Have you been, my young brethren,

Have you ever been to a graveyard,

To a large graveyard?

– Well, we are always in a graveyard.

The earth we walk on is a graveyard;

The water we sail on is a graveyard;

Yards and gardens are graveyards;

Hills and valleys are graveyards,

Each foot

Grave next to grave.

The monument of all times is a graveyard;

The books we read are a graveyard;

The history book of all lands,

Of the olden emperors, kings,

And the obituary of higher images

Of the chosen ones, of martyrs,

From as far back as memory goes;

It’s all a graveyard –

But a cradle too.

There is no name and no number

For all the stars high above,

And even less can there be number and remembrance

For the graves in the dear earth!

Millions were swallowed by darkness,

The pitch darkness of many a millennium,

Nobody remembers them still,

But a candle always burns for some of them.

It is either a candle, or the name is bright,

Or the deeds are ever-burning,

So that they adorn with their rays

The rows of the endless cemetery.

These graves,

Old, new,

They shine

For every generation –

When minds get engrossed in the past

For them not to get lost in the darkness;

When you plunge into the holy ancient times,

Both holy and cursed ancient times,

For your thought not to get you off your way.

They are harbinger fires,

Which reach from distant eons

In that long procession –

Shining a light for one another

With a stream which flows forth,

Striving toward a single goal, –

And so the bright beams

And so the bright traces

Of a single spirit of various ages,

A spirit which has no grave.

– It merely chucks the bones into the grave,

Shakes off the ashes which impede it.

For a faster progress, higher flight

Toward an elevated future.

He who turns around to look

With a clear eye and sight

At these bright graves,

History books in a long succession,

He must hear how,

Through centuries, through mist,

Grandfather to grandson, father to son,

Warrior to warrior

Loudly cried:

‘Where I stopped – you will go!’

‘What I couldn’t – you will do!’

‘Where I couldn’t – you’ll arrive!’

‘Whatever we owe – you pay it off!’

These are the words, these are the voices,

Which adorn the past,

Which penetrate through the world of darkness

From those shining graves,

Binding with a thunderous roar

And with a divine force,

Binding centuries together

And binding man with man.

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Sofie from Seattle bought my heart straight away. Mellow tunes, guitars, strange instruments, beautiful voices. I melted, I listened carefully to find all the thin layers of emotions in their words, my eyes were wet, I smiled and I closed my eyes. That's what music does to you. It makes you feel something, just like a particular perfume that brings subtle memories.

I generally believe that our food could have munch better quality only if we would demand that. We are the customers and we CAN demand that. We can ask for meat with less male hormones and fruit with less female hormones and veggies with less pesticides and we can organize protest against all the "E"s in out food, but we simply don't have time for that... It's not that we don't care - we don't have time for that.

And that's sad. Because we are what we eat. And we are not getting any younger. We need to balance our meals. We need to eat healthy things. We need to be more aware what is in our food, what exactly we are consuming.

Green one is the good "cop", red one is the bad "cop". The green one is saying to the red one that they should go and continue informing people about the "good" food and "bad" food by scanning the bar codes.

There is a lovely french application, called Kwalito. You go to the supermarket, and scan the barcode of the chosen product. BAM! - Kwalito informs you what allergens that chosen product has. It also informs you what else is inside - eggs, emulgators, traces of nuts.... It is great for you if you are vegan or vegetarian. It is great for you if you are gluten or lactose intolerant. It is great for you if you care about your health. And also it is free! (in French, but free)

"But stop eating candies - they are full of artificial colors!"

One day, Aleksandra, one of the two master minds behind the whole project, asked me to do a small drawing every week for the Kwalito. She told me the story why they started the whole project and why they designed the whole application. I listened to her and said "YES" straight away. Since May, I am spending my Thursday with two funny, and well informed gentlemen (in the drawings). We call them les Kwalutins. I am drawing their stories and places they visited. Often, very often, they remind me how easy it is to choose healthy food. And often they remind me that I don't do that. Now, we have no excuses - healthy food search (or the search for food that suits you) just got easier... At least in France ;)

Green one: "There's nothing better that the fresh fish" Red one: "You can also find it in the supermarket and cut in the fish fingers"

When I was born, Slovenia was the part of the country where I was born. Later it became a separate country. It was once on our way to the mountains somewhere in Austria. We stopped in the capital, Ljubljana, but just for a drink.

There is a song that starts playing in my head every time somebody says July. I heard it for the first time few months ago. On a cold day and July was far away. Sofie from Seattle sounded mellow and soft. And vibrating. I was yearning for warms days.
Now, when I am melting under the AC, Sofie from Seattle sounds refreshing. And mellow and soft.

Few years ago I was walking around, taking photos and enjoying in the serendipity on the road. Somehow I realized I gathered so many drawings and illustration that it was time for me to put them on a world wide web. And that's how all of it started. I started drawing more and more. Drawing became an important part of daily routine.

I also bought new phone somewhere in the late 2013. I stopped carrying my favorite camera around. I would take a photo and post in on instagram. BAM. Few lines. Few hashtags. That's all. Few weeks ago, I was going through my accounts and I realized how many things I gathered here, on this blog. How many memories, how many feelings. And I decided to revive it. I decided to make this blog my think-tank again. And also a recorder of the things happening.



Second thing why I decided to revive this blog was because I finished the project called #100daysofparis. I put illustrations of my Parisian adventures for 100 days every day on instagram. I made a website out of it. It made my heart beat, and it made my heart sink. It made me happy and it made me melancholic. And it made me overwhelmed. Now, those 100 days are gone. Life is a fast lane. We need to record our progress. Or we just to need to capture our stories on a page. So we can laugh about it now and we can laugh about it later. I will share here some of those catches. Some of those magic moments.

Here are my fav drawings from #100daysofparis. Every drawing has a story so be sure to click on the number under it in order to read it.