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Umetnički Kult- Neograničena Fantazija!

Almsivi

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Treba nešto poduzeti. :rolleyes: . Ideja mi je da se ovde iznose fazntstične virtualne doživljaje.

Znači. Omiljene muzike iz igrica (posebno iz Elder Scrolls-a)
Fantastične screen-shot-ove. I kultnu likovnost. I kultnu fantaziju.
Likovi, osobine, efekti, trenutci, ideje, radosti- sve iz virtuelnog sveta!

Sve virtualno umetnički. Poeziju iz virtualnog sveta. Umetnost iz virtualnog sveta.

Ovde NEMA, i netrebaju dokaze, činjenice, ili istina. Ovde vlada mašta i sanjarenje. :)

Ovde doduše, zabranjeno je dokazivanje nečeg, zato što je sve realno. Ono što se iznese, treba da se prihvati
kao istinito, a na nivou mašte, ovde nismo u realnom svetu. Ovde smo u malom Matrixu.

Evo moje omiljene slikice iz Morrowinda. Ovaj poster imam zakačen u sobi u dimenzijama skoro 1 metar X 0,5 metra.



Uz ovu pesmicu, a ko razume neka razume. (Ni ja ne razumem poentu :) )

Words of the Wind

May I shrink to dust In your cold, wild Wastes,
And may my tongue speak Its last hymn to your winds.

I pray for the herder, that whistles to his guar at play.
I pray for the hunter, that stalks the white walkers.
I pray for the wise one, that seeks under the hill,
And the wife who wishes for one last touch of her dead child's hand.

I will not pray for that which I've lost when my heart springs forth from your soil, like a seed,
and blossoms anew beneath tomorrow's sun.
 

Almsivi

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Evo jos jedne pricice, o Alhemiji, meni je jako duhovita. :) . Samo se izvinjavam sto je na Engleski,
skoro ne moguce je prevesti nesto ovakvo na drugi jezik.

The Song of the Alchemists

When King Maraneon's alchemist had to leave his station
After a laboratory experiment that yielded detonation,
The word went out that the King did want
A new savant
To mix his potions and brews.
But he declared he would only choose
A fellow who knew the tricks and the tools.
The King refused to hire on more fools.

After much deliberation, discussions, and debates,
The King picked two well-learned candidates.
Ianthippus Minthurk and Umphatic Faer,
An ambitious pair,
Vied to prove which one was the best.
Said the King, “There will be a test.”
They went to a large chamber with herbs, gems, tomes,
Pots, measuring cups, all under high crystalline domes.

“Make me a tonic that will make me invisible,”
Laughed the King in a tone some would call risible.
So Umphatic Faer and Ianthippus Minthurk
Began to work,
Mincing herbs, mashing metal, refining strange oils,
Cautiously setting their cauldrons to burbling boils,
Each on his own, sending mixing bowls mixing,
Sometimes peeking to see what the other was fixing.

After they had worked for nearly three-quarters an hour,
Both Ianthippus Minthurk and Umphatic Faer
Winked at the other, certain he won.
Said King Maraneon,
“Now you must taste the potions you've wrought,
Take a spoon and sample it right from your pot.”
Minthurk vanished as his lips touched his brew,
But Faer tasted his and remained apparent in view.

“You think you mixed silver, blue diamonds, and yellow grass!”
The King laughed, “Look up, Faer, up to the ceiling glass.
The light falling makes the ingredients you choose
Quite different hues.”
“What do you get,” asked the floating voice, bold,
“Of a potion of red diamonds, blue grass, and gold?”
“By [Dwemer God],” said Faer, his face in a wince,
“I've made a potion to fortify my own intelligence.”
 

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The Angel


I Dreamt a Dream! what can it mean?
And that I was a maiden Queen:
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe, was ne'er beguil'd!

And I wept both night and day
And he wip'd my tears away
And I wept both day and night
And hid from him my hearts delight

So he took his wings and fled:
Then the morn blush'd rosy red:
I dried my tears & armed my fears,
With ten thousand shields and spears.

Soon my Angel came again;
I was arm'd, he came in vain:
For the time of youth was fled
And grey hairs were on my head.


William Blake
 

Almsivi

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Nisam vas tacno razumeo, underground, tavern??

