tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44604931308221799002012-05-10T17:53:38.155+02:00Gedichten hier gepubliceerd zijn NIET automatisch een weerspiegeling van mijn gevoelsleven. Ik schrijf gedichten, geen dagboek.Milena Stojanovichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03335778061154377056noreply@blogger.comBlogger110125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460493130822179900.post-2273834955123600062012-04-22T09:59:00.000+02:002012-04-22T09:59:56.509+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DcFMhHM19LA/T5O6I_wX4XI/AAAAAAAAAQk/UZqrE-vSDNs/s1600/17470_6513.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DcFMhHM19LA/T5O6I_wX4XI/AAAAAAAAAQk/UZqrE-vSDNs/s320/17470_6513.jpg" /></a></div> <BR> <BR><center>flikkerend licht <BR>laat de duisternis verschijnen en verdwijnen <BR>angstige ogen zoeken <BR>herkenningspunten <BR>oriëntatie <BR>in een wisselende wereld <BR>houden vast aan oplichtende bekendheid <BR>en maken de duistere onwetendheid zich eigen <BR>als het licht volledig dooft <BR>en de duisternis langzaam minder donker lijkt te worden <BR>blijkt het verschil van dag en nacht marginaal <BR> <BR> <BR></center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460493130822179900-227383495512360006?l=milenastojanovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Stojanovichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03335778061154377056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460493130822179900.post-71425247816978308712012-04-10T11:28:00.001+02:002012-04-10T11:28:35.228+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0LILA1T_zX8/T4P88BFck2I/AAAAAAAAAQY/Qdkjdi9FYmY/s1600/1025373_79819507.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0LILA1T_zX8/T4P88BFck2I/AAAAAAAAAQY/Qdkjdi9FYmY/s320/1025373_79819507.jpg" /></a></div> <br> <br><center>twee tijdlijnen <br>elementair verstrengeld <br>wat was <br>wat is <br>wat nog zal komen <br>ooit zo chronologisch afgebeeld <br>in overzichtelijke resultaten <br>nu een wirwar van gebeurtenissen <br>met elk hun eigen verhaal <br>diffractie als automatisme <br>los van elkaar <br>verloren <br>in het niets <br> <br> <br></center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460493130822179900-7142524781697830871?l=milenastojanovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Stojanovichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03335778061154377056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460493130822179900.post-77520652104408708652012-04-06T23:26:00.000+02:002012-04-06T23:26:35.425+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BQ1vJ0h1K6k/T39fWIrTZBI/AAAAAAAAAQM/jMR1tL2cJ78/s1600/414340_3534.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BQ1vJ0h1K6k/T39fWIrTZBI/AAAAAAAAAQM/jMR1tL2cJ78/s320/414340_3534.jpg" /></a></div> <BR> <BR><center>verstopt <BR>als een klein kind <BR>verborgen <BR>onder lappen en dekens <BR>om de werkelijkheid <BR>niet te hoeven laten zien <BR> <BR>zou de ware aard verschijnen <BR>wanneer de lagen zijn gepeld <BR> <BR>Als een ui <BR> ontdaan van rokken <BR>een zoektocht <BR>door het uiterlijk vertoon <BR>eindigend <BR>bij een hoopje mens <BR>verdekt opgesteld <BR>onder een gebloemd carnavalsgordijn <BR> <BR> <BR></center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460493130822179900-7752065210440870865?l=milenastojanovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Stojanovichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03335778061154377056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460493130822179900.post-11309583018324010062012-04-05T22:50:00.003+02:002012-04-05T22:50:54.092+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_aQyK-aG1PA/T34FeOWSWjI/AAAAAAAAAQA/1A9-RY5x014/s1600/1104885_76761838.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_aQyK-aG1PA/T34FeOWSWjI/AAAAAAAAAQA/1A9-RY5x014/s320/1104885_76761838.jpg" /></a></div> <center> <BR> <BR>het druppelt <BR>het druilt <BR>een gestage regenbui <BR>verplaatst zich <BR>van hemel naar aarde <BR>net als de regen lijkt te gaan stoppen <BR>loopt de emmer over <BR> <BR> <BR> <BR></center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460493130822179900-1130958301832401006?l=milenastojanovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Stojanovichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03335778061154377056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460493130822179900.post-82247411690862394642012-04-04T13:04:00.000+02:002012-04-04T13:04:31.777+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WuEghwgkaos/T3wqjjOvoQI/AAAAAAAAAP0/U0q5BZJ0zgk/s1600/1168875_10669682.