craving meat like crazy. I guess it's the logical step, since I avoided almost all protein foods, because they didn't make me feel good. Now I'm catching up... one prosciutto with pasta at a time ;)

And then it hit me... I don’t know why it never hit me that way before. This body of mine is capable of caring for a new life, it can develop a whole new person. And what waste it is that it should be this weak because I may get anxious and may have had bad eating habits. That’s not a good enough reason. It can carry a whole new life in a small womb, which gradually grows, ‘til it becomes a shade of what it once was. And it can also feed a new life, it can produce everything specifically for that new person. And the new person I may someday, if ever, bring to life deserves the best start. 

Friday 10 May 2013

Poem: To be human


 
I wake up half in gratitude, half in regret
                feeling the end is near
forgetting how to breathe in the sky
gratitude grows into euphoria, regret turns into fear
for my heart is aware that this life is final
a passing visitor is all I am to this world
and I try to make it matter
to justify my being here, breathing in
I focus on the light in the night that never goes out
round and round it spins, counting down the days
we illuminate the roads to see where we're treading
- as if they are able to reveal the future the roads are holding
- as if knowing the future would make us better decision-makers
these days will matter more to us when we'll be looking back on them
I fear losing future
or is this fear a fear of detachment?
when the world forgets us
we'll learn to disappear completely and not matter
nothing lasts forever but dust
all our children will judge our decisions
and what if this ache never disappears?
what if this hunger never settles?
only one thing is required
                ....to be human
to reach the light and leave a piece of it for those behind
but most important roads are never highlighted
messy hearts always driving home and never waking up
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Tuesday 7 May 2013

Poem: Birds of the same feather



it starts in a cornfield, where we ran away from each other
screaming out each other’s names, but the field was bigger than us
consumed the voices of our scared throats; thought we lost one another
but we had something to hold onto
                for we are birds of the same feather
and we raced over the land catching glimpses of today
to carry into the future – for they warm our hearts
knowing we have something to give, but the past erased us
consumed by fire; who will it take to search
                for little drops of our lives we caught?
ripples of conversations never exchanged resonate between us
your hands are like the ocean and my boat has been standing still
that's how I started, that's why it feels safe
to jump off a cliff and flow like a waterfall
                the moment you live is an everlasting travel
and at some time or another, a memory of me will cross your mind,
be I living or not, we shared a tiny fragment of the time past
and though we be strangers for the rest of our lives
we can reach inside and find each other again
                for no one truly dies, if they leave behind ripples
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Poem: Warm the skies




years have streamed down this hourglass
                my heart quiet, as I wait
in sorrow we row our boats
                through stages of life
on this journey through darkness
                putting identification notes of what we are
                and of what we will never allow ourselves to become
so many stories we could have drawn down
it’s the strangers at the bus stop, anxious to leave that place
curious as to where the last stop is
we always think there is going to be more time
                it’s all connected somehow
instead of moving forward,
we’re chasing ghosts in the back room
let’s leave behind what identified our past
for future holds new notes for us to write on
it’s the things that we’ve never done
which lay heavy as rocks in our minds
and the sin we are guilty of is to never try
never try to warm the skies
- instead we make it rain

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Saturday 4 May 2013

Photo: Bohinj

Bohinj is a 20 km long and 5 km wide basin within the Julian Alps, in the Upper Carniola region of north-western Slovenia. It is traversed by the Sava Bohinjka river. Its main feature is the periglacial Lake Bohinj.

The church of St. John the Baptist, framed by the bridge and the famous view of Lake Bohinj, is no doubt the most famous image of Bohinj. The church, incorporating in the elements of Romanesque to Baroque periods, is one of the most diverse architectural monuments in Bohinj, and features among the most attractive examples of Slovenian medieval architecture and wall paintings.


Lake Bohinj, covering 317 hectares, is the largest permanent lake in Slovenia. The largest of the streams that flow into the lake, the Savica (»little sava«), is fed from Black Lake, the largest lake in the Triglav Lakes Valley. The outflow at the eastern end is the Jezernica creek which merges with the Mostnica to form the Sava Bohinjka, which in turn becomes the larger Sava River at the confluence with the Sava Dolinka.



The Sava Bohinjka (which merges with the Sava Dolinka into the Sava) begins when two rivers, the Jezernica and the Mostnica, merge. The Mostnica comes from the Voje Valley, whereas the Jezernica is a very short river that flows from Lake Bohinj. Many smaller streams flow into the lake. The largest of them, the Savica, emerges in Komarča as a large waterfall. Savica Falls gets most of its water from Black Lake, which is the largest in the Triglav Lakes Valley.
Devil's Bridge was according to the legend created by the Devil. He made a deal with the people that were unable to build the bridge by themselves because it always collapsed. The deal was that, if the built the bridge for them, the first soul to cross it would be his. The people agreed, but couldn't decide whom to send when it was finished. But one farmer sent a dog across. The Devil went mad when he realised that they had tricked him.

