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𝓟𝓲𝓼𝓶𝓪 𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓪 1926 : 𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓪 𝓒𝓿𝓮𝓽𝓪𝓳𝓮𝓿𝓪, 𝓑𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓾 𝓟𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓪𝓴𝓾; 𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓪 19.2.1922. 𝓰𝓸𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓮

𝓟𝓲𝓼𝓶𝓸 𝓳𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝓴𝓪 𝓿𝓻𝓼𝓽𝓪 𝓸𝓷𝓸𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓰 𝓸𝓹š𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓳𝓪; 𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓪𝓿𝓻š𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓳𝓮 𝓳𝓮 𝓸𝓭 𝓼𝓷𝓪, 𝓪𝓵𝓲 𝔃𝓪𝓴𝓸𝓷𝓲 𝓼𝓾 𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓲.

𝓝𝓲 𝓳𝓮𝓭𝓷𝓸 𝓷𝓲 𝓭𝓻𝓾𝓰𝓸 𝓷𝓲𝓳𝓮 𝓹𝓸 𝓹𝓸𝓻𝓾𝓭ž𝓫𝓲𝓷𝓲: 𝓼𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓪𝓶𝓸 𝓲 𝓹𝓲š𝓮𝓶𝓸 𝓷𝓮 𝓴𝓪𝓭 𝓶𝓲 𝓽𝓸 ž𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓶𝓸, 𝓿𝓮ć 𝓴𝓪𝓭 𝔃𝓪 𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓸đ𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓾𝓽𝓪𝓴:

𝓲𝓶𝓪 𝓭𝓪 𝓫𝓾𝓭𝓮 𝔃𝓪𝓹𝓲𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓸, 𝓼𝓪𝓷 𝓼𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓪 𝓾𝓼𝓷𝓾𝓽𝓲.

Plava je slava i moć, talas, čestica, vibracija, duh, strast, uspomena, taština, metafora, san ♡

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𝓖𝓸𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓶𝓲 𝓫𝓳𝓮𝔃𝓮, 𝓰𝓸𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓲 𝓵𝓳𝓾𝓭𝓲
𝓸𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓳𝓾 𝓽𝓮𝓴 𝓼𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮, 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓸𝓿𝓲 𝓾 𝓴𝓸𝓼𝓲
𝓪 𝓼𝓳𝓮𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓳𝓮 𝓼𝓿𝓪𝓴𝓸 𝓹𝓻𝓿𝓾 𝓵𝓳𝓾𝓫𝓪𝓿 𝓫𝓾𝓭𝓲
𝓼𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓮 𝓴𝓪𝓸 𝔃𝓪𝓵𝓸𝓰 𝓿𝓳𝓮𝓬𝓷𝓸 𝓼𝓸𝓫𝓸𝓶 𝓷𝓸𝓼𝓲

𝓞𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓪 𝓼𝓪𝓶 𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓪, 𝓴𝓪𝓴𝓿𝓪 𝓼𝓪𝓶 𝓲 𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓪
𝓷𝓲𝓳𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓰𝓵𝓸 𝓿𝓻𝓲𝓳𝓮𝓶𝓮 𝓾𝔃𝓮𝓽𝓲 𝓶𝓲 𝓭𝓾𝓼𝓾
𝓷𝓲𝓼𝓾 𝓶𝓸𝓰𝓵𝓮 𝓫𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓵𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓽𝓲 𝓶𝓲 𝓴𝓻𝓲𝓵𝓪
𝓷𝓲 𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓽𝓲 𝓼𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓼𝓿𝓲 𝓿𝓳𝓮𝓽𝓻𝓲 𝓼𝓽𝓸 𝓹𝓾𝓼𝓾

𝓩𝓪𝓹𝓳𝓮𝓿𝓪𝓳𝓶𝓸, 𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓳𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓳𝓲, 𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓬𝓲
𝔃𝓪𝓹𝓳𝓮𝓿𝓪𝓳𝓶𝓸, 𝓷𝓮𝓴 𝓼𝓮 𝓶𝓵𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓼𝓻𝓬𝓾 𝓿𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓲
𝓹𝓳𝓮𝓼𝓶𝓪 𝓬𝓮 𝓷𝓪𝓶 𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓲
𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓭𝓪 𝓷𝓪 𝓵𝓲𝓬𝓾 𝓫𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓪
𝔃𝓪𝓹𝓳𝓮𝓿𝓪𝓳𝓶𝓸 𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓮 𝓹𝓳𝓮𝓼𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓿𝓸𝓰 𝓭𝓳𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓳𝓼𝓽𝓿𝓪