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="316" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WuEghwgkaos/T3wqjjOvoQI/AAAAAAAAAP0/U0q5BZJ0zgk/s320/1168875_10669682.jpg" /></a></div> <center> <BR> <BR>perfecte ronding <BR>oneindig afspelend in mijn hoofd <BR>mijn lichaam kan niet anders <BR>dan alleen <BR>hiermee bezig zijn <BR> <BR>Kromme gedachten <BR>tesamen <BR>een prachtige cirkel <BR> <BR>ik voel me vicieus <BR> <BR> <BR></center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460493130822179900-8224741169086239464?l=milenastojanovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Stojanovichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03335778061154377056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460493130822179900.post-79923348235743035712012-04-03T11:39:00.000+02:002012-04-03T11:39:07.405+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O1r0avo0W40/T3rE2GhK2QI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Fo5EmNMiADo/s1600/1237681_39859533.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O1r0avo0W40/T3rE2GhK2QI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Fo5EmNMiADo/s320/1237681_39859533.jpg" /></a></div> <BR> <BR><center>gedroomde toekomst <BR>alles <BR>wat je hart begeert <BR>je geest beweert <BR>alles <BR>tot het moment <BR>dat het wakend oog <BR>je wakker schudt <BR>en je weet <BR>alles <BR><BR>behalve de werkelijkheid <BR> <BR> <BR></center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460493130822179900-7992334823574303571?l=milenastojanovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Stojanovichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03335778061154377056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460493130822179900.post-82350287216019621832012-04-01T09:41:00.000+02:002012-04-01T09:44:40.487+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BJGFKIs16sk/T3gGUkBVtdI/AAAAAAAAAPc/5Xu_SrKt924/s1600/mona.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BJGFKIs16sk/T3gGUkBVtdI/AAAAAAAAAPc/5Xu_SrKt924/s320/mona.jpg" /></a></div> <BR> <BR><center>rommelend <BR>grommend <BR>de eigen werkelijkheid <BR> aangedikt <BR>een eenzame glimlach breekt door <BR>laat zien dat de zwarte humor <BR>ook een vorm van verwerking is <BR> <BR>grappig dat grollen vaak grappiger zijn <BR> <BR> <BR></center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460493130822179900-8235028721601962183?l=milenastojanovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Stojanovichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03335778061154377056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460493130822179900.post-12619029911600587732012-03-30T11:04:00.000+02:002012-03-30T11:04:17.091+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NtZGiWyU45I/T3V25BIwlEI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/-ZpXEn-KXBw/s1600/1026752_59379189.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="235" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NtZGiWyU45I/T3V25BIwlEI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/-ZpXEn-KXBw/s320/1026752_59379189.jpg" /></a></div> <center> <BR> <BR>In de knoop <BR>wirwar <BR>van kluwen <BR>emoties nooit ontrafeld <BR>zolang we beiden <BR>aan het langste eind <BR>blijven trekken <BR> <BR> <BR></center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460493130822179900-1261902991160058773?l=milenastojanovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Stojanovichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03335778061154377056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460493130822179900.post-75523457427726366082012-03-28T17:20:00.001+02:002012-03-28T17:20:45.263+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kfngqzdX0jQ/T3MsMuPYBvI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ThHwS8j00A0/s1600/sun.