Matrix Shit

Earlier this week - as in yesterday - I tweeted/status-ed/attempted to propagate the following through the Internet: 

"It's a hipster anomaly to like every single print from a roll of film. I mean like Matrix shit."

Directions to my soul: Up the stairs to the left. 

Case in point, my summer 2011 Fisheye & Oktomat pictures are a paradoxical anomalous mass of beautiful brights and sunshine. 

Cesarica

My favorite Croatian song is Cesarica by Oliver Dragojevic (A Korculan like myself). The english translation of the title is Queen. Here is the best english translation I could find of the poem like lyrics. It's so beautiful, I nearly cry every time I hear it; it's basically our second national anthem. 

Queen

The golden threads of the summer's dawn

have come to her room

to wake up my love

Let the light kiss her face

 beautiful as a queen's

when I can't kiss her

The golden netting of her body

caught hold of my soul

just to through it back into the sea

every night before dawn

I enter her room

the white room of my grievances

My whole life I've been waiting for her

to find a way into her heart

My whole life my body has been without her

like a flower without water

Sources: WeHeartIt