tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78809024384275753112026-10-15T11:05:16.941+02:00GOVOR DUŠEO borbi sa željama i strastima; o patnji za izgubljenom nadom i verom u druge i u sebe; o snazi trpljenja i blagoslovenim trenucima sreće na ovom veličanstvenom putu postojanja obasjanom Božjom Ljubavlju.anima.arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802019588966503236noreply@blogger.comBlogger331125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880902438427575311.post-60214644508342060832026-08-22T16:45:27.733+02:002026-08-22T16:45:27.733+02:00OKAMENJENI LJUDI<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdhp1zp1mESEKjOo-b9SPvf5rLScp-IbD2_RLYpLb51z7UjjiASLhfqYB6Mt1jOTabxhfVlALl1x7JS3u-e0_JkLLJXCScvq02IdDtzFtinheOvJ6A323QL9LE79E47zmUYWzePHkJNbTTGPgd1lMsrzQNMtzrZP9AchGoqSPrQaXw8tS8t6uZ_JtY_ui2/s2048/7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdhp1zp1mESEKjOo-b9SPvf5rLScp-IbD2_RLYpLb51z7UjjiASLhfqYB6Mt1jOTabxhfVlALl1x7JS3u-e0_JkLLJXCScvq02IdDtzFtinheOvJ6A323QL9LE79E47zmUYWzePHkJNbTTGPgd1lMsrzQNMtzrZP9AchGoqSPrQaXw8tS8t6uZ_JtY_ui2/s320/7.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Kao sećanja na život,</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">u jednom gradu, na obali mora,</span></div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">obasjani suncem, okamenjeni ljudi.<br /><br />Vera nam je različita<br />ali lepota umetnosti<br /> i ljubav prema životu ista.<br /><br /><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWpDjtmobtcpxWjORmQgXokbmFBEesGLFOhZr9pvYQV0lGlWMWKHTuuymRO4D8xKpYCXJHgleRR4CH_O_bdi6nPlVAUrJGA-fUnBO7esvig_n-vSZ99xSKH9gyRVHHavGQ6yIRtvQWp1Hglziq_dUaykHABdVbSPmIBatbTu14vtWnBYJWTKc5vwHnDg1k/s2023/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2023" data-original-width="1353" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWpDjtmobtcpxWjORmQgXokbmFBEesGLFOhZr9pvYQV0lGlWMWKHTuuymRO4D8xKpYCXJHgleRR4CH_O_bdi6nPlVAUrJGA-fUnBO7esvig_n-vSZ99xSKH9gyRVHHavGQ6yIRtvQWp1Hglziq_dUaykHABdVbSPmIBatbTu14vtWnBYJWTKc5vwHnDg1k/s320/1.jpg" width="214" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEise1YvdvQ_OmvW0gzr8c5fRAGXTJF4zsehrjQVHYnnrL-NvlOM9wtEIsSJM-rmlPDkl-hJX4HLx-cloDiOovg8Budx31G7KYuWCbBzDnfu3bgOebfjZKNDPC-MfXqCN2tnGIjvcw36bYdHcWDHNdQ9lzs4vyxUN0pvmMT2ekg1lGYmc259_kP2v7GcIwLL/s320/5.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><b>Foto: <br /></b>Moj prijatelj na letovanju u Turskoj <br />(Kusadasi, avgust 2026.)<br /><br /><b>Priredila: </b>Nadica Janić</div><p></p>anima.arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802019588966503236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880902438427575311.post-30303005499271500962026-07-11T23:14:11.817+02:002026-07-11T23:14:11.817+02:00ZAPIS NA BELOJ STENI<p> <b>Duša slovenska (66)<br /></b><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXzOC3yecO5mSfOKIHy1CZXzC8G6ZNmx_cWJ8QkHI3vQVQNHVDysSAO3e-BIE78lR642QfAu6rbCGIAJaFfwUvt32RmP31tGXhH4msKL4hlwPHzZtp9XUXT0Y9HByiyIrGIeOeXUgwACuua2NMm5bbe5VZKXP8PkRHRqyJMkPm4mPN22Jr4amBeD3h1Ggd/s556/Zapis%20-%20(mixed%20media,%2015%20x%2015%20cm)%20Autor%20Nadica%20Jani%C4%87.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="556" data-original-width="556" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXzOC3yecO5mSfOKIHy1CZXzC8G6ZNmx_cWJ8QkHI3vQVQNHVDysSAO3e-BIE78lR642QfAu6rbCGIAJaFfwUvt32RmP31tGXhH4msKL4hlwPHzZtp9XUXT0Y9HByiyIrGIeOeXUgwACuua2NMm5bbe5VZKXP8PkRHRqyJMkPm4mPN22Jr4amBeD3h1Ggd/s320/Zapis%20-%20(mixed%20media,%2015%20x%2015%20cm)%20Autor%20Nadica%20Jani%C4%87.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">"Zapis"<br />(mixed media; 15 x 15 cm)<br /> Autor: Nadica Janić</span></i></b><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Sedi dečak na Beloj steni zagledan u svoje srce koje vidi u oblaku. I trgne se, uplašen. Crna ptica ispisuje trag na Plavom putu. Nosi vetar slova, ukršta ih u reči, stvara slike. Ugleda dečak svoje pretke, tamo, u Beskraju. Iz šarene tkane torbice vadi pisaljku i glinenu tablicu i ispisuje:</span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"Majko moja, Zemljo moja, Rode moj, </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">ptica mi kazuje…“</span></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div> <span style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Kao očajan krik nevernice sa rastrgnutom pletenicom, kao bolan uzdah starog i nemoćnog oca koga se sin oslobađa tupim udarcem maljem po pogači na njegovoj glavi, kao ostarela staramajka, bolna, obnevidela, kao plač gladnog deteta, kao čemer i vapaj na ugašenom ognjištu, vrišti Crna ptica zlosutnica. Drhtala je ruka dečaka od kletve majke i predaka. Zaplaka od bola okamenjen dečak. Crna ptica prozbori:</span></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div> <span style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Što to plačeš</span></div></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Moj tiću</span></div></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Kamenčiću</span></div></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Kao da te majka</span></div></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Od sise oturila</span></div></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ni kap kreča u tebi</span></div></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Eno ti oca u trnju</span></div></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Traži gnjidu života</span></div></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Nije ti Bog dao suze</span></div></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Nego kapi voska</span></div></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Koje kaplju</span></div></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Po tebi okamenjenom</span></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><i style="font-family: inherit;">(Slobodan Ristović, iz zbirka pesama „Lapot“)</i></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div> <span style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Spusti se noć.</span></div></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Osvane dan.</span></div></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Pomilovan, obasjan suncem, zapisuje dečak na tablici:</span></div></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"Majko moja, Zemljo moja, Rode moj, </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">praštajte nam za zadanu bol, </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">praštajte nam na zaboravu. </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ovaj život nas guši. Ne znamo šta radimo."</span></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div> <span style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I siđe dečak sa Bele stene vedar, slobodan, i ode u Svet.</span></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div> <span style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I danas, ako se zagledate čista srca u oblake, pojaviće se Čudo. Duša čita i neviđeno, nedoživljeno. Jer prvo beše Reč i Reč beše od Boga.</span></div></span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Nadica Janić<br /><br /><br /></i></span></div><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" referrerpolicy="strict-origin-when-cross-origin" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/rIe03M45QSw?si=AqC6VduM79sNOFD3" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe><br /><br />anima.arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802019588966503236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880902438427575311.post-20893443024054147322026-07-11T23:00:35.343+02:002026-07-11T23:00:35.344+02:00STAROST<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><span><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFFMg9v4ZEjBpqp2LsMT3vlIXFZP_SYThQb46988JF8i_OSv8kwF7Gjpq9Le6JTcm40lIDH2ZaHBHQ7oO077L9D5A-1lMK62sAX5tTpyDwTO0hHib-k-7gp7gcxUzp3LDx8apgczbSutrw-g9yNEUrkS0FxEER8mX9gnjQWzlU7D8GgXf0Ss1kAEemNnY3/s507/Belina.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="488" data-original-width="507" height="308" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFFMg9v4ZEjBpqp2LsMT3vlIXFZP_SYThQb46988JF8i_OSv8kwF7Gjpq9Le6JTcm40lIDH2ZaHBHQ7oO077L9D5A-1lMK62sAX5tTpyDwTO0hHib-k-7gp7gcxUzp3LDx8apgczbSutrw-g9yNEUrkS0FxEER8mX9gnjQWzlU7D8GgXf0Ss1kAEemNnY3/s320/Belina.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><b><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">"Belina"<br /></span></i></b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #080809; font-style: italic; font-weight: 700; text-align: start;">Foto: Zlatko Matić</span><span face=""Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #080809; font-style: italic; font-weight: 700; text-align: start;"> </span></span></div><div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #080809;">Poslednja Ruža u Vrtu.