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kfngqzdX0jQ/T3MsMuPYBvI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ThHwS8j00A0/s320/sun.jpg" /></a></div> <BR> <BR> <center>hartverwarmend <BR>zielomarmend <BR>energie gevend <BR>liefdevol belevend <BR>zon <BR>je maakt het leven mooi <BR> <BR> <BR></center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460493130822179900-7552345742772636608?l=milenastojanovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Stojanovichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03335778061154377056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460493130822179900.post-32931183699926219782012-03-26T23:14:00.000+02:002012-03-26T23:14:14.586+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRiL3sObD80/T3DcEAIkKXI/AAAAAAAAAO4/vmLvSQ0hwCg/s1600/magisch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="214" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MRiL3sObD80/T3DcEAIkKXI/AAAAAAAAAO4/vmLvSQ0hwCg/s320/magisch.jpg" /></a></div> <BR> <BR><center>moeilijk te beteugelen <BR>wat er is <BR>wat er komt <BR>zou hetgeen op je netvlies <BR>daadwerkelijk de <BR>waarheid zijn? <BR></center> <BR> <BR><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460493130822179900-3293118369992621978?l=milenastojanovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Stojanovichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03335778061154377056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460493130822179900.post-27527978876243538682012-03-23T13:01:00.000+01:002012-03-23T13:01:16.213+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m2okHTkb6uA/T2xl_0AgM9I/AAAAAAAAAOs/--PO0SvQs7c/s1600/brug.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="214" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m2okHTkb6uA/T2xl_0AgM9I/AAAAAAAAAOs/--PO0SvQs7c/s320/brug.jpg" /></a></div> <BR> <BR><center>tuimelend <BR>gedachten vallen <BR>over elkaar <BR>door elkaar <BR>uiteindelijk <BR>in elkaar <BR>een groot breiwerk <BR>van kleine zekerheden <BR>maakt een brug <BR>naar de toekomst <BR> <BR> <BR> </center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460493130822179900-2752797887624353868?l=milenastojanovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Stojanovichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03335778061154377056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460493130822179900.post-30945651517337008282012-03-21T21:19:00.001+01:002012-03-21T21:19:40.364+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NbZvPNdf7lg/T2o3wPeMu0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/-A8QsdhohF8/s1600/vlinder.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="214" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NbZvPNdf7lg/T2o3wPeMu0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/-A8QsdhohF8/s320/vlinder.jpg" /></a></div> <center> <BR> <BR>In gedachten niet veranderd <BR>In gevoel geen enkel verschil <BR>Verworden <BR>tot wat je nooit ben geweest <BR>'Wie ben ik?' <BR>Dacht de rups <BR>toen hij zijn vleugels uitsloeg <BR> <BR> <BR></center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460493130822179900-3094565151733700828?l=milenastojanovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Stojanovichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03335778061154377056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460493130822179900.post-68785830062450478862012-03-20T16:24:00.002+01:002012-03-20T16:24:08.862+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v0I_-PwNPxs/T2ig824Rk8I/AAAAAAAAAOU/lUJdlPzG4O4/s1600/deur.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v0I_-PwNPxs/T2ig824Rk8I/AAAAAAAAAOU/lUJdlPzG4O4/s320/deur.jpg" /></a></div> <center> <BR> <BR>In te grote kleren <BR>sleep ik mij <BR>op broekspijpen <BR>door de gang <BR>twijfelend welke deur <BR>de juiste weg zal wijzen <BR>Als het wikken <BR>en wegen <BR>een uitkomst biedt <BR>kan ik alles <BR>behalve bij de deurkruk<BR> <BR> <BR></center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460493130822179900-6878583006245047886?l=milenastojanovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Stojanovichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03335778061154377056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460493130822179900.post-73676895651199442572012-03-19T21:55:00.000+01:002012-03-19T21:55:06.307+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PEKAOVAmweI/T2edDIE70II/AAAAAAAAAOI/zPQ3tOd8Wko/s1600/spring.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PEKAOVAmweI/T2edDIE70II/AAAAAAAAAOI/zPQ3tOd8Wko/s320/spring.jpg" /></a></div> <center><br><br>Kleine momenten <br>tastbaar <br>plukbaar <br>als de ontluikende lente <br>verscholen onder <br>een dor <br>bladerdek <br><br><br></center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460493130822179900-7367689565119944257?l=milenastojanovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Stojanovichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03335778061154377056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460493130822179900.post-61625535084470380062012-03-18T21:28:00.002+01:002012-03-18T21:28:51.015+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hcEJIuL7OyA/T2ZFQuTOw0I/AAAAAAAAAN8/xk5tDZnyKIo/s1600/farm.