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noetic corpus: sojourn of the soul
none that exist can perish
stand we share breath
beneath the shadows the soul walks
secrets of the equinox
alis volat propris
these great americans
rite of anaxagoras
do not fade…
there is no such thing as the end
art can never exist without naked beauty displayed
hail, o hail, liberty!
if I can’t dance – I don’t want to be part of your revolution!
I am calling out in my dreams
a midsummer night’s dream
you are my mirror
ahead of their time: the white series
antigone
carrying the smell of you
fashions fade, style is eternal
laughing with the gods (a love story)
ancient lovers believed…
incapable of her own distress
traces of breath, water and love
love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey
just a whisper…
such stuff as dreams are made on
ephesia grammata – the book
a journey of a thousand miles…
about predrag pajdic and his work
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