Bohinjska Bistrica lies in the valley between the Sava Bohinjka River, the Dobrava and Ajdovski Gradec hills, and Bistrica and Belica creeks. The main road leading to the railway station divides the settlement into the upper and lower hamlets of Zgornja Vas and Spodnja Vas.


Bohinjska Bistrica is the location of three archaeological sites. The Giant's Castle archaeological site is a 5th Century BC fortification east of the settlement. It served as a refuge in the late Roman era, and features terracing, the remains of a defensive wall, and a fortified gate. It is associated with two prehistoric burial sites. The Selo archaeological site near Giant's Castle is a late Iron Age and Roman era site. The terraced slope shows traces of building layouts and various artifacts have been found at the site. The Telečnica archaeological site was inhabited in prehistoric times.


"Še dan današnji vidiš razvalino,
ki Ajdovski se gradec imenuje,
v nji gledaš Črtomírovo lastnino.
Narveč sveta otrokam sliši Slave,
tje bomo najdli pot, kjer nje sinovi
si prosti vóljo vero in postave."
The Baptism at the Savica – France Prešeren


The Zois Manor with Tower Clock was built in the neo Romanic style in the second half of the 18th century. Above the entrance doors we can see the famous arms. The manor was the residence and administrative building for iron entrepreneurs. In the Lord's garden, which is across the road in the southern side of the castle, is the Zois clock. Baron Ziga Zois built it that ironworkers would come in right time to the work. Ziga Zois was the ironworker, botanist, mineralogist, regenerator and the patron of the Slovenian literature. The castle and other buildings are today reorganized to the restaurant in the medieval style.
Rebro – Military cemetery of the First world war (1915-1917)
During the First world war, Bohinj was an important base behind Austro-Hungarian lines in the period from 1915-1917. The Bohinj railway was the most important supply route for the northern positions of the Austro-Hungarian 5th Army in the Tolmin bridge area; that is, in the part of the front between Mrzli vrh above Tolmin and Lom in Banjščice. Bohinjska Bistrica railway station was initially connected with Ukanc by a tow railway, which was later replaced with an electric narrow-gauge railway for the transport of military equipment to the high mountains of the Krn front. Two military hospitals operated in Bohinjska Bistrica from May 1915 until the end of 1917. Zois Castle housed Field Hospital No. 1506 (Feldspittal No. 1506), where the wounded were treated. Patients suffering from contagious diseases were treated in the Balassa Szarmat Reserve Hospital (Reserve Spittal Balassa Szarmat), popularly called Špital pod Rrebrom (Hospital below Rebro). Wounded soldiers and patients were conveyed by rail from the Tolmin bridge area, while some were also brought from the battlefield in the Krn range. The dead were buried here in the late 1917. At that time, both military hospitals moved closer to the battlefield on the Piava river. The cemetery comprises 285 marked graves where soldiers of all nations of the monarchy were put to rest: 202 of these were from the infantry ranks, 55 were from technical units and various services, 19 were from the artillery and 9 were Russian prisoners of war.

The First world war in Ukanc (1915-1917)
After Italy declared war on Austria-Hungary, Bohinj became the immediate rear of the battlefield in the Krn mountain range. The main supply route of the 15th Austro-Hungarian Mountain Brigade, which was defending military positions on the eastern Krn sector, ran through Bohinj. The final station of the military aerial cableway leading to Komna Mountain was in Ukanc. There were several warehouses of military material. Many prisoners of war, mostly Russians, worked there. The troops left Bohinj in November 1917 after the Italians retreated to the Piave River. From June 1915 to November 1917, the cemetery in Ukanc was mostly used for burying Austro-Hungarian soldiers killed in the fierce battles that took place in the summer and autumn of 1915 in the Krn mountain range. The majority of these soldiers served in infantry regiments from the Hungarian part of the country. From the evidence of surnames and the centres of recruitment recorded, the majority of soldiers buried were Hungarians, Poles and Ukrainians. Civilians and soldiers from other nations of the monarchy were also among those buried: Slovaks, Czechs, Germans, Romanians, Serbs and Slovenes. There are also 17 Russians, two Romanian and one Italian prisoners of war buried at the cemetery. Prisoners of war in Bohinj, lacking food, built military roads, a railway, cut wood, carried military supplies, etc. A total of 282 graves are marked, including 221 with names. There are 64 graves of unknown soldiers and prisoners of war. As many as 14 graves have been lost or are the burial place of two soldiers.

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"Everyday I wake
I tell myself a little harmless lie
The whole wide world is mine"
- Angels & Airwaves