</span></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #080809; text-align: start;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: transparent;">Belina pročišćene Svetlosti</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #080809; text-align: start;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: transparent;">pred Smiraj... pred novi Početak.<br /><br /></span></div></span></span><br class="html-br" style="animation-name: none; background-color: white; color: #080809; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: start; transition-property: none;" /><div style="text-align: justify;">Biti star danas? Koliko god da se trudim da "starim koliko moram, podmlađujem se koliko mogu" (kako je rekao Ivo Andrić), imam zebnju u srcu. Tema mog diplomskog rada je bila "Starost i starenje". Bila sam mlada, pripremala rad studiozno. Ali temu nisam doživljavala kao ličnu spoznaju. Teorija i praksa. Gerontološka analiza. Značaj domova za stare. Uloga porodice u procesu starenja... Uspešno odbranjen rad.</div></div><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Danas, u poznim godinama, imam sačuvano sećanje i stečeno znanje. Nekada - moja starost je tako daleko!. Danas - životna nesigurnost. Šta, ako...? A želim još mnogo toga da uradim, mnogo toga lepog da doživim, da budem srećna, da se smejem.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Posećujem suprugov grob. Biću tu sahranjena i ja. I opet ona misao - to je tako daleko! <br /><br />Nada nikad ne umire. I nadam se, silno se nadam, da neću biti teret koga se treba osloboditi.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">---------</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">Kada se piše o srarosti u današnjim uslovima života, često se u metaforičnom
smislu koristi reč lapot. <b>Mihailo Medenica</b> je literarnom
rekonstrukcijom podsetio na jedan od najjezivijih običaja na ovim prostorima. </span>"Lapot" je kultna priča o ovom izumrlom običaju, iz sela Zjapina gde je zapamćen poslednji slučaj lapota, kad je Mitar Stojnin ubio oca.</i></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Veza: <a href="https://nadica-janic.blogspot.com/2025/04/lapot.html"><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">LAPOT</span></a> </b></div></div><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #565656;"><br /></span></div><span style="color: #565656;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Priredila: <b>Nadica Janić<br /><br /></b></span></div><p></p>anima.arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802019588966503236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880902438427575311.post-63782634381774724902026-07-03T17:30:00.000+02:002026-07-03T17:45:32.992+02:00ROKOVNIK<p> <b>Sećanje (20)<br /></b><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm0iXQ5NykGtGcf2nJgEPLVcpEZcQs0PABC9l9-qJ1JC42W1CvIR3F1XEy1b6zLYXzTTEMksehyphenhyphenBtcPk51HqwitUPGl4MptImVyC_nL9-2r3KIMGB5Mye4jri-Z4kLPs5NFHrTA8ey69hCSlyVqtU7bul9mXmM-TRjrU5n4k7Cj1Fxx16Z7PqFt6Ag5KXv/s464/Bo%C5%BEidar%20Vitas%20i%20Nadica%20Jani%C4%87%20(Galerija%20Leonardo,%20Novi%20Banovci.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="464" data-original-width="380" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm0iXQ5NykGtGcf2nJgEPLVcpEZcQs0PABC9l9-qJ1JC42W1CvIR3F1XEy1b6zLYXzTTEMksehyphenhyphenBtcPk51HqwitUPGl4MptImVyC_nL9-2r3KIMGB5Mye4jri-Z4kLPs5NFHrTA8ey69hCSlyVqtU7bul9mXmM-TRjrU5n4k7Cj1Fxx16Z7PqFt6Ag5KXv/s320/Bo%C5%BEidar%20Vitas%20i%20Nadica%20Jani%C4%87%20(Galerija%20Leonardo,%20Novi%20Banovci.jpg" width="262" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><i>Božidar Vitas i Nadica Janić</i></b></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Informacija na medijima:</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Preminuo umetnički fotograf Božidar Vitas. Ispraćaj za kremaciju Božidara Vitasa je u petak, 3.7.2026. u 11 sati na Novom groblju u Beogradu.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Istog dana, 3.7.2026. u 17.30 sati je svečano zatvaranje njegove izložbe fotografija "Književni susreti" u prostoru biblioteke "Branko Miljković" u Beogradu. Na otvaranju izložbe Božidar je pozvao sve prisutne i na zatvaranje izložbe.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Upravo je u ovo vreme, dok pišem na blogu, zatvaranje njegove izložbe. Oprostiću se od prijatelja na ovaj način. Ostaće zapis. I u rokovnik, koji mi je poklonio kada sam bila devojčica, upisaću ovaj datum.</div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">.....</div><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;">Očna klinika u Beogradu. Čekaonica. Povređeno mi je oko. Do mene seda mlad čovek sa flasterom na oku. Pita me kako sam, šta mi je to sa okom, u koju školu idem... Pita me i šta najviše volim od predmeta. "Srpski i likovno", odgovaram mu. Nasmejan, teši me da će sve biti u redu i da će on sutra doći kada bude saznao kada će biti moja kontrola... I bilo je tako. Sutradan, prilazi mi sa osmehom. U ruci kožni rokovnik. Pruži mi i kaže:</div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Za tebe, curice. Piši dnevnik. Kada porasteš, čitaćeš i upoznaćeš sebe."</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Zbunjena, zahvalila sam se.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Na prvoj strani je bila posveta: </div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Piši bojama, slikaj rečima".</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Godine su prolazile. Rokovnik se pohabao. A u njemu sve boje mog života.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">.....</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Galerija "Leonardo" u Domu kulture u Novim Banovcima. Sastanak za prijem novih članova. Ulazak visokog, lepog, starijeg gospodina. Seda preko puta mene. I pogled.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Ti!".</div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Da, ja sam ona devojčica koja piše bojama a slika rečima."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Bilo je mnogo susreta, izložbi. Ostajali smo u galeriji posle otvaranja izložbi i razgovarali. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Na otvaranju njegove izložbe "Hilandar, da se ne zaboravi", Božidar Vitas nam je podelio lovorov list sa Hilandara. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">List je u rokovniku. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Da se ne zaboravi.</div><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI6FFz3H7p8kBg5-mxP3H4qmTI3e0_8TcdwlqKylomvI1H2_w1kJo7sgZr2DLcr32ySrxBCIP9WrPO7gTJeUZzagTOI8Kyn2fw-OvqOdk5em61yGp-mskWinhkorXZRiLNhrn4myO0da-raJmjYAJmJjDoT6YJ1sCtH_g2envvBXKcDF3h7jy-FGevHLGk/s361/Bo%C5%BEidar%20Vitas,%20NadicaJani%C4%87%20i%20dr.%20Savo%20Bojovi%C4%87%20(Galerija%20Leonardo,%20Novi%20Banovci).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="361" data-original-width="315" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI6FFz3H7p8kBg5-mxP3H4qmTI3e0_8TcdwlqKylomvI1H2_w1kJo7sgZr2DLcr32ySrxBCIP9WrPO7gTJeUZzagTOI8Kyn2fw-OvqOdk5em61yGp-mskWinhkorXZRiLNhrn4myO0da-raJmjYAJmJjDoT6YJ1sCtH_g2envvBXKcDF3h7jy-FGevHLGk/s320/Bo%C5%BEidar%20Vitas,%20NadicaJani%C4%87%20i%20dr.%20Savo%20Bojovi%C4%87%20(Galerija%20Leonardo,%20Novi%20Banovci).jpg" width="279" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><i>Nadica Janić <br /> </i><br /><br /><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" referrerpolicy="strict-origin-when-cross-origin" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/VaoIK-Iwb5A?si=2MEz_YyiL51huQ4c" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe><br /><br />anima.arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802019588966503236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880902438427575311.post-4310279923122030112026-06-30T14:43:47.373+02:002026-06-30T14:43:47.373+02:00BLAGOSLOVENI DAN<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyRUer0K0s6kdJsCMTUvO-gAcZe5ujDu_4YNmNOxr32mAdQHB2WdmPBcH1tiI5Rz4R_UZ7Z13ADEF0WKVUUpAkPYD8eFI3-sqFVGH9DEcoSLgIGwlrXxanWvFeyNADOWB2rY9Mhji-VjoH9AIxL2bk_nXQD703wgkZCzl4aT_fvtAQA_DMWLtK5yqcrWma/s2880/Milica%20i%20Nadica.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2880" data-original-width="2880" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyRUer0K0s6kdJsCMTUvO-gAcZe5ujDu_4YNmNOxr32mAdQHB2WdmPBcH1tiI5Rz4R_UZ7Z13ADEF0WKVUUpAkPYD8eFI3-sqFVGH9DEcoSLgIGwlrXxanWvFeyNADOWB2rY9Mhji-VjoH9AIxL2bk_nXQD703wgkZCzl4aT_fvtAQA_DMWLtK5yqcrWma/w320-h320/Milica%20i%20Nadica.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Milica i Nadica</span></i></b></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Blagoslovenom danu prethode iskušenja i trenuci osećaja sićušnosti i nemoći u ovom tamnom beskraju. Postoje dani otkrovenja. Istina života ispisuje krug. Zatvara polja patnje, bespomoćnosti, usamljenosti. I u krug Svetlosti šalje nam osobe iz čijih reči dobijamo saznanja, otvoren put.