Scientific aspects about the origin of H. Fon Karayan
I remember the year 1980 and manifestation “Struška muzička esen”, when Zdravko Blažeković – young Croatian musicologist surprised the audience [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:24:04+00:00 August 1st, 1998|Categories: Reviews, Blesok no. 04, Sound|0 Comments
I remember the year 1980 and manifestation “Struška muzička esen”, when Zdravko Blažeković – young Croatian musicologist surprised the audience [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:24:04+00:00 August 1st, 1998|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 04|0 Comments
A cat on the roof and two yellow tom cats. A love problem!
admin 2018-08-21T17:24:03+00:00 August 1st, 1998|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 04|0 Comments
Translated by: Petar VolnarovskiYou beg him, the only one at God's, for a rib of your own. You beg him, [...]
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Two armies are facing each other neither yields Each soldier on one side grips a crescent moon the others have [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:24:03+00:00 August 1st, 1998|Categories: Prose, Blesok no. 04, Literature|0 Comments
The rabbi was my fault, that's definite, it was me insisting that it should be a young man, it was [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:24:03+00:00 August 1st, 1998|Categories: Prose, Blesok no. 04, Literature|0 Comments
Dear Dimitrie, At last. You probably didn't expect me to write to you immediately after I left, but you can't [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:24:03+00:00 August 1st, 1998|Categories: Essays, Blesok no. 04, Literature|0 Comments
- Resolving the mystery Carlos Castaneda -In the consistent writing the title should be a substratum of the idea and [...]
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1. The basic methodology standpoint from which this text grew from, is the semiotic-typology approach of the Tartu semiotic school, [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:24:04+00:00 June 1st, 1998|Categories: Prose, Blesok no. 03, Literature|0 Comments
I was worming her body with my own. She was cold. Of course. Every dead person is cold… I was [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:24:04+00:00 June 1st, 1998|Categories: Prose, Blesok no. 03, Literature|0 Comments
That night the bed would not receive Isaac for rest. It rejected him from under the covers, and the next [...]