𝓚𝓸 𝓸𝓽𝓸𝓴 𝓼𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓪 𝓬𝓮𝓴𝓪𝓶 𝓼𝓿𝓸𝓳𝓮 𝓵𝓪𝓭𝓳𝓮
𝓬𝓮𝓴𝓪𝓶 𝓭𝓪 𝓼𝓮 𝓿𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓳𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓳𝓲 𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓲
𝓷𝓮𝓴 𝓷𝓪𝓼 𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓲 𝓸𝓼𝓶𝓲𝓳𝓮𝓱, 𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓪 𝓼𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓪 𝓷𝓪𝓭𝓳𝓮
𝓲 𝓷𝓮𝓴 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓹𝓳𝓮𝓼𝓶𝓮 𝔃𝓿𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓷𝓪 𝓰𝓲𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓲

 

𝓣𝓮𝓻𝓮𝔃𝓪 𝓚𝓮𝓼𝓸𝓿𝓲𝓳𝓪 
𝓩𝓪𝓹𝓳𝓮𝓿𝓪𝓳𝓶𝓸, 𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓳𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓳𝓲

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KY9FqkosVvo

 

𝓘𝓶𝓪𝓶 𝓻𝓪𝔃𝓵𝓸𝓰 𝓲 𝓾č𝓲𝓷𝓲ć𝓾 𝓶𝓪𝓳 𝓷𝓪𝓳𝓵𝓳𝓮𝓹š𝓲𝓶 𝓲 𝓷𝓪𝓳𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓼𝓷𝓲𝓳𝓲𝓶 𝓶𝓳𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓶. 𝓝𝓲𝓴𝓸 𝓶𝓲 𝓽𝓸 𝓷𝓮 𝓶𝓸ž𝓮 𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓽𝓲 𝓷𝓲 𝓸𝓭𝓾𝔃𝓮𝓽𝓲. 𝓚𝓸𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓸 𝓰𝓸𝓭 𝓹𝓸𝓴𝓾š𝓪𝓸 𝓾ć𝓾𝓽𝓴𝓪𝓽𝓲 𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓲 𝓵𝓳𝓮𝓹𝓸𝓽𝓾. 𝓝𝓲𝓴𝓸 𝓷𝓮ć𝓮 𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓲 𝓿𝓮ć𝓲 𝓸𝓭 𝓵𝓲𝓳𝓮𝓹𝓸𝓰 𝓲 𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓼𝓷𝓸𝓰.

 ℓιℓу( ၴႅၴℒ𝒾𝓁𝓎( ၴႅၴ

𝒫ℯš𝒾𝒸ℯ 𝒾 𝓁𝒶𝓀𝒶 𝓈𝓇𝒸𝒶, 𝒾𝒹ℯ𝓂 ℴ𝓉𝓋ℴ𝓇ℯ𝓃𝒾𝓂 𝓅𝓊𝓉ℯ𝓂. 𝒵𝒹𝓇𝒶𝓋, 𝓈𝓁ℴ𝒷ℴ𝒹𝒶𝓃, 𝓈𝓋ℯ𝓉 𝒿ℯ 𝓅𝓇ℯ𝒹𝒶 𝓂𝓃ℴ𝓂, 𝒹𝓊𝑔𝒶č𝒶𝓀, 𝓈𝓂ℯđ𝒾 𝓅𝓊𝓉 𝓅𝓇ℯ𝒹𝒶 𝓂𝓃ℴ𝓂 𝓋ℴ𝒹𝒾 𝓀𝓊𝒹𝒶 𝑔ℴ𝒹 𝒹𝒶 𝒾𝓏𝒶𝒷ℯ𝓇ℯ𝓂. 𝒰𝒷𝓊𝒹𝓊ćℯ 𝓃ℯć𝓊 𝓉𝓇𝒶ž𝒾𝓉𝒾 𝓈𝓇ℯć𝓊 - 𝒿𝒶 𝓈𝒶𝓂 𝓈𝓇ℯć𝒶. 𝒰𝒷𝓊𝒹𝓊ćℯ 𝓋𝒾šℯ 𝓃ℯć𝓊 𝒸𝓋𝒾𝓁ℯ𝓉𝒾, 𝓃ℯć𝓊 ℴ𝒹𝓁𝒶𝑔𝒶𝓉𝒾, 𝓃𝒾š𝓉𝒶 𝓂𝒾 𝓃ℯ 𝓉𝓇ℯ𝒷𝒶. 𝒮𝓃𝒶ž𝒶𝓃 𝒾 𝓏𝒶𝒹ℴ𝓋ℴ𝓁𝒿𝒶𝓃, 𝓅𝓊𝓉𝓊𝒿ℯ𝓂 ℴ𝓉𝓋ℴ𝓇ℯ𝓃𝒾𝓂 𝓅𝓊𝓉ℯ𝓂.