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Oko mene i u meni ovih dana samo praznina koja podrhtava. Prazne ulice, prazna prodavnica, prazna kuća… Pratim vesti. Nije mi dobro - ni fizički, ni psihički… I poziv, telefonski poziv, od drage osobe. Od Milice, moje sestričine. Spojile su nam se duše. A reči ne dolaze od nas, dolaze od Svemogućeg, od Stvoritelja, večno prisutnom u duši.</span></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">„I beše Reč!</span></div></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I Reč beše od Boga…“</span></div></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I dan blagosloven posta.</span></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Nadica Janić<br /><br /><br /></i><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" referrerpolicy="strict-origin-when-cross-origin" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/yO2QE1SNbd4?si=RSiBDYr2h_IQpNgQ" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe><br /><br /></span></div>anima.arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802019588966503236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880902438427575311.post-21759072875906084572026-06-29T18:48:23.142+02:002026-07-09T18:24:38.051+02:00IMATI NEKOG...<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sreća je imati Nekog<br />da u sjaju oka vidiš sebe,<br />da sa osmehom ispuniš dan.<br /><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-8wMBrttyaJXAxMT1_NboVV9S08aQBUsUQWxyZqCgElwzL3MQ0_WUxXQjfhkwanQR3ZrB5fodiuYbrGQDYX-sPPah-vY0XnHcSdTjvIdRyUiKWRejneB-mCgSClZ_kANQ3NM8owX67JKs-vL5jVympX9EmYA41h8TfWX7M_KX5MlRzrp6l8sQzqDgOVWD/s402/2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="402" data-original-width="312" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-8wMBrttyaJXAxMT1_NboVV9S08aQBUsUQWxyZqCgElwzL3MQ0_WUxXQjfhkwanQR3ZrB5fodiuYbrGQDYX-sPPah-vY0XnHcSdTjvIdRyUiKWRejneB-mCgSClZ_kANQ3NM8owX67JKs-vL5jVympX9EmYA41h8TfWX7M_KX5MlRzrp6l8sQzqDgOVWD/s320/2.jpg" width="248" /></a><br /><br /><b><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Nadica Janić</span></i></b></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIfdobyY7aWg7d9Ds2qfyhRnR00QF9TeNLw8_RLmW2bP9A6jRG5yJj0pv7CBdpm0YhHy9_wQdrn2Xq8-I9t-dWy7DwShH5zGgNkwuJu8VOuFsP1h41gM6DzlVy-zFJI_KQt-Q1wQnrthMjkssIGvn_GJyHe1g2cvB6SpEqHlVgyQedN-upWE7m7IHAi4u7/s2816/3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2816" data-original-width="2112" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIfdobyY7aWg7d9Ds2qfyhRnR00QF9TeNLw8_RLmW2bP9A6jRG5yJj0pv7CBdpm0YhHy9_wQdrn2Xq8-I9t-dWy7DwShH5zGgNkwuJu8VOuFsP1h41gM6DzlVy-zFJI_KQt-Q1wQnrthMjkssIGvn_GJyHe1g2cvB6SpEqHlVgyQedN-upWE7m7IHAi4u7/s320/3.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><i>Unuka Ana</i></b></span><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL2EJGzArGZM_VbrQ_ZRYS5WEdEo95QUKf5CGLhl8g5qCq7U1n9p-75ZK1Epb7bPp5vpWnGBKD_FR8IavOpYqgLwhTIkkOWngbvmB4Xnh3TIMrkyFDLQNb9z9BwEaHINmagTQDJuOVx9y_q1IfUECEMiA4q_7AFCuydyz6-CBU9myZYwAgs_1-qGH0meZu/s627/1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="378" data-original-width="627" height="193" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL2EJGzArGZM_VbrQ_ZRYS5WEdEo95QUKf5CGLhl8g5qCq7U1n9p-75ZK1Epb7bPp5vpWnGBKD_FR8IavOpYqgLwhTIkkOWngbvmB4Xnh3TIMrkyFDLQNb9z9BwEaHINmagTQDJuOVx9y_q1IfUECEMiA4q_7AFCuydyz6-CBU9myZYwAgs_1-qGH0meZu/s320/1.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Voda sve nosi a sećanja ostaju<br />u plavetnilu Večnosti.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAqE9KWsv2qVd1xLE2vYu3UXcXmxDAJqzXzmUAEaDYz-biWz2XB1Mx8r4VZH1cPDr4ciHmTAzsu8P7ctfigvSs5iqDtm2CAudNsxegsYYgmv6a5T7UKjECFvHrmMCgb8le3werhXnduaGbe0UKPMMS8hyHoH664CBBQCgO71Frm3A4pycwp31tXxrfAbub/s2257/Ana.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2073" data-original-width="2257" height="294" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAqE9KWsv2qVd1xLE2vYu3UXcXmxDAJqzXzmUAEaDYz-biWz2XB1Mx8r4VZH1cPDr4ciHmTAzsu8P7ctfigvSs5iqDtm2CAudNsxegsYYgmv6a5T7UKjECFvHrmMCgb8le3werhXnduaGbe0UKPMMS8hyHoH664CBBQCgO71Frm3A4pycwp31tXxrfAbub/s320/Ana.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Foto:</b> <span style="text-align: center;">Obala Dunava u Novim Banovcima<br /><br /></span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Priredila: </b>Nadica Janić<br /><br /><br /><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" referrerpolicy="strict-origin-when-cross-origin" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/UDjLPd8Ax4o?si=2NXmyno53evP93_5" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></div></div></div><br />anima.arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802019588966503236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880902438427575311.post-7164225591599966102026-06-28T11:33:43.889+02:002026-06-28T11:33:44.063+02:00MISTERIJA DUHA<br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbTdIzl2SoFsO8TKLQTaIbYweojfKNpT1F3U2Ym-PqDN1SgPf2R5yohG0xbwVBpDvRFL15-dZFKTN22I8x9rRdPUQ82pWnS14VbgkLX3wHNEonAVFNhykH7Sb6Gry3Qf7HAWJftH__8FqwGg4P7Bx_vfcklbBOalFHrEqpDb29alPy4WinVH3dEq3iuthh/s539/8.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="539" data-original-width="472" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbTdIzl2SoFsO8TKLQTaIbYweojfKNpT1F3U2Ym-PqDN1SgPf2R5yohG0xbwVBpDvRFL15-dZFKTN22I8x9rRdPUQ82pWnS14VbgkLX3wHNEonAVFNhykH7Sb6Gry3Qf7HAWJftH__8FqwGg4P7Bx_vfcklbBOalFHrEqpDb29alPy4WinVH3dEq3iuthh/s320/8.JPG" width="280" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><i>"Fluid" (senka - selfi) <br />Foto: Nadica Janić</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: left;">Ljubav.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: left;">Božanska promisao.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: left;">Strast duše.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: left;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: left;">Blaženstvo i sreća</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: left;">izvan pojavnog, saznajnog...</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: left;">Oboženo stanje duha.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: left;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: left;">Čudesno osećanje</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: left;">u savršenim trenucima</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: left;">stvorenim snagom misli.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: left;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: left;">Drhtaj u srcu</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: left;">i osmeh u tišini noći</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: left;">između sna i jave.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: left;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: left;">Voljeno Biće</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: left;">postaje Misao</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: left;" /></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">u bojama Duge.</span><br /><br /></span></div><p></p><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" referrerpolicy="strict-origin-when-cross-origin" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/kdJLGTKQfc0?si=pkdVCCGQ-7ruutqr" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe><br /><br />anima.arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802019588966503236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880902438427575311.post-63845061282872993302026-06-27T15:52:20.797+02:002026-06-27T15:52:20.965+02:00DANI...<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtIkr_os0uVj9g19wDBkpcPBpV1T9jV4ldFuYmfDUJW9pvyW3Bzqslk4bL2hl2_JWi5H3GGqoO-BCdyJhDefmFVUhoJ4_UDjCDsaSlwvWubAFqkGLzwhmpHysCbg6upPXotXD-vGOw4qQx0MpGkiPwLAqFzDmaKePbc2rr0gGxPC8umpMJVrUebzzQ2wlD/s512/Dodir%20praznine%20(selfi%20odraza%20senke%20na%20zidu)%20Autor%20Nadica%20Jani%C4%87.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="512" data-original-width="303" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtIkr_os0uVj9g19wDBkpcPBpV1T9jV4ldFuYmfDUJW9pvyW3Bzqslk4bL2hl2_JWi5H3GGqoO-BCdyJhDefmFVUhoJ4_UDjCDsaSlwvWubAFqkGLzwhmpHysCbg6upPXotXD-vGOw4qQx0MpGkiPwLAqFzDmaKePbc2rr0gGxPC8umpMJVrUebzzQ2wlD/s320/Dodir%20praznine%20(selfi%20odraza%20senke%20na%20zidu)%20Autor%20Nadica%20Jani%C4%87.jpg" width="189" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><i>"Dodir praznine"<br />(selfi odraza senke na zidu)<br />Autor: Nadica Janić<br /><br /></i></b></span><p class="MsoNormal">Postoje dani praznine i tihe sete koja se šunja.<br />Zlokobna,
hladna, kao jesenja magla.<br /> Obavija srce, steže, i ulazi u prazninu duše. <br />A
plesala bih, smejala bih se.<br /> Obukla bih najlepšu odeću i otišla… <br />Otišla negde,
brzim koracima, u susret radosti. <br />
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Postoje dani smirenja, blagosti… <br />I sedela bih, sama, naslonjena na drvo i slušala tišinu.<br />
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Postoje dani nadahnuća. <br />Sine tako ideja. Beležem. Grabim od zaborava. <br />