Ooo, Snago, ovo ti je zakon. ;)
Where the head goes, the body will follow - if your mind can believe it, your body can achieve it!

Snago, ovde mozemo i o fantasticnim filmovima za razmisljanje. Ali da bude u okviru fantazije, tj bilo kakva iznesena
ideja i pogled je u redu. A sta je to Ajira? Jel to ona macka u Mages Guild-u? :)
 

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Muziku koju trenutno slusam 10 puta na dan.
I onda zasto sam vernik. ;)

Il Divo I Believe In You Lyrics

Verse 1

Lonely
The path you have chosen
A restless road
No turning back
One day you
Will find your light again
Don't you know
Don't let go
Be strong

Chorus

Follow your heart
Let your love lead through the darkness
Back to a place you once knew
I believe, I believe, I believe In you

Follow your dreams
Be yourself, an angel of kindness
There's nothing that you can not do
I believe, I believe, I believe In you.

Celine Dion

Tout seul
Tu t'en iras tout seul
Coeur ouvert
A L'univers
Poursuis ta quête
Sans regarder derrière
N'attends pas
Que le jour
Se leve

Suis ton etoile
Va jusqu'où ton reve t'emporte
Un jour tu le toucheras
Si tu crois si tu crois si tu crois
En toi
Suis la lumière
N'éteins pas la flamme que tu portes
Au fonds de toi souviens-toi
Que je crois que je crois que je crois
Que je crois
En toi

All

Someday I'll find you
Someday you'll find me too
And when I hold you close
I'll know that is true

Follow your heart
Let your love lead through the darkness
Back to a place you once knew
I believe, I believe, I believe in you

Follow your dreams
Be yourself, an angel of kindness
There's nothing that you can not do
I believe, I believe, I believe In you.
 

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Treba nešto poduzeti. :rolleyes: . Ideja mi je da se ovde iznose fazntstične virtualne doživljaje.

Znači. Omiljene muzike iz igrica (posebno iz Elder Scrolls-a)
Fantastične screen-shot-ove. I kultnu likovnost. I kultnu fantaziju.
Likovi, osobine, efekti, trenutci, ideje, radosti- sve iz virtuelnog sveta!

Sve virtualno umetnički. Poeziju iz virtualnog sveta. Umetnost iz virtualnog sveta.

Ovde NEMA, i netrebaju dokaze, činjenice, ili istina. Ovde vlada mašta i sanjarenje. :)

Ovde doduše, zabranjeno je dokazivanje nečeg, zato što je sve realno. Ono što se iznese, treba da se prihvati
kao istinito, a na nivou mašte, ovde nismo u realnom svetu. Ovde smo u malom Matrixu.

Evo moje omiljene slikice iz Morrowinda. Ovaj poster imam zakačen u sobi u dimenzijama skoro 1 metar X 0,5 metra.



Uz ovu pesmicu, a ko razume neka razume. (Ni ja ne razumem poentu :) )

Words of the Wind

May I shrink to dust In your cold, wild Wastes,
And may my tongue speak Its last hymn to your winds.

I pray for the herder, that whistles to his guar at play.
I pray for the hunter, that stalks the white walkers.
I pray for the wise one, that seeks under the hill,
And the wife who wishes for one last touch of her dead child's hand.

I will not pray for that which I've lost when my heart springs forth from your soil, like a seed,
and blossoms anew beneath tomorrow's sun.

evo i moj skroman doprinos:

Ivan Gavrilovic
200 na sat
Bezim iz grada, do daske gas
furam na more, tamo je spas
benzin u krvi uzburk'o se
nagazi jace, manijace

Vozac bez mane ne zna za strah
ulica duga, totalni mrak
stisni do daske, pretekni sve
nagazi jace, manijace

Ref. 2x
Dvesta na sat, u krivinu
dvesta na sat, obozavam tu brzinu
dvesta na sat, ko ce brze, ko ce bolje
dvesta na sat, ludujemo sve do zore

Bila jedna devojka sa plavim ocima
u zilama s' motorom je ludila nocima
dvesta na sat parola je njena
i na takvom tripu brzine da menja

Umela je sa masinom da prozuji
tako da zaledi krv, da pogleda svako
i ta duga noga, i taj vitak stas
za svako je oko bila pravi spas

Ref. 2x
:mrgreen:
 

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