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="254" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hcEJIuL7OyA/T2ZFQuTOw0I/AAAAAAAAAN8/xk5tDZnyKIo/s320/farm.JPG" /></a></div> <BR><BR><center>kloppend<BR>mijn slapen <BR>mijn hart <BR>de gebeurtenissen <BR>het klopt <BR><BR><BR></center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460493130822179900-6162553508447038006?l=milenastojanovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Stojanovichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03335778061154377056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460493130822179900.post-43140043268586925432012-03-17T21:17:00.001+01:002012-03-17T21:17:17.236+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jwe5-zWaTNM/T2TxMWoc1iI/AAAAAAAAANw/0U7ASSZBhps/s1600/wachten.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jwe5-zWaTNM/T2TxMWoc1iI/AAAAAAAAANw/0U7ASSZBhps/s320/wachten.jpg" /></a></div> <center><BR><BR>Afwachtend <BR>in een <BR>wachtruimte <BR>vol wachtende <BR>mensen <BR>die wachten <BR>op wat komen gaat <BR><BR></center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460493130822179900-4314004326858692543?l=milenastojanovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Stojanovichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03335778061154377056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460493130822179900.post-36747730896142162552012-03-16T23:03:00.001+01:002012-03-16T23:04:33.102+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tqjiwgDOkBY/T2O4lvKHX0I/AAAAAAAAANk/VsagbhQAJxk/s1600/eye.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tqjiwgDOkBY/T2O4lvKHX0I/AAAAAAAAANk/VsagbhQAJxk/s320/eye.jpg" /></a></div> <center><BR><BR>Zien is geloven <BR>en dat terwijl <BR>je met je ogen <BR>dicht <BR>vaak zoveel meer <BR>op je netvlies krijgt <BR><BR></center><BR><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460493130822179900-3674773089614216255?l=milenastojanovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Stojanovichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03335778061154377056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460493130822179900.post-44817223282059673062012-03-15T20:41:00.001+01:002012-03-15T20:41:49.970+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-djNUXsevn-I/T2JFyNeBI-I/AAAAAAAAANY/KtyLvHB-8cM/s1600/time.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="230" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-djNUXsevn-I/T2JFyNeBI-I/AAAAAAAAANY/KtyLvHB-8cM/s320/time.jpg" /></a></div> <center><BR><BR>Daar waar de tijd <BR>in een constant tempo <BR>lijkt te verstrijken <BR>geeft hollen <BR>of stilstaan <BR>een vertekend beeld <BR><BR></center><BR><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460493130822179900-4481722328205967306?l=milenastojanovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Stojanovichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03335778061154377056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460493130822179900.post-58134100390704564412012-03-14T09:07:00.001+01:002012-03-14T09:07:59.372+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rd6V1Y5MivA/T2BRp97MlNI/AAAAAAAAANM/aqxIXP6K3ew/s1600/aaa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rd6V1Y5MivA/T2BRp97MlNI/AAAAAAAAANM/aqxIXP6K3ew/s320/aaa.jpg" /></a></div> <BR><BR><CENTER>Afscheid<BR>zoals deze<BR>nog nooit is genomen<BR>Zwaaien<BR>om het hardst<BR>Naar een oude vriend<BR>op een<BR>gepasseerd station<BR><BR><BR></CENTER><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460493130822179900-5813410039070456441?l=milenastojanovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Stojanovichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03335778061154377056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460493130822179900.post-91319057071601348152012-03-13T17:16:00.001+01:002012-03-13T17:16:55.041+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7393G2xDnVk/T19y4cPqQqI/AAAAAAAAANA/3YiccMN7amk/s1600/1129476_37727163.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="242" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7393G2xDnVk/T19y4cPqQqI/AAAAAAAAANA/3YiccMN7amk/s320/1129476_37727163.jpg" /></a></div> <BR><BR><center>Stromend<BR>in mijn nek<BR>spoelt de regen<BR>een last<BR>van mijn schouders<BR><BR><BR></center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460493130822179900-9131905707160134815?l=milenastojanovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Stojanovichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03335778061154377056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460493130822179900.post-11697701289685861532012-03-12T21:58:00.000+01:002012-03-12T21:58:07.373+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3A1K6BlY1h4/T15jFu3rT7I/AAAAAAAAAM0/fb-JZQQ69pw/s1600/938467_84469631.