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Postoje dani kada samo šetam.<br /> Koraci kao ritam otkucaja sata. Koračam, koračam…
<br />U susret ili se vraćam - svejedno.<br /> Koraci koji ne znaju pravac, ali me vode. <br />Vode…
Negde. Gde neću stići ili gde se neću vratiti.<br /> Svejedno - lepo je.<br />
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Postoje dani bezrazložne radosti. <br />Ne prepoznajem sebe u ogledalu. <br />Ukradem osmeh bleska duše i sakrijem ga<br /> u zadnji džep
pohabanog ogrtača života.<br />
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Postoje dani kada mislim na Tebe.<br /> Plakala bih, i nikad se utešila ne bih.<br /><br /></p><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Nadica Janić</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><p></p><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" referrerpolicy="strict-origin-when-cross-origin" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/hk9bBT9_nzc?si=Tti7LCZg7WWVh5jp" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></div></div><br />anima.arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802019588966503236noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880902438427575311.post-67287442162518522832026-06-27T15:40:11.368+02:002026-06-27T15:40:11.525+02:00PROLAZNOST<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu4WAzrNe4VgpqaWTj2sEqx03wdHWibcRvDZy2_o8Wtzyx8Qe5XQwOgnWwLjvs6C-nM_uISncZDtaOjTdx_sM4qMVUdd3gHAZDhuUtZoQ87pYgw1oCydbQH5TsaJHFiwXbAa9Qs0CB_tCX_vlPRsVDpgayCrfDH1Ik81u0rBGG9mahjVFhZ6vIStKICehB/s640/Senka%20(selfi)%20Foto%20Nadica%20Jani%C4%87.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu4WAzrNe4VgpqaWTj2sEqx03wdHWibcRvDZy2_o8Wtzyx8Qe5XQwOgnWwLjvs6C-nM_uISncZDtaOjTdx_sM4qMVUdd3gHAZDhuUtZoQ87pYgw1oCydbQH5TsaJHFiwXbAa9Qs0CB_tCX_vlPRsVDpgayCrfDH1Ik81u0rBGG9mahjVFhZ6vIStKICehB/s320/Senka%20(selfi)%20Foto%20Nadica%20Jani%C4%87.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"> "<span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Senka" (selfi) </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Foto: Nadica Janić</span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;">Teku dani obasjani nadom...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Život stavlja sve na svoje mesto. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Prolaznost je najveća uteha. </div><br /><br /></div></div><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" referrerpolicy="strict-origin-when-cross-origin" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/IKw2z2iwN6E?si=LzxeJX2NGHG1hMvE" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe><br /><br />anima.arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802019588966503236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880902438427575311.post-80868333111077858242026-06-25T22:21:30.820+02:002026-06-25T22:21:30.990+02:00NOĆ<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh4mynPSmgW5wg_q2KrZITRK3RVA2Blx7JhlCMHJM48ddskd6GXwegNyK3bc-3dxvCC5BmoNhRCh4_aCYprzW9MpPft4fS0wVqvxflpKIATLV68ty-1ZgA8XCZmZOh32ztA3_6y6DGTfk/s640/Mese%25C4%258Deva+no%25C4%2587.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh4mynPSmgW5wg_q2KrZITRK3RVA2Blx7JhlCMHJM48ddskd6GXwegNyK3bc-3dxvCC5BmoNhRCh4_aCYprzW9MpPft4fS0wVqvxflpKIATLV68ty-1ZgA8XCZmZOh32ztA3_6y6DGTfk/w320-h240/Mese%25C4%258Deva+no%25C4%2587.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <span><span style="font-size: x-small; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">"Mesečeva noć"</span><br /><span style="font-size: x-small; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Foto: Nadica Janić</span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Beograd u sazvežđu mog sećanja.</span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Kao hiljade palih zvezda.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Pišem nebeski e-mail… Znaće!</span></div></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/0tuMW-aJPMU" width="560"></iframe></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p></span></div></span></div>anima.arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802019588966503236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880902438427575311.post-36748796924684820262026-06-24T22:20:00.000+02:002026-06-25T22:20:46.555+02:00SUTON<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9m1RKunJ5YSReVnng_cgrBjEcjePsMHuiiOQNttnXQjWDgP6JPHr5nJEdhlI97GX5XYFTID4f0rPYGYa7vp3AhhlGpr1qoopDtvcmhQJF9WGJRORljLZdoOtKHW8zYV-W5DqMy-DBxJ4/s590/Izme%25C4%2591u+dana+i+no%25C4%2587i.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="423" data-original-width="590" height="229" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9m1RKunJ5YSReVnng_cgrBjEcjePsMHuiiOQNttnXQjWDgP6JPHr5nJEdhlI97GX5XYFTID4f0rPYGYa7vp3AhhlGpr1qoopDtvcmhQJF9WGJRORljLZdoOtKHW8zYV-W5DqMy-DBxJ4/w320-h229/Izme%25C4%2591u+dana+i+no%25C4%2587i.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b><i> "Između dana i noći"<br />Foto: Nadica Janić</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;">Čarobni trenutak smiraja, nestajanja svetlosti. <br />Crveno sunce tone. Ptice utihnu, vetar stane... <br />A ujutro, kao vaskrsenje, budi se Život.<br /><br /></span><div><br /></div><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" referrerpolicy="strict-origin-when-cross-origin" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/hMhmPAnGVfs?si=Idju-E9xlHHWQO8K" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe><br /><br />anima.arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802019588966503236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880902438427575311.post-67587443738809529912026-06-23T21:00:00.000+02:002026-06-23T21:56:35.320+02:00VEČE<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBt4Vyx2MKo613C0q74gzvNiERbHG17NkM56cSKAL5lVlZpEqruuWOI9YtSJXURonR7xCj07CdElHW378ZLQmntQ2vdmtn7S5Q-oSboE1GXeHyy7m0QSw9VrSw44JeN-1e7TDVX3I-dyM/s627/San+o+beskraju.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="476" data-original-width="627" height="243" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBt4Vyx2MKo613C0q74gzvNiERbHG17NkM56cSKAL5lVlZpEqruuWOI9YtSJXURonR7xCj07CdElHW378ZLQmntQ2vdmtn7S5Q-oSboE1GXeHyy7m0QSw9VrSw44JeN-1e7TDVX3I-dyM/w320-h243/San+o+beskraju.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <b><i><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Foto: Nadica Janić</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><br /></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">San o Beskraju. Večita zapitanost o Smislu. <br />Život - splet radnji, događanja, osećanja, snova...<br />A Dunav teče... teče... I iste slike godinama ali moj pogled je drugačiji.<br /> </span></div><p></p>
<iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/l6aUNWyA8us" width="560"></iframe><div><br /></div>anima.arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802019588966503236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880902438427575311.post-63937473624754819162026-06-19T08:00:00.000+02:002026-06-20T13:45:46.351+02:00JUTRO<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5T9iKPyDLc8H68uhsoE0eI5igw4HRDs54rp-Cn-xDOjLh7HhoibkADKSzyrN23tVBcQkcmwd5lvd-ImxyJTB-Bx0idmwRTBOiPc5k6Ns9OBMjwT9v0lV4EfDYklQIERVohTYO79qh_zY/s540/Jutro.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="417" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5T9iKPyDLc8H68uhsoE0eI5igw4HRDs54rp-Cn-xDOjLh7HhoibkADKSzyrN23tVBcQkcmwd5lvd-ImxyJTB-Bx0idmwRTBOiPc5k6Ns9OBMjwT9v0lV4EfDYklQIERVohTYO79qh_zY/w309-h400/Jutro.JPG" width="309" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b><i>"Jutro na Dunavu"<br />Foto: Nadica Janić </i></b></span><br /> <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Radost Novog Dana. I kažem sebi: "Kreni..."</span></div><span style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;">Nižu se poslovi. <br />A misli, kao nit odmotavaju se, susreću, zapliću.</div></span><span style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;">Teče Dan, teče Život!<br /><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqWcomUk5DWglekQfBaKMwKbrSwxoSyaI7IR0yFCcYB3giOPanKIOqwIsYFlfTKUb6kTj3aDPz1hCDz8eeG4Z8AlrnEO-6zPxEAu_wxWscDDcsjcDnFEIDwZwH0De85irwnIILe0bVdTBcxLrAwcU_v3IaYL7z0pll382ahBTqT34BAtiM9mqKCg3m7nWv/s402/Nadica%20Jani%C4%87.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="402" data-original-width="312" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqWcomUk5DWglekQfBaKMwKbrSwxoSyaI7IR0yFCcYB3giOPanKIOqwIsYFlfTKUb6kTj3aDPz1hCDz8eeG4Z8AlrnEO-6zPxEAu_wxWscDDcsjcDnFEIDwZwH0De85irwnIILe0bVdTBcxLrAwcU_v3IaYL7z0pll382ahBTqT34BAtiM9mqKCg3m7nWv/s320/Nadica%20Jani%C4%87.jpg" width="248" /></a></div><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></div><p></p>
<iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/npCKnjuFWTo" width="560"></iframe><div><br /></div>anima.arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802019588966503236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880902438427575311.post-77448354389384636592026-06-16T12:00:00.000+02:002026-06-16T14:51:20.216+02:00PUNOĆA VREMENA<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilAikcGdzt_qKvF0VKWeRgmkaEHwM8mOm_KnQw_hwWLRi1-d_bJ32ZOcoBibrGXieFNCa2gm3ZeLzpx_G1N1UCWV7sQBOVJjWpAoje0eglaucOb9Zk9Ou28vjZxkFjfJ1SMva8wONPzWVPofIsPn8kozDP-59vFZn_OE1e0EjeUI3xQbfe0VEwLypCJk9W/s640/Foto%20Nadica%20Jani%C4%87.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilAikcGdzt_qKvF0VKWeRgmkaEHwM8mOm_KnQw_hwWLRi1-d_bJ32ZOcoBibrGXieFNCa2gm3ZeLzpx_G1N1UCWV7sQBOVJjWpAoje0eglaucOb9Zk9Ou28vjZxkFjfJ1SMva8wONPzWVPofIsPn8kozDP-59vFZn_OE1e0EjeUI3xQbfe0VEwLypCJk9W/s320/Foto%20Nadica%20Jani%C4%87.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><b><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Radost na dlanu<br />Foto: Nadica Janić <br /><br /></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Kao beskonačna nit proteže se vreme.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hodamo ka nečemu, ka nekome... </div><div style="text-align: center;">Dokle? <br />Dok ne ostvarimo punoću datog nam vremena:</div><div style="text-align: center;">Da uradimo zadatu misiju. Da ispunimo stranicu Života.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Da izrazimo blagosloveni talenat.<br />Da sačekamo željeni trenutak spremni i ozareni,</div><div style="text-align: center;">trenutak povratka voljenog iz dalekog sveta,</div><div style="text-align: center;">trenutak osmeha i zagrljaja,<br />trenutak osećaja prvog ploda trešanja na dlanu,</div><div style="text-align: center;">trenutak buđenja u sobi obasjanoj jutarnjim suncem...</div><div style="text-align: center;">i ništa te ne boli, i ništa ne moraš,</div><div style="text-align: center;">i sve imaš da spokojno ispuniš dan.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><i>Nadica Janić<br /><br /></i><br /><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" referrerpolicy="strict-origin-when-cross-origin" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/npCKnjuFWTo?si=ZD3yWKqYu6RCisLV" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe><br /><br />anima.arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802019588966503236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880902438427575311.post-33525913452740861792026-06-12T16:17:00.000+02:002026-06-15T15:28:20.360+02:00OGLEDALO<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh58P93IhNU1ZItb6x-yoeIQmGXix2qjKJ5WCpXRzxXfzr5tLCQJFZ2kZGmcHHk4Zw3_KJvqGC-utuEG32FoW2l7z6oL53VREuOOA5rjBeripptvvSvxWzT2I1vdbVp87yttd98QfiiILTl735ccrikfh6z8cAxAEsW0sy7u81lW1cJ25FGsSykyr9k1Hug/s324/Nadica%20Jani%C4%87.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="312" data-original-width="324" height="308" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh58P93IhNU1ZItb6x-yoeIQmGXix2qjKJ5WCpXRzxXfzr5tLCQJFZ2kZGmcHHk4Zw3_KJvqGC-utuEG32FoW2l7z6oL53VREuOOA5rjBeripptvvSvxWzT2I1vdbVp87yttd98QfiiILTl735ccrikfh6z8cAxAEsW0sy7u81lW1cJ25FGsSykyr9k1Hug/w320-h308/Nadica%20Jani%C4%87.jpg" width="320" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><i>Nadica Janić<br /></i></b></span><br />Ogledalo,<br />sjajno i duboko.<br />Izdajica ili drug?<br /><br />Pred njim nema laži.<br />Ne prikriva, nemilosrdan je.<br />Ali i poklanja istinu o nama,<br />ne samo kroz beležnicu života na licu<br />već istinu u duši.<br /><br />Pred njim pričam, <br />ne zadržavam ni suze.<br />Daje mi odgovor i daruje osmeh.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Nadica Janić<br /><br /></i></div></div><p></p><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" referrerpolicy="strict-origin-when-cross-origin" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/vcrWQlXFgSM?si=i-pRlVwx1aysO4Au" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe><br /><br />anima.arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802019588966503236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880902438427575311.post-10408441758511798792026-04-17T08:00:00.000+02:002026-04-17T08:00:00.117+02:00NOVI POČETAK<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjygA_uRjU_xU0dluYYgiL7Lbr0k1xQ79eco8bpAd9m0AjtugkQn2quleq1BXOVvSo_U8hN_4PLql70STdTmdxxaanLwB0ZpU9itrq8rUW2X8ye4BfbspFA9cb4P92VNPZPwv-UL5XDdbNS-agdgZ8JqhpRIwkq85XRuFo_L1vhLrh3egk6NhVZ5-q4cQ/s997/Bela%20ljubi%C4%8Dica.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="997" data-original-width="840" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjygA_uRjU_xU0dluYYgiL7Lbr0k1xQ79eco8bpAd9m0AjtugkQn2quleq1BXOVvSo_U8hN_4PLql70STdTmdxxaanLwB0ZpU9itrq8rUW2X8ye4BfbspFA9cb4P92VNPZPwv-UL5XDdbNS-agdgZ8JqhpRIwkq85XRuFo_L1vhLrh3egk6NhVZ5-q4cQ/w270-h320/Bela%20ljubi%C4%8Dica.jpg" width="270" /></a></div><p></p><p></p><p><span style="text-align: justify;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="text-align: justify;">Sunčano jutro...</span></p><p><span style="text-align: justify;">Probudila sam se radosna. Božja blagodat je to. Pišem. Duša se otvara i reči se oslobađaju. Ništa nije od nas. Božja promisao je u svemu što stvaramo. </span></p><div style="text-align: justify;">Ispijam čaj... <br /><br />Gledam kroz prozor crnu pticu na krovu. I setih se reči iz biblijske priče o Jovu:</div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Dani moji prođoše, misli moje pokidaše se što imah u srcu.<br />Od noći načiniše dan i svetlost je blizu mraka."<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Muzika... <br /><br />Pokreće mi se telo. Ozarena. Proleće je u meni - novi početak.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Hvala! Hvala Tebi, Čuvaru moje duše.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><i><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>Nadica Janić</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /><br /></i><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/tTjLzQ4XlSk" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></div></i><div><br /></div>anima.arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802019588966503236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880902438427575311.post-10308517318229525162025-08-21T12:36:00.374+02:002026-01-05T18:01:05.081+01:00NOĆ KADA JE KIŠA PADALA <p><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold;">Iz sveske na široke linije (28</span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold;">)<br /></span><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b>SAN LETNJE NOĆI<br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #333333;"><br /></span><div><span style="color: #333333;"><span><p class="MsoNormal"></p></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;">„Samo još malo da smo zajedno. Otići ću na poslednji bus“, šapnuo je i još jedan zagrljaj i poljubac.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">„Požuri da ne pokisneš“, šapnula je.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Miris kiše i daleka grmljavina. Žurno je zatvorila prozor.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">„Javiće mi se kad stigne kući“, šapnula je za sebe i spokojno se spremila za san. <br /><br />Zazvonio je telefon:</div><div style="text-align: justify;">„Nema busa. A i niko neće da stane. Mokar sam. Šta da radim? Da se vratim?“, tihim glasom, nekako sramežljivo, kao zalutali dečak, govorio je.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> „Vrati se“ - bilo je njeno obećanje u snu za njihovu Večnost.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: inherit;">JUTRO POSLE KIŠE<br /><br /><br /></span></b><span style="background-color: white;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4KsaGouBo-TZISyPit16_nICO6lwESOQKnDAVubDBjbbJsNZ_OkJdbcDQeEUthQEYrCys6Ndr2XwXghg2CaZXiHiw5F4Gjt4qK0QaMZ04Z01hWPzAri0apyUjAWM1Ha70EtxlFe0Gxu-V0b2I7VyzwGaO7-f0OYVwdY6nJkILP1_tw7wTvmzFl-Yk2noU/s1750/Svitanje%20Foto%20Nadica%20Jani%C4%87.jpg" style="background-color: transparent; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1750" data-original-width="1100" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4KsaGouBo-TZISyPit16_nICO6lwESOQKnDAVubDBjbbJsNZ_OkJdbcDQeEUthQEYrCys6Ndr2XwXghg2CaZXiHiw5F4Gjt4qK0QaMZ04Z01hWPzAri0apyUjAWM1Ha70EtxlFe0Gxu-V0b2I7VyzwGaO7-f0OYVwdY6nJkILP1_tw7wTvmzFl-Yk2noU/w201-h320/Svitanje%20Foto%20Nadica%20Jani%C4%87.jpg" width="201" /></a><br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #333333; font-style: italic; text-align: center;">"Svitanje"</span><br style="color: #333333; font-weight: 400; text-align: center;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-style: italic; text-align: center;">Foto: Nadica Janić</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">ON</span></b></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Nedeljom ide u šetnju van grada. Bio je lep avgustovski dan. Uveče je naglo pala
kiša. Žurio je pustom ulicom predgrađa do autobuske stanice. </span></span>A kiša je padala, voda se slivana niz lice na usne, kao nežni poljupci.<span style="font-family: inherit;"> Stigao je kući veoma kasno.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Nemiran san. Košmar. U postelji je sa voljenom ženom. Srećan. Slušaju kišu. </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Probudio
