Kanabe

Kanabe

Jedan Francuz dobio na poklon kanabe, cetiri stolice i fotelju. Seo Francuz na stolicu kraj prozora, ali mu se licno više leži na kanabetu. Legao Francuz na kanabe, ali mu se vec više sedi na fotelji. Ustao Francuz sa kanabeta i seo u fotelju kao kralj, ali mu se vec po glavi vrzmaju misli da je na ovoj fotelji odviše mekano. Bolje, brate, jednostavno, na stolici. Prešao Francuz na stolicu kraj prozora, samo što se Francuzu baš ne sedi na ovoj stolici jer kod prozora baš duva. Francuz prešao u stolicu kraj peci i osetio umor. Onda Francuz rešio da legne na kanabe da se odmori ali je, i ne došavši do kanabeta, skrenuo u stranu i seo u fotelju. - E, ovde je odlicno! - rece Francuz, i odmah dodade: - Ali je na kanabetu, s oproštenjem, bolje.

Daniel Harms

Starice koje ispadaju

STARICE KOJE ISPADAJU

Jedna starica se uslijed svoje pretjerane radoznalosti nagnula kroz prozor, ispala i razmrskala se.

Kroz prozor se nagnula druga strica da bi vidjela onu koja se razmrskala, ali je uslijed svoje pretjerane radoznalosti takođe ispala kroz prozor, strmoglavila se i razmrskala.

Zatim je kroz prozor ispala treća starica, zatim četvrta, zatim peta.

    Kada je ispala i šesta starica, meni je dosadilo da ih gledam, pa sam pošao na Maljcevsku pijacu gdje su, kažu, jednom slijepcu poklonili pleteni šal.

Danil Harms

Still vann har dyp grunn

Hei,

Velkommen til hodet mitt og bare slappe av og lese fordi jer er ikke flink i norsk og det blir ikke så vanskelig å forstå blogene mine.

Ja, det er sant, jeg kan norsk :) jeg tror jeg var 9 år når jeg gikk på sommerferie med skolen og da var vi i Gornji Milanovac, Serbia, liten byen hvor ligger norsk-serbisk vennskap huset. Jeg husker at jeg følte meg som i eventyr da jeg var inne hus, alt var mørkt og luktet av gamle og våt skog, epler og moden fersken . Jet synes det var pga høy fuktighet. Jeg husker ikke hvis noen snakket om Norge eller ikke men jeg husker veldig bra lukt og kald miljø av huset.

Det var ikke så lenge til jeg begynte å lese verdens beste eventyrene, og i boka var de mange folkehistorie fra alle kanter av verden. På den måten ble kjente med norske folkehistorie, norsk mytologi og nordiske gud Tor.


Nesten 20 år senere snakker jeg norsk, snart å flytte til Norge.

Og ja, jeg har faktisk møttet Tor!

Last night I was touched by Liam Neeson!

Yes, you read it right, last night part of my dream came true, when Liam Neeson touched my arm and shoulder while passing by me in a cinema.

He had a 4 day long beard, gray jacket and some kids with him...I have no idea were the kids his or what...I just froze when I saw him, like a proper 'woman that holds a list of famous people she wants to have a meaningful relationship during her life on this planet'. I felt cold and warm all over at the same time, I lost all feeling in my legs, and I had a real frozen moment, like from the movie, slow motion eye contact...and as he passed by me, his shoulder touched mine and I was in love for those few seconds! Totally in love, I really mean real true love, the one you read about in novels written by Dostoevsky and Pablo Neruda's poems. It got me all tingling inside my body and then he was gone and I stud there as a happy person, with too much circulation running around my central parts of the body and way too little in my legs. He smelled of roses covered with snow. He seemed strong and gentile at the same time, but a bit clumsy, could be the years getting a hang on him :)

To this day, like it happened 10 years ago, but still to this day I wonder how I didn't fell down and made a complete fool out my self. It must be the force that kept me standing proud.

The same night I saw Al Pacino, Woody Allen, Sean Connery and bunch of people from the local TV shows from Belgrade. Everything war ruined when the concert started and bunch of people starter jumping like the were on a football match...I even felt the smell of beer! Not a pleasant smell ia a room with 300 people.

All of a sudden I was awake.
Dogs were barking just in front of my bedroom window.

They had no idea that I was in love in my dream, maybe now they will read this and find out what kind of a dream they broke into pieces...Yes, I believe dogs can read, I saw the Budweiser commercial :P

Let there be blog!

It seems to me that all my friends at one point of my adult life have suggested that I should start writing a blog, and it seems that I finally gave in.

Not that I haven't been thinking about it for a long time, it is just the fact that too many 'rocket scientists' and 'intellectually challenged' people now days have a blog and post their 'over the top', 'full of shit' blog texts about how to put make up and dress up so 'he' or 'she' would want you.

Or is it just a prejudice I have on a count of too much glitter I see all over the Internet?

Well, anyhow, I don't intend to write about glitter and make-up, so if you are into that, this would be the perfect time to close this Tab :)

My aim is to get used to daily writing, in both English and Norwegian, maybe sometimes my mother tongue, Serbian, so I could have a some kind of a written evidence about WTF is happening in my head in a range of 24h. Not that I don't have the idea so far, but I think it could be interesting for others if they ever come across these words.

Funny it is supposed to be, so stay tuned and be very very afraid.