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="205" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3A1K6BlY1h4/T15jFu3rT7I/AAAAAAAAAM0/fb-JZQQ69pw/s320/938467_84469631.jpg" /></a></div> <BR><BR><CENTER> Tweedeling in de hersenpan<BR>Een optelsom van minus en malus<BR>als waar je al tijden op rekende<BR>niet komt op het ingecalculeerde moment<BR><BR></center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460493130822179900-1169770128968586153?l=milenastojanovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Stojanovichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03335778061154377056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460493130822179900.post-34622182116076443022012-03-11T22:55:00.001+01:002012-03-11T22:58:28.838+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HTDJTi1A1ls/T10fT-XXXmI/AAAAAAAAAMo/kH0sc7T6GJ4/s1600/pearl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HTDJTi1A1ls/T10fT-XXXmI/AAAAAAAAAMo/kH0sc7T6GJ4/s320/pearl.jpg" /></a></div> <center><BR><BR>Zonlicht<BR>op de kleinste parel<BR>maakt de glinstering<BR>zichtbaar<BR>De verandering <BR>opmerkelijk<BR>verwachtingsvol<BR>een regenboog vol mogelijkheden<BR></center><BR><BR><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460493130822179900-3462218211607644302?l=milenastojanovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Stojanovichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03335778061154377056noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460493130822179900.post-13922083207699416382012-03-08T22:09:00.000+01:002012-03-08T22:10:49.503+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P2zhFyPYbdY/T1kfftTmP7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/LNRqKciM10Q/s1600/crazy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="284" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P2zhFyPYbdY/T1kfftTmP7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/LNRqKciM10Q/s320/crazy.jpg" /></a></div> <BR><BR><center>Als na enige aarzeling<BR>Een weifelende lach doorbreekt<BR>Is de eeuwige twijfelaar<BR>Ambivalent blij<BR><BR><BR></center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460493130822179900-1392208320769941638?l=milenastojanovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Stojanovichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03335778061154377056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460493130822179900.post-52864709861971635652012-03-07T12:21:00.000+01:002012-03-07T12:21:02.863+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w9rRI_FtBaM/T1dEbHVlppI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/GHBhzVcb_zE/s1600/circle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="226" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w9rRI_FtBaM/T1dEbHVlppI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/GHBhzVcb_zE/s320/circle.jpg" /></a></div> <BR><BR><center>hoor de oorverdovende stilte<BR>voel de beklemmende leegte<BR>zie de eindeloze eindigheid<BR>en vul vervolgens je hart<BR>met de echo van het nu<BR><BR><BR></center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460493130822179900-5286470986197163565?l=milenastojanovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Stojanovichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03335778061154377056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4460493130822179900.post-69723247326327651722012-03-06T17:19:00.000+01:002012-03-06T17:19:15.921+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-djBP6scpv1g/T1Y45zW7IBI/AAAAAAAAAME/HRK2qHgz31U/s1600/dageraad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="214" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-djBP6scpv1g/T1Y45zW7IBI/AAAAAAAAAME/HRK2qHgz31U/s320/dageraad.jpg" /></a></div> <center><BR><BR>Nachtelijk pareltjes<BR>zweet<BR>verdampend<BR>in de morgenzon<BR>De dageraad<BR>komt steeds vroeger<BR><BR></center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4460493130822179900-6972324732632765172?l=milenastojanovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Milena Stojanovichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03335778061154377056noreply@blogger.com0