Стих 1
Где-то на дне
Жабы сидят
Я пью кофеин
Смотрю в капкан
Где твой полет
Над морем весны
Где твоя жизнь
Подтянута врозь
Я падаю вниз
Взболомутив ил
Иду насквозь
Иду насквозь
More issues
Darkness and light upside down
I wanted to play something on the street with duduk but my skill is pretty low. And I felt pretty broke today. Blabla. Who cares about those things.
So today I played duduk with gypsy children on the street. One was singing songs in their language. I don’t even
Living off-grid in an abandoned Albanian military bunker
Howdy folks, Dandelion here.
I’ve been a wandering bard since 2015, going from place to place with my musical offerings. Currently I’ve been living in an abandoned military bunker in Southern Albania for the past 3 months. Here’s a brief tour.
It’s been a rewarding experience
Another observation of love
At this point I have almost no foundation to build any sustainable relationship. So I was looking for possible solutions. There is one theory I like in particular and would like to share it. It’s nothing new really. May be a different angle.
Let’s split the relationships building
Enjoying the Moment
I have often given this piece of advice to new travellers: “You can never see
everything, so don’t try.” It’s easy to get so caught up with the stories,
suggestions and recommendations of peers that one forgets to enjoy where they
are in the present. Sometimes I have
Side note
We spend so much time in internet at the moment. While we know that it is an
illusion. It got so big. Our life is sipping away into all those imaginary
things. Yes we can enjoy a dream, but we also stay in it so much. That there is
no
Rainy day in Struga
Today I was playing duduk 4 hours in a row. It was a “devil” energy channeled into playing around. Cause I have not bothered myself with the music theory. Just a blind opportunistic practice. I found that it is better than just drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes though. The only
The Difference Between Tourists and Travellers
I once found myself cycling the many hundreds of kilometres separating Split
from Zagreb. Along the way I saw many road signs informing me of the distance
until a certain national park called “Plitvička Jezera”. I became curious as to
why this place was so famous. When I arrived I
Another day in Izmir
Today I came back to the grassy steps by the sea.
There is everything I need here, I can get a snack, a desert and a beer without ever losing sight of the waves. I can sit all day with a smile on my face and a guitar in my