 ℬℯ𝓃𝒹ž𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓃 ℒℯ𝓈𝓀𝒾𝓃 ♡  (𝒫ℴ𝓈𝓁ℯ𝒹𝓃𝒿𝒜) 𝒱𝒪ℒ𝒥𝒜 

𝓓𝓾𝓫𝓲𝓸𝔃𝓪 𝓴𝓸𝓵𝓮𝓴𝓽𝓲𝓿 "𝓟𝓻𝓿𝓲 𝓶𝓪𝓳", 𝓐𝓹𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷, 2013.

𝓟𝓻𝓿𝓲 𝓶𝓪𝓳

𝓝𝓲 𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓪𝓼 𝓷𝓲𝓳𝓮 𝓹𝓸č𝓮𝓸 𝓼𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓭𝓷𝓲 𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓪𝓴
𝓲𝓭𝓾 𝓼𝓿𝓲 𝓷𝓪 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓴𝓪𝓵𝓷𝓲 𝓹𝓻𝓿𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓳𝓼𝓴𝓲 𝓾𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓪𝓴
𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓲 𝓴𝓪𝓸 𝓳𝓮𝓭𝓪𝓷 ž𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓭𝓸 𝓬𝓲𝓵𝓳𝓪
𝓷𝓸𝔃𝓭𝓻𝓿𝓮 𝓰𝓸𝓵𝓲𝓬𝓪 𝓶𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓼 𝓻𝓸š𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓳𝓪
𝓤 𝓹𝓸𝓽𝓸𝓴𝓾 𝓱𝓵𝓪𝓭𝓲 𝓼𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓻 𝓰𝓪𝓳𝓫𝓲 𝓹𝓲𝓿𝓪
𝓲𝔃 𝓯𝓵𝓪š𝓪 𝓼𝓮 𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓮ž𝓮 𝓻𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓳𝓪 š𝓵𝓳𝓲𝓿𝓪
𝓡𝓪𝓭𝓷𝓲č𝓴𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓪𝓼 𝓷𝓮𝓶𝓪 𝓴𝓸 𝓭𝓪 𝓷𝓸𝓼𝓪
𝓲 𝓷𝓮ć𝓮 𝓼𝓮 𝓹𝓳𝓮𝓿𝓪𝓽' "𝓑𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓮𝓻𝓪 𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓪"

𝓝𝓲𝓴𝓸 𝓷𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓲𝔃𝓲𝓿𝓪 𝓼𝓾𝔃𝓪𝓿𝓪𝓬, 𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓴
𝔃𝓪š𝓽𝓸 𝓹𝓸𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓴𝓸𝓶 𝓴𝓿𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓲 𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓴
𝓣𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓵𝓪 𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓮, 𝓶𝓳𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓸 𝓜𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓽𝓸𝓿𝓪
𝓾 𝓴𝓸𝓵𝓸 𝓼𝓮 𝓱𝓿𝓪𝓽𝓪 𝓲 𝓴𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓸𝓷 𝓭𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓸𝓿𝓪
𝓓𝓲𝓰𝓵𝓪 𝓼𝓮 č𝓲𝓽𝓪𝓿𝓪 𝓫𝓲𝓿š𝓪 𝓙𝓾𝓰𝓪
𝓷𝓮ć𝓮𝓶𝓸 𝓷𝓲𝓴𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓲 𝓼𝓵𝓾𝓰𝓪
𝓝𝓮𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪š𝓲𝓿𝓸 𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓮č𝓲 𝓭𝓻𝓾𝓰 𝓾𝔃 𝓭𝓻𝓾𝓰𝓪
𝓱𝓻𝓪𝓫𝓻𝓸 𝓼𝓮 𝓶𝓮𝔃𝓲 𝓲 𝓼𝓵𝓸ž𝓷𝓸 𝓼𝓮 𝓬𝓾𝓰𝓪

