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strašna misao naša

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Woosh

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/

let my body decay, let it crumble and fade,

but let the idea of a free future remain unfrayed.

let the spirit of desire and life-giving art thrive.

I’ll give my life for a world of happiness and love, alive.

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Nam June Paik: Watchdog (1997)

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letio sam; krv mi lije niz stopala.

„letio sam”, govorim ja koji sam sutra.

i ako nemam gdje, to je jedino što mogu

jer letjeti se može i unazad.

nedostaju mi noći davnog djetinjstva,

i zrak pun jednog mirisa.

nedostaje mi pogled pun ubistva,

i oblik poznatog i dragog mi lica.

ako ipak odlučim da skitam,

međ' tihim prošlim razgovorima,

čežnja će roditi tugu, a krv suzu

i plakaću glasno o dragim mi bićima.

letio sam i letiću danima.

nedostaju mi mnogi i svašta.

ako ipak pomislim da skitam,

zaustaviće me moja draga, podcijenjena mašta.

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Jean-Michel Basquiat photographed by Roland Hagenberg in his Crosby Street studio. 1983

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H2O [1929]

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Unknown

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untitled by  Loic Bourgeois

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16. novembar 2021.

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Jean-Michel Basquiat standing next to his installation at Area nightclub in New York City, May 1985.

Photo by Bethany Jacobson

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Martyrs Statues in Milan’s Gothic Cathedral, Italu.

Photography artist: Leone M Jennarelli

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