se u drhtavici. Otvara prozor. Sunce je obasjalo njegovu samoću. Pesma belog goluba u krošnji kestena.<br /><br /> „Otkud ovaj san? Tako je stvaran!“, zapitao se. <br />
<br /><b>ONA</b><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Bio je lep nedeljni avgustovski dan. Odmarala se čitajući na terasi. Uveče, naglo, sivi oblaci su prekrili nebo. Daleka grmljavina. Plašila se grmljavine. Zatvorila je šalone, obukla pidžamu i legla u krevet. U polusnu, sluša kišu. I neka neobjašnjiva sreća je preplavila.<br /><br />Probudila ju je
svetlost izlazećeg sunca. Sanjiva, otvara prozor. </span></span>Svežina ranog avgustovskog jutra posle kiše. Sunce je obasjalo njenu samoću. <span style="font-family: inherit;">Beli golub na
krovu susedne kuće. Svako jutro peva istu pesmu. Samo je ona razume. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">„San je bio tako stvaran!", šapnula je i zapisala ga u dnevnik snova i sećanja. </span><span style="text-align: left;">Vratila je dnevnik u ormančić kraj uzglavlja. Uključila radio.<span style="background-color: white;"> </span>I uobičajen dan je potekao...</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-family: inherit;">Pesma na radiju:<br /><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;">"Nema prošlosti, postoji samo budućnost.</span></div><span style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #333333;">Postoji samo ovde, postoji samo sada."<br /></span>(These are the days - Van Morrison)<br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>Nadica Janić<br /><br /></i></div></span></div></span><i><br /></i></span></div><span style="color: #333333;"><span><span style="line-height: 115%;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" referrerpolicy="strict-origin-when-cross-origin" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/_lyve_egY8o?si=d1fWzegFhY2bbscE" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe><br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Prevod:</b><br /><br />Ovo su dani beskrajnog leta<br />
Ovo su dani u vremenu sada<br />Nema prošlosti, postoji samo budućnost<br />
Postoji samo ovde, postoji samo sada<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">O, tvoje nasmejano lice, tvoje milo prisustvo<br />
Vatre proleća se jako rasplamtavaju<br />
O, blistavo srce i pesmo slave<br />
Krik slobode u noći<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ovo su dani pored blistave reke<br />
Njegova blagovremena milost i naše dragoceno otkriće<br />
Ovo je ljubav jednog čarobnjaka<br />
Koji je pretvorio vodu u vino<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ovo su dani beskrajnog plesa i<br />
Duge šetnje u letnjoj noći<br />
Ovo su dani istinske romanse<br />
Kada te grlim tako čvrsto.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ovo su dani sada u kojima moramo uživati<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">I moramo uživati koliko god možemo<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ovo su dani koji će trajati zauvek<br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Moraš ih čuvati u svom srcu.<br /><br /></span></p></span></div></span></span></span></div></div>anima.arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802019588966503236noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880902438427575311.post-45323484201258165512025-07-31T21:28:00.002+02:002025-08-01T18:20:02.349+02:00KAD ŽIVOT OKRENE LIST<p><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Iz sveske na široke linije (27</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">)</span><br /><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw_LLqSk_XC-SaWwjUSiRhqKAY3piXwdwkNnlIJtT_v-OhcGxO1kaaB3MQgsRiJd2kmlOwofSVzinafXX2FyaC1iJ9TWoTzT4_ONScShuL7BMnAigCIpaC4OWcB4upDOmykr0zzS9SZah6hyhgsxc28MXDc9Po4jFdgVEFx1w2vSfZyPTqlzuCo0iDlOss/s583/ZAPIS%20I%20(akril,%2010%20x%207,5%20cm)%20Autor%20Nadica%20Jani%C4%87.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="583" data-original-width="430" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw_LLqSk_XC-SaWwjUSiRhqKAY3piXwdwkNnlIJtT_v-OhcGxO1kaaB3MQgsRiJd2kmlOwofSVzinafXX2FyaC1iJ9TWoTzT4_ONScShuL7BMnAigCIpaC4OWcB4upDOmykr0zzS9SZah6hyhgsxc28MXDc9Po4jFdgVEFx1w2vSfZyPTqlzuCo0iDlOss/w236-h320/ZAPIS%20I%20(akril,%2010%20x%207,5%20cm)%20Autor%20Nadica%20Jani%C4%87.jpg" width="236" /></a></div><br /><span><i><b><span style="font-size: x-small;">"Zapis"<br />(akril; 10 x 7,5 cm)<br />Autor: Nadica Janić</span><br /><br /></b></i><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Zapis - drvo zapis, zapis na listu, zapis na licu,</i></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>svuda je zapis o istini propadljivosti, stradanju,</i></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>krstu koga nosimo kao lični usud.</i></span></div></span></div><p></p><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Koračali su stazom predodređenom za njih. Svako
zagledan u svoje svetlo na kraju puta. Umorni od koraka, od tereta koji su
nosili, od sećanja koja su pekla dušu. Koračali su… sami, tihi, kroz šumu
ljudi, zlokobnih glasova u tmini, ptica zlosutnica. Bili si dva lista u šumi
beznađa.</span></div></span><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><br /></span><div style="line-height: 115%;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3n_fOroToHUm-6IywpG8ljnDEo1Fn1Tn_xCCnYsRgk5gBU-O5_l_A6IMD9cdyNvn8AKzRxy4uv_NVqZmD1TB35AyDWndGG-fITHoXCqlGhySDIt8LdUBHul4QXn8PCUn18D1cZxckEUyR29s-2oya0ouZ-MuoSmXKH8FtpAAoXO_k7UeMViKtDHYI2dtt/s581/ZAPIS%20II%20(akril,%2010%20x%207,5%20cm)%20Autor%20Nadica%20Jani%C4%87.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="581" data-original-width="435" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3n_fOroToHUm-6IywpG8ljnDEo1Fn1Tn_xCCnYsRgk5gBU-O5_l_A6IMD9cdyNvn8AKzRxy4uv_NVqZmD1TB35AyDWndGG-fITHoXCqlGhySDIt8LdUBHul4QXn8PCUn18D1cZxckEUyR29s-2oya0ouZ-MuoSmXKH8FtpAAoXO_k7UeMViKtDHYI2dtt/w240-h320/ZAPIS%20II%20(akril,%2010%20x%207,5%20cm)%20Autor%20Nadica%20Jani%C4%87.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: small;"><i>"Zapis"</i></b></div><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>(akril; 10 x 7,5 cm)</i></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><i>Autor: Nadica Janić</i></b></div><i><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div></i></span></span><span><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">Zapis da će na kraju
biti vatra spasenja. <br />Za</span></i><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">pis u okamenjenoj večnosti<br /> </span></i><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">o istini Vere, Nade i Ljubavi.</span></i></div><span style="line-height: 115%;"><i><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></i><i><b><span style="font-size: large;">................</span></b></i></div></i></span><p></p></span><div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Vetar sudbine ih je poneo.</span></div><span style="line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: SR-LATN-RS; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Poneo jedno ka drugom.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Dodir duša, spajanje dva Bića.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Postali su</span></div><b><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: inherit;">JEDNO.</span></b></div></b><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<b><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: inherit;">ON</span></b></div></b><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: center;">Ti si svetlost mog života.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sa tobom letim</div><div style="text-align: center;">hrabar, snažan</div><div style="text-align: center;">i uzdižem te u visine.</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<b><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: inherit;">ONA</span></b></div></b><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: center;">Promenio si moja jutra.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Osvetlio dan.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nebo si moje plavo.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Plavo, volim te, plavo.</div></span>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Iz sveske na široke linije (25)</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br style="text-align: left;" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXxfgJcj4qjJS5FOwEmAyzxumc4ZZDO96m2gNufzG7lCUxFbjDXd4FDMqb7pEvmUWQFq12IPQU7cmCmWS9cV1EY6x4jBHe72Fsdxw0NnVROPzlyfmc2j9WggelIRYn3WL_omku5YXcP57Aqbr4fpTxzchbLBzAQiI_v4jyh4bxfigYOdglS7d7Kk0Sbf4V/s392/%C4%8Ce%C5%BEnja%20-%20kola%C5%BE,%20ko%C5%BEa%20na%20lesonitu,%2050%20x%2050%20cm%20Autor%20-%20Nadica%20Jani%C4%87.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="392" data-original-width="389" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXxfgJcj4qjJS5FOwEmAyzxumc4ZZDO96m2gNufzG7lCUxFbjDXd4FDMqb7pEvmUWQFq12IPQU7cmCmWS9cV1EY6x4jBHe72Fsdxw0NnVROPzlyfmc2j9WggelIRYn3WL_omku5YXcP57Aqbr4fpTxzchbLBzAQiI_v4jyh4bxfigYOdglS7d7Kk0Sbf4V/s320/%C4%8Ce%C5%BEnja%20-%20kola%C5%BE,%20ko%C5%BEa%20na%20lesonitu,%2050%20x%2050%20cm%20Autor%20-%20Nadica%20Jani%C4%87.jpg" width="318" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><i>ANIMA I ANIMUS<br />Jedna duša<br />(kolaž, koža na lesonitu, 50 x 50 cm)<br />Autor: Nadica Janić</i></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;">Vreme odmiče, neumitno, ali se u spirali života neprestano vraća na početak. Mi živimo sve naše živote, mi smo i dete, i mlado biće, i staro biće u istrošenom telu. Ali naša duša je uvek mlada, uvek u svim bojama i svim vremenima našeg postojanja. <br /><br />Duhovna veza, najviši nivo ljubavi, nekima je nedostižna. Prizemljene strasti, zadovoljenje tela i požude je trenutak, a Ljubav kao Blagodat nadahnjuje, otvara sve mogućnosti izražavanja, inspiriše, daje snagu i polet.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">----------</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;">I pre ovog života bili su Jedno. Davno, tamo daleko, iza duge. Voleli su se kao
dečak i devojčica, kao krhka devojka i visok momak. U ovom životu, njihove senke bile su blizu. U duši bili su prazni, željni ljubavi.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;">Oboje su tražili biće svoje duše. On je voleo,
grlio, ali to nije Ona, govorio je u sebi. Smenjivali su se bol i sreća i prazne
duše se pitao gde je Ona, ona sa kojom će da uzleti zauvek.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;">Znala je da On živi negde daleko, iza duge i pisala pesme o njemu, sanjala ga, zvala ga Leptirom, zvala ga Senkom... I jednom, u sasvim drugom svetu, nestvarnom, varljivom, svetu reči i slike, ugledala je njegovo lice. Te usne su me ljubile! Duša je zatreperila i jedan glas, glas Ljubavi joj je šapnuo - ON. <br /><br />U varljivom svetu, gde je usamljenost jedini spas, gde se ljudi sreću i lažno predstavljaju, s malim "instrumentom" na dlanu, veze sa svetom i ljudima, ugleda ikonicu Njenog lika. Glas Ljubavi mu je šapnuo - ONA.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN7Sn8hs4RlzGFRxMadqx-i-Yzhm5fDqLYYvlpX_whYx6kHLO5BBRxqpHYDsGg_pKx32sTv7FMix7Iku7yJ-zPCCjgs63zcb0y5GIgEcbOjlSVhsJMZ5tuIC7n6SUweNguL-j99Jp4UIpifmzz6teutabtZ1VSnV-OfOTn0Hcfwb5_JbYF24zdUCpiN560/s1130/Anemona.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1130" data-original-width="876" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN7Sn8hs4RlzGFRxMadqx-i-Yzhm5fDqLYYvlpX_whYx6kHLO5BBRxqpHYDsGg_pKx32sTv7FMix7Iku7yJ-zPCCjgs63zcb0y5GIgEcbOjlSVhsJMZ5tuIC7n6SUweNguL-j99Jp4UIpifmzz6teutabtZ1VSnV-OfOTn0Hcfwb5_JbYF24zdUCpiN560/w248-h320/Anemona.jpg" width="248" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><i>"Anemona"<br />(fito-kolaž na staklu; 30 x 40 cm)<br />Autor: Nadica Janić<br /></i></b></span><br /></div><br /></div><i style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">Nadica Janić</i></span></div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"><i><br /><br /></i></span></div></div></div></div><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" referrerpolicy="strict-origin-when-cross-origin" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/6ZC1SFqQyWY?si=QLLZBrUi4xLLUKNo" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe><br /><div><br /></div>anima.arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802019588966503236noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880902438427575311.post-91186359199117855232025-07-19T14:26:00.001+02:002025-07-28T21:58:50.971+02:00SUSRET<p><b>Iz sveske na široke linije</b> <b>(24)</b><br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6AkFFfmU6WDim86Re_2B1rZw0d9CtM6k6gzGCxs2pZWyHcj19DCozAuIaSDL5MBr6YXY0pRvTBl7EzPGZsZMLIHZmbq8bXpAcrPtKKrem80K5G_jUf6dg_PxueyeiPQ5kYTkoKv1AKGurYTH6CKds5QROXBIwwc4XoJFiroGqWPJawhyFkw6OiXOS6MNi/s320/Raskrsnica%20%C5%BEivota%20(frota%C5%BE,%2030%20x%2045%20cm)%20Autor%20Nadica%20Jani%C4%87.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="243" data-original-width="320" height="243" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6AkFFfmU6WDim86Re_2B1rZw0d9CtM6k6gzGCxs2pZWyHcj19DCozAuIaSDL5MBr6YXY0pRvTBl7EzPGZsZMLIHZmbq8bXpAcrPtKKrem80K5G_jUf6dg_PxueyeiPQ5kYTkoKv1AKGurYTH6CKds5QROXBIwwc4XoJFiroGqWPJawhyFkw6OiXOS6MNi/w320-h243/Raskrsnica%20%C5%BEivota%20(frota%C5%BE,%2030%20x%2045%20cm)%20Autor%20Nadica%20Jani%C4%87.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">"Raskrsnica života"<br />(frotaž; 30 x 40 cm)<br />Autor: Nadica Janić</span></i></b></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Život stvara čudne priče. Kratke priče. Ali i priče koje se ne završavaju. Život beleži na našim licima tragove sreće i bola. Život nam stavlja na pleća breme, zatvara put, gasi ljubav...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Koračamo stazom neizvesnosti i kada dođemo do mesta gde nam noge zadrhte, srce zamre, pogled se zamagli, pružena ruka Spasa prihvati nas, ojača i povede ka Svetlosti.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">Lutali
su</span><br /><span style="line-height: 115%;">
stazama </span><span style="line-height: 115%;">bespovratnih koraka.</span><br />
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Tražio je</span><br /><span style="line-height: 115%;">
u bespuću tišine </span><span style="line-height: 115%;">svog bića Biće.</span><br />
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Tražila je</span><br /><span style="line-height: 115%;">
u praznim rečima </span><span style="line-height: 115%;">utehu.</span><br />
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Na raskrsnici života</span><br /><span style="line-height: 115%;">
sreli su se </span><span style="line-height: 115%;">On i Ona.</span><br /><br /></span></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">ON<br />
- anđeo čuvar njene krhkosti -<br />
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ONA<br />
- svetlost njegovog života -<br /><br /></span></span></span></span><span style="line-height: 115%;">Njegov čvrsti zagrljaj<br /></span><span style="line-height: 115%;">spojio je sve slomljene delove<br /></span><span style="line-height: 115%;">njenog srca i duše.</span><br /> <br /><span style="line-height: 115%;"> Njen nežni zagrljaj<br /></span><span style="line-height: 115%;">vratio je sjaj u njegovim očima<br /></span>i nadu u svaki novi dan<br />ljubavlju obasjan.</p></div><i>Nadica Janić<br /></i><br /><br /><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" referrerpolicy="strict-origin-when-cross-origin" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/yO2QE1SNbd4?si=TBW8zlHRJvv20GPJ" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe><br /><br />anima.arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802019588966503236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880902438427575311.post-25510547226061769162025-07-11T22:57:00.001+02:002025-07-28T21:57:45.232+02:00VERUJEM U ČUDO<b><br />Iz sveske na široke linije (23)<br /></b><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBmQQDyN1ZbdcpRyKw5yjDinK1EPhlUK_b34D6XM6NUKuJOFinC4MaTRgg2MvMF6WQz1CWl8kP3W-VPAclhsg9ZTxpFBKK2E4BVtY3ltw1p3UBytEYhTSHJjUgBtkQQdnW15_rWypHMtVDBl8mu3az-Z3L2egeqtUHD0rTeXfIft-V03KWQIA5B8j8fhe1/s1613/Foto%20Privatna%20arhiva.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1613" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBmQQDyN1ZbdcpRyKw5yjDinK1EPhlUK_b34D6XM6NUKuJOFinC4MaTRgg2MvMF6WQz1CWl8kP3W-VPAclhsg9ZTxpFBKK2E4BVtY3ltw1p3UBytEYhTSHJjUgBtkQQdnW15_rWypHMtVDBl8mu3az-Z3L2egeqtUHD0rTeXfIft-V03KWQIA5B8j8fhe1/w305-h320/Foto%20Privatna%20arhiva.jpg" width="305" /></a><br /><b><i><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />Foto: Privatna arhiva autora</span></i></b></p><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Zalazak sunca je misterija.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Život je misterija.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Bljesak Ljubavi je misterija.</div><br /><span><span><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Kada poslednji zrak utone u beskraj, kada tama noći prikrije šta je dan učinio,
kada nam snovi pošalju poruku - sviće. I čovek, kao vaskrsenje, nanovo, kao sunce
koje se rađa, ide u susret izazovima i Dobra i Zla.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></span><span><div style="text-align: justify;">Život je kao jedan dan, satkan od momenata. Praznih ili ispunjenih, tužnih ili srećnih. Kada se najmanje nadamo, kada smo obeshrabreni i tužni, a čista srca nosimo svoj krst, bez vapaja, desi se Čudo. Desi se Ljubav. </div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Bog sve posloži.</div><span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>
<i style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Nadica Janić<br /></i></span><br /><div style="line-height: 115%; text-align: left;"><br /></div></span><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" referrerpolicy="strict-origin-when-cross-origin" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/d04ZSv1I4Hg?si=aaqjtsXbjMoDAhrQ" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe><br /><br />anima.arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802019588966503236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880902438427575311.post-65556609084460767012025-05-29T17:00:00.007+02:002025-05-31T21:25:41.771+02:00OTVORI SE...<p style="text-align: center;"> <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiajo7sW8ZE9CfNMKhq_NiUh7v9EmSAy9nTAkUwpA9sdSGvckix2FlUNVrr2C8LYxWXfREFoRjWrqndg2l4APx5eLatPCFCg33tjFjT8hzo22Xom4kWO9dZuzVXF9WSuSktKyP9j3xnXeBQeYji_uGKpXliOfQ6umTG3GntmDVd4BL3tF_c-SFc-COd7cs/s936/Gynoid%20(akril%20na%20kartonu;%2050%20x%2050%20cm)%20Autor%20Nadica%20Jani%C4%87.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="936" data-original-width="936" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiajo7sW8ZE9CfNMKhq_NiUh7v9EmSAy9nTAkUwpA9sdSGvckix2FlUNVrr2C8LYxWXfREFoRjWrqndg2l4APx5eLatPCFCg33tjFjT8hzo22Xom4kWO9dZuzVXF9WSuSktKyP9j3xnXeBQeYji_uGKpXliOfQ6umTG3GntmDVd4BL3tF_c-SFc-COd7cs/s320/Gynoid%20(akril%20na%20kartonu;%2050%20x%2050%20cm)%20Autor%20Nadica%20Jani%C4%87.jpg" width="320" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-size: x-small; font-weight: bold;"><i>"Gynoid"</i></span><br /><span style="font-size: x-small; font-weight: bold;"><i>(akril na kartonu; 50 x 50 cm)</i></span><br /><span style="font-size: x-small; font-weight: bold;"><i>Autor: Nadica Janić</i></span><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>Čovek danas je otelotvorenje taštine Zlog. Misli mali čovek da je i sveopšte znanje u čestici Svemoćnog Uma (veštačka inteligencija) njegovo delo. Ne! Sabirao je Čovek znanje vekovima. Beležio, taložio... i zloupotrebljavao. A kukao: "Spasi nas Bože!". </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>Sva otkrića, svo znanje, sva umetnost je blagodat Boga. Neki ljudi, samo od Njega prepoznati, su instrumenti Njegovog dara čovečanstvu - nadahnuća, dara za spasenje.</span></div><span><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Kroz ljubav, dobrotu i kreativnost<br /> "Lepota će spasiti svet"<br />jer<br />po liku Božjem smo.<br /><br />OTVORI SE!<br />Pronikni u sebe.<br />Iskra Boga je u tebi.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Nadica Janić<br /></i><span style="text-align: center;"> </span></div></div></span></div><p></p><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" referrerpolicy="strict-origin-when-cross-origin" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/QwxYiVXYyVs?si=jHbGkMXth2OCO5k7" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe><div><br /></div>anima.arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802019588966503236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880902438427575311.post-71334686153368802702025-05-19T10:00:00.000+02:002025-05-19T20:43:02.862+02:00DAN OSMI<br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif;">Stvori Bog Nebo i Zemlju i sve živo na njoj. Šest dana Postanja. Sedmi dan je namenio Čoveku da se odmori, posveti spokoju i duhovnosti. Stvorivši Čoveka po svom liku odredi mu dan za stvaranje - Dan Osmi. I bi tako! </span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Na predodređenom Putu Postojanja</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">pojavi si ponekad Iskra i Spirala se pokrene.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Savršeni trenutak Čovekovog Stvaranja.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhEHagfbU8itUDnIAI6bAFfcsyfylmcw1JedIuAW91Nyols4A6DTBXoitpq1JMgZUXtgkoWAvH2C8Ww031VScSP82ztV9I-UCIKInJTCGJRRvZT-ZVyKBD1qGXtsKCzI2RT8SzFgictuD_71YOcFlEs2kusqEGi7if9KacFHp-lGMX4PHhjHVDTlzDlNFn/s509/Diptih%20-%20Otisak%20u%20vremenu%20Autor%20Nadica%20Jani%C4%87.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="509" data-original-width="370" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhEHagfbU8itUDnIAI6bAFfcsyfylmcw1JedIuAW91Nyols4A6DTBXoitpq1JMgZUXtgkoWAvH2C8Ww031VScSP82ztV9I-UCIKInJTCGJRRvZT-ZVyKBD1qGXtsKCzI2RT8SzFgictuD_71YOcFlEs2kusqEGi7if9KacFHp-lGMX4PHhjHVDTlzDlNFn/s320/Diptih%20-%20Otisak%20u%20vremenu%20Autor%20Nadica%20Jani%C4%87.JPG" width="233" /></a></div><br /><span><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><i><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;">"Otisak u vremenu"</span></i></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><i><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Diptih (13 x 18 cm) x 2 </span><br style="font-weight: bold;" /><span style="font-weight: bold;">(mixed media</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">: glina, akril, pesak na lesonitu)</span></span></i></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><i><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;">Autor: Nadica Janić<br /></span><br /><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBtRvJP8p3ktZ_-biicDNz7A3ApUG5zCEzLEooaHOjDaNl5seC1ZIms1Dy1E80EH5UIeqGFWmlt7AW7GAJ9NiBrJh2gGcEPwrdQAYKCR1JgYr6sxiPeVFmefv9DoacI_86liRnGjDBkOWbBXFBQlb7iEoK53bNnIvkDFKPQvH3e-oMfRwBnfdLYvpwGjBQ/s580/Otisak%20u%20vremenu%20(1)%20Autor%20Nadica%20Jani%C4%87.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="413" data-original-width="580" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBtRvJP8p3ktZ_-biicDNz7A3ApUG5zCEzLEooaHOjDaNl5seC1ZIms1Dy1E80EH5UIeqGFWmlt7AW7GAJ9NiBrJh2gGcEPwrdQAYKCR1JgYr6sxiPeVFmefv9DoacI_86liRnGjDBkOWbBXFBQlb7iEoK53bNnIvkDFKPQvH3e-oMfRwBnfdLYvpwGjBQ/w320-h228/Otisak%20u%20vremenu%20(1)%20Autor%20Nadica%20Jani%C4%87.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /></i></div><div style="background-color: white;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizaxd9xrvkKQ7CLYl1SA8XpzJ9hTGD6Z0FGDi5rywzGB5Ytx1SHXyO1C6L80pZK911H5UncEig1IM5qldi1NoiLCRy3XNcUuXwwZSR1Sn5kv4A49bz7oFnawDy-cs5pdqHleCi3SWkaP57esNssBs5ifM8ZyaoL9t5sBVMpJhKes71Ra_BgPz5IUJMt9Yw/s604/Otisak%20u%20vremenu%20(2)%20Autor%20Nadica%20Jani%C4%87.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="430" data-original-width="604" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizaxd9xrvkKQ7CLYl1SA8XpzJ9hTGD6Z0FGDi5rywzGB5Ytx1SHXyO1C6L80pZK911H5UncEig1IM5qldi1NoiLCRy3XNcUuXwwZSR1Sn5kv4A49bz7oFnawDy-cs5pdqHleCi3SWkaP57esNssBs5ifM8ZyaoL9t5sBVMpJhKes71Ra_BgPz5IUJMt9Yw/s320/Otisak%20u%20vremenu%20(2)%20Autor%20Nadica%20Jani%C4%87.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Priredila:</span></b><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;"> </span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: inherit;">Nadica Janić </span></div></span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><br /></span></span></span></div></span></div><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" referrerpolicy="strict-origin-when-cross-origin" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/tJSECaIO0E0?si=u1f6OaxOWLJxfOsH" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe><div><br /></div>anima.arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802019588966503236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7880902438427575311.post-5119797871429492682025-05-09T18:00:00.000+02:002025-05-09T21:55:00.104+02:00MOLITVA<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8KsTesFVDrsMfcxzEHw1LSdAgmvv18_RvT3gR9U0RwP0vKzI5MeLk1MuKqi6x5YI_eOnBVFtAhoOdJ_u8yT0PbQcKJ30ietXacatNYPP7taXvwMDhJ17nJeLNOtneLXI5W6d4qpD61NyUTtW-fC-a4Y_R63o0n8S29aj4Y-H4mV_epD-q7ejy3Cliu5pY/s638/L%206.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="370" data-original-width="638" height="186" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8KsTesFVDrsMfcxzEHw1LSdAgmvv18_RvT3gR9U0RwP0vKzI5MeLk1MuKqi6x5YI_eOnBVFtAhoOdJ_u8yT0PbQcKJ30ietXacatNYPP7taXvwMDhJ17nJeLNOtneLXI5W6d4qpD61NyUTtW-fC-a4Y_R63o0n8S29aj4Y-H4mV_epD-q7ejy3Cliu5pY/w320-h186/L%206.JPG" width="320" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><i>"Slobodna"<br />Foto: Nadica Janić</i></b></span></div><span><i style="font-size: small; font-weight: bold;"> </i><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Kao prica na žici,</div></span><div style="text-align: center;">oslobođena od prizemnog sveta,</div><div style="text-align: center;">s pogledom u Nazad <br />molim za oproštaj.<br /><br />Kao ptica na žici<br />sa malenim srcem i toplim krilom,<br />s pogledom u Napred<br />molim za zagrljaj.<br /><br />Kao ptica na žici<br />na granici između Dole i Gore<br />s pogledom u nebo<br />molim za Večnost.<br /><br /><i>Nadica Janić </i><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div> <iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/uo5RIDb5AZY?si=2UKYXRx08G4njQYf" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe><br /><br />anima.arthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16802019588966503236noreply@blogger.com0