𝓝𝓪𝓼𝓹𝓲 𝓷𝓪𝓶 𝓹𝓸 𝓻𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓳𝓾 𝓲 𝓷𝓪𝔃𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓿𝓲 𝔃𝓪 𝓴𝓻𝓪𝓳
𝓽𝓮𝓱𝓷𝓸𝓵𝓸š𝓴𝓲 𝓿𝓲š𝓪𝓴 𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓪𝓼 𝓼𝓵𝓪𝓿𝓲 1. 𝓶𝓪𝓳
𝓞𝓿𝓭𝓳𝓮 𝓼𝓮 𝓻𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓳𝓮𝓶𝓸, 𝔃𝓫𝓸𝓰𝓸𝓶, 𝓰𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓫𝔂𝓮 
𝓶𝓲 𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓶𝓸 𝓾 𝓼𝓽𝓮č𝓪𝓳, 𝓼𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓪𝓷 1. 𝓶𝓪𝓳

𝓓𝓪𝓷𝓪𝓼 𝓷𝓲𝓳𝓮 𝓞𝓵𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓲𝓳𝓪𝓭𝓪
𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓪𝓼 𝓷𝓲𝓳𝓮 𝓷𝓲 𝓰𝓮𝓳 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓪
𝓖𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓷𝓲𝓳𝓮 Č𝓲𝓶𝓫𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓳𝓪𝓭𝓪
𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓪𝓼 𝓳𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓪𝔃𝓷𝓲𝓴, 𝓓𝓪𝓷 𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓪

𝓡𝓪𝓭𝓷𝓲č𝓴𝓪 𝓹𝓳𝓮𝓼𝓶𝓪 𝓰𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓴𝓸 𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓻𝓲
𝓹𝓳𝓮𝓼𝓶𝓪 š𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓵𝓪𝓿𝓲 𝓷𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓷𝓲 𝓭𝓪𝓷
𝓢𝓾𝓷𝓬𝓸𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓷, 𝓶𝓮𝔃𝓪, 𝓹𝓸𝓽𝓸𝓴 ž𝓾𝓫𝓸𝓻𝓲
𝔃𝓪š𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓪 𝓴𝓿𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓶𝓸 𝓼𝓪𝓿𝓻š𝓮𝓷 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓷?
𝓝𝓲𝓴𝓸𝓰 𝓷𝓮 𝔃𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓶𝓪 𝓷𝓲 𝓴𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓷𝓪 𝓫𝓸𝓻𝓫𝓪
𝓴𝓻č𝓴𝓪 𝓾 𝓴𝓪𝔃𝓪𝓷𝓾 𝓫𝓮𝓰𝓸𝓿𝓪 č𝓸𝓻𝓫𝓪
𝓚𝓪𝓴𝓿𝓪 𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓸𝓵𝓾𝓬𝓲𝓳𝓪 𝓲 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓲š𝓴𝓪 𝓴𝓸𝓶𝓾𝓷𝓪
𝓮𝓿𝓸 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓽 ć𝓮𝓿𝓪𝓹𝓪 𝓾 𝓹𝓸𝓵𝓪 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓾𝓷𝓪

𝓚𝓪𝓭 𝓾𝓰𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓻𝓸š𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓳𝓮 𝓲 𝓾𝓽𝓲𝓱𝓷𝓾 𝓹𝓳𝓮𝓿𝓪𝓵𝓳𝓴𝓮
𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓾 ć𝓮𝓫𝓪𝓭 𝓲 𝓵𝓮ž𝓪𝓵𝓳𝓴𝓮
𝓚𝓾ć𝓲 ć𝓮š 𝓾𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓪𝓷 𝓵𝓮ć𝓲 𝓾 𝓴𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓽
𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓳𝓪ć𝓮š 𝔃𝓪𝓼𝓵𝓾ž𝓮𝓷 𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓷𝓲č𝓴𝓲 𝓭ž𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓽
𝓟𝓻𝓲𝓳𝓮 𝓽𝓲𝓱 𝓼𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓪 𝓼𝓮𝓫𝓲 𝓸𝓫𝓮ć𝓪𝓳
𝓼𝓪𝓶𝓸 𝓵𝓮𝓿𝓪𝓽𝓲 𝓲𝓭𝓾 𝓾 𝓼𝓽𝓮č𝓪𝓳
𝓑𝓲𝓻𝓸 𝓳𝓮 𝓹𝓸č𝓮𝓽𝓪𝓴, 𝓪 𝓹𝓮𝓷𝔃𝓲𝓳𝓪 𝓴𝓻𝓪𝓳
𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓷𝓲č𝓴𝓪 𝓴𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓪 𝓸𝓭𝓵𝓪𝔃𝓲 𝓾 𝓻𝓪𝓳 

𝓟.𝓢.
𝓝𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓭𝓮, 𝓼𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓪𝓷 𝓿𝓪𝓶, 𝓟𝓻𝓪𝔃𝓷𝓲𝓴 𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓪.