We have to put this money thing out of equation and focus on positive things and abundance around us. ~ Dajana Babič
Tagane Objave ‘ my words in English’
Moramo ignorirati “denar” in se osredotočati na pozitivne stvari in na obilje okoli nas.
Torek, September 10th, 2013
Gremo se napit lepot tega sveta in se nikoli več ne streznimo.
Torek, September 10th, 2013Let’s get drunk from beauty of this world and never get sober again.
Ni konca ljubezni. Ni konca glasbe. Ni konca lepote…
Petek, September 6th, 2013There is no end to love. There is no end to music. There is no end to beauty..
Glasba…
Sreda, Avgust 7th, 2013music turns me on ~ music soothes me ~ music calms me ~ music heals me ~ music gives me courage ~ music keeps my dreams alive ~ Dajana Babič
Kaj je poezija po angleško?
Torek, Maj 21st, 2013Poetry = Poe try = try Poe!
moje misli
Sreda, Maj 1st, 2013I
am
half
Slovenian
and
half
Serbian,
but
I
feel
like
I
am
a
mixture
of
Arabian -
Latina -
Gypsy
and
Indian.
Sem pol Slovenka, pol Srbkinja, a čutim se kot da sem mešanica Arabke, Latinke, Ciganke in Indijke.
moje misli
Petek, April 26th, 2013passion = pass on #lexigram
Moja misel
Petek, April 5th, 2013Please ease!
Petek, Marec 22nd, 2013Disease = dis-ease
Passion
Torek, Marec 19th, 2013In everything you do… follow your passion. Don’t waste your life for things you are not doing with your whole heart
Change letter N into L and you will change night into light :D
Ponedeljek, Marec 18th, 2013Night > Light
hmmmm a je zaradi tega tako podobna beseda? 
Vsak človek je učitelj… vsaj v angleščini!
Četrtek, Marec 7th, 2013teacher = t – each – er
Moje misli
Petek, Februar 1st, 2013Art is needed for a man more than food and drink. Art is food for soul. Life without art is like art without love. Meaningless.
Moje misli v angleščini… *prijazno prevedel Štulič*
Ponedeljek, Januar 28th, 2013“We are totally different when we laugh. We become lighter, easy, lovable. Life becomes an ecstasy. Everything what we want is within our reach.” ~ Dajana Babič
Drugačnejši smo seveda, ko se smejimo. 
Postanemo svetlejši, lahkot_nejši… ljubečejši!? Življenje postane neozaveščena popolnost. Vse kar si želimo je takorekoč, na dosegu. 
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Petek, November 16th, 2012My mother is Slovenian, my father is Serbian, but I am actually Arabic ~ Indian ~ Latino ~ Gipsy per nature. That’s who I am really. For centuries.
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Sobota, Oktober 20th, 2012I can’t be reduced on a citizenship of Slovenia, the whole world is my stage.
I know what it’s like to love mother and to hate mother
Torek, September 11th, 2012This is the main problem of my life. My relationship with my mother. I’ve told you already how I loved her as a child and how she never ever showed any affection to me, just in the night when I kind of forced it from her. I didn’t
speak to her about other things… My relationship with my mother as a child was like that. She showed affection just to my sister, cause my sister was “easy going” and wasn’t “closed” like me. My sister went to everybody who wanted to hug her and caress her. We weren’t so strange in touching children then like now, when everybody is afraid to touch a child. She let herself be touched and hugged. But not me. I was always “closed”, I didn’t let anyone in my space and I observed everything from a distance with my wrinkled forehead. I have over-analysed everything from my childhood on. I have been like that. Always. I didn’t allow people to touch or kiss me. But they did that, since we had lots of visitors, lots of friends and family and everyone wanted to touch me and my sister cause we were so cute. And when they did that, I felt like dirty, almost raped. I don’t remember anyone who I would let kiss me, except my sister and my mother. And my father sometimes… (več …)
What brought me internet?
Torek, September 11th, 2012What did the internet bring me? If there was no internet, I would still live in Vienna, together with my aggressive husband… Or maybe I would not be alive anymore? I got the internet in the 2002, while I was living in Vienna together with my husbands and my three kids. I always wanted the internet, but I didn’t get it before. As soon as I got it, everything changed for me… In one year I was back in Ljubljana. I would never ever have found a person who would “save” me from this situation if there was no internet. If there was no internet, there would not be my blog. I have at least three books on my blog in Slovenian and one book in English.
If there was no internet, I would never meet so many writers, poets and other amazing people from all over the world on twitter? For me… there is life before twitter and after twitter, likewise… before internet and after internet.
Today I was thinking what would my life look like if there were no internet? Much quieter. I met so many fantastic people, I learned so much from teachers on youtube, I’ve written so many stories on my blog, I’ve seen so many beautiful
photos, I’ve read so many beautiful words… If What did the internet bring me?
If there was no internet, I would read books and do something else. Write my book on a typewriter…
Man is coming
Torek, September 11th, 2012It is some years now that I was not with a man. When I looked back, I discovered that I was from my nineteenth year all the time with men. I was with him seven years, than I was half a year single and was again six years with a man. That’s eleven years or something. After that I was two times married. Actually this time was the worst time for me for sex, I never had such bad sex and so rare, when I was married. But I had children then. And having sex was not the main occupation at this time.
I think that the problem of our relationships is the most “loaded” problem. Apart from the money problem And I have both of them. (več …)
It started in 1994
Torek, September 11th, 2012When I conceived my first child and I married in 1994, I was in a special state of mind. This was a really crazy year for me. It really was like somebody had me on strings, I was just going in front my future like a bulldozer. I wanted to have a child with this person at any price. I knew intuitively that this person was not good for me, but I didn’t care. My biological clock ticked, I was like unconscious… like an alpha animal taking care of itself. In the previous year I broke up with my long-term boyfriend. I reacted as a person who knew exactly what she has to do and would do it at any cost.
Actually this year was a very nice for me. It started to go downhill when I came with my child who was born in Ljubljana to live with my husband who lived in Vienna. For some months we lived in peace. Then it started. I think that we quarrelled for the first time when I didn’t want to go to his mother’s for dinner. He started to push his mother between us and child to avoid his responsibilities as a father of our child. I understood now why, he was raised like that, he was incredibly spoiled. (več …)
Property, money and patterns of poverty
Torek, September 11th, 2012I was born into a good – standing family. My father and mother – both were working. My father was educating himself all my childhood so he would achieve a higher rank officer which of course meant also good salary. We always went to the seaside in summer, we didn’t have nice clothes, but then nobody at that time had it. And we had lots to eat, in case you forget. We got a first TV – black and white around my seventh birthday or something. We had a telephone long before others because my father was a commander of a military barrack and need to be available all the time. I also remember soldiers ringing at our door, because lots of times he had an “emergency” situation.
Since I was born into abundance I never ever understood why it would be otherwise, it was normal for me to have all these thing. We were the first family to have a big modern car – an “audi 80”, this was our third car. And we were going every year to meet our family from the South. We brought them presents. Our family in the South were much poorer than we were. But they were much “healthier” in behaviour. I never heard any mother “down South” talking bad about their kids. (več …)
She
Torek, September 11th, 2012She is a bit more than seventy years old. She has grey hair, a frightened look and is a bit hunchbacked. She is thin. When you see such a person like she is, you have a feeling that she is constantly afraid of something. She is not standing
in the middle of the room, but hiding somewhere in the edge of the room or behind the door. In summer, you can smell her. She stinks, although she washes herself every day. She is dressed horribly. Always something that she got from other people who were already old, or two little or too big… She never wears new clothes or something bought for her. Whenever I saw her before, she was quiet, but always like a grey mouse… invisible. She was there, but nobody saw her. When she was twenty years old, she was very beautiful. She had a boyfriend from her village. He was all over her and wanted to persuade her to come with him abroad, cross the Atlantic into Canada. I don’t know why she didn’t go. Maybe she was afraid to leave her beloved father and mother, her sisters and her country. Or maybe there was already her future man around… In any case, her suitor went to Canada and married another girl there. (več …)
Love on distance
Torek, September 11th, 2012I have contact with a man on the internet that feels so close to me. Although I’ve never seen him. He lives almost 1700 km away. Funny but I never felt sad because of that… you know, when you just want to go to see this person. An impulse. He feels at home for me. But I am so careful. It happened to me already that I had an internet romance. And my heart was broken after that. Every love seems totally anew every time. And it feels big. You just know it when it is there. Better… you know it exactly when you cut the communication. It was hurting so much, that we renewed it after three days. These three days were like three years.
We don’t say a lot. And we are not on the internet all the time. Just a few mails in a day. I always ask him something, and he gives me the perfect answer. I am not building any future on that. I know that it would be sweet if he was here nearer to me for real, but I am not pressuring it. I just dream sweetly.
Fitness after you are fifty – it just starts then!
Torek, September 11th, 2012In my thirties, very occupied with sports. With my then boyfriend I was cycling, jogging everyday and practising gymnastic. Then I lived in Vienna and I had a child. After the child was two years old I started to go to fitness every day. Sometimes I was three hours there. My mother-in-law bought me a year ticket.
So… I was really really fit and loved my body because of it very much. First I was going walking and running and then I went to sauna. In the meantime I divorced my first husband and I got a second one. I soon became pregnant with a second and third child and I was pregnant a fourth time. I was so overwhelmed with kids, that I can’t possibly explain. Soon I became fat, I didn’t have any time for myself. It was very hard till the kids went to kindergarten. Believe me – this goes soo quick! (več …)
How to get rid of Oliver
Torek, September 11th, 2012I was a Muse to my boyfriend who made all my pictures in the beginning of 1990. My life was full of praising my beauty. But I felt kind of empty and boring. I wanted more from life. We were for five years together or something.
In between I went to Vienna to study scientology. My boyfriend Oliver didn’t understand what I wanted there. He was against me being there and was making such a drama, when I went there. My heart was falling apart from saddness, but I had a feeling that I have to go. It was kind of “calling”. I was also disappointed when I arrived in Vienna and it was not like I had in my head. (več …)
My mother, food and noise
Torek, September 11th, 2012My mother was obsessed with making food, thinking what we will have for lunch, thinking about buying food and preparing it. Whenever I think about my mother – there she is in the kitchen cooking something and at the same time talking on the phone with her family or her friends.
Needless to say that I hated that. I was never hungry and all this food talking was for me something totally unnecessary. I also couldn’t stand “small talk” which was always in our house… who married somebody, how is somebody doing and so on. I was bored to death with my mother’s talk but till my tenth birthday I thought that it has to be like that. Then I slightly understood that my mother and father were not bright enough. Not that they were stupid. They just didn’t have the same problems as I had. They never asked themselves why we are here. I asked myself these questions when I was already very young. My parents were like other people that I found terribly boring. I was very sad since I wanted them to be clever and brilliant. After all – they were my parents. That’s why they were special. But they weren’t… That’s how I explained to myself, why they are always talking about things that were not important. They were talking a lot. Our flat was always full of people, especially in the evening. But they didn’t talk about something important… just about food and gossiping, which so tired me. I found out soon that I will never learn anything from them and that they will never be able to answer my problems. (več …)
Love with words on internet
Torek, September 11th, 2012There are lots of people who use social media for connecting with other people. I mean… to “get” a relationship. I don’t know about Facebook, but I know about Twitter… I found my last boyfriend on the internet in the year 2005. We didn’t see each other, but we loved each other already with our words. We were typing like crazy for whole days long on the internet. I completely forgot about my husband and my three kids around me. I mean… I didn’t neglect them, but all my free time I spent on the computer. I was like electrified , I was in love, I was crazy in love, I was on adrenalin… there was my passion, inside the computer. Since he was an internet profi, he “built” a chat room just for us. So we were talking eeee I want to say typing all the time. Especially when the kids were in Kindergarten or in school. (več …)
From prison to vortex
Torek, September 11th, 2012I was in a self – inflicted prison since I returned to my mother’s flat. For four years I didn’t go anywhere. I didn’t go anywhere for my four birthdays, nor for four New Years, neither for four summer vacations. The first year I actually had double the amount of money than I have now. Then I was gradually loosing money until two years ago my ex husband stopped paying his alimony.
I was all the time on the computer. Sometimes the computer broke down. So I read books. And started writing my own books, which I never finished and never published. Everything is just there, open, not concluded. This was a period when I actually persuaded myself that my life is over and I live just because I have to be here because of my kids. (več …)
My pictures
Torek, September 11th, 2012End of the eighties I met a very talented photographer, painter, musician and writer, who became my boyfriend. We made lots of photos together. He drew some portraits of me, my sisters and friends. I was his muse. I did pictures of him too, I just didn’t take so many pictures… He was very good at creating. He painted one picture a day just like that – for fun or for relaxation. Just kike I write one blog a day now. Actually… all what he did was… he just “throw
everything out of his sleeves” and never considered that it had any value. He did it for fun and that he would not be bored. He was studying something like metallurgy, which was a far cry from what he really was. His father was a very authoritarian figure. He was a medical doctor and he said once that his pictures are for an insane asylum… for crazy people. His mother died, when he was very little. So… I was playing
kind of a mother role for him. (več …)
Hell
Torek, September 11th, 2012I was left alone with my partner, who married another woman in one month after he went from our flat. I can’t tell you how much I suffered. I was literally in hell. I was without money, without a job, left alone, I was with 3 kids alone in a flat where I couldn’t pay a rent. There I was six months and in this time I somehow survived and pay for that flat. But then the owner of the flat came and said that I have to go out of the flat in 24 hours. I didn’t have where to go. I mean… In this town I had my mother and my sister, but since we didn’t have good relations, I didn’t want to live there. My mother had a big flat where she lives alone since my fathers’ death 15 years ago. I actually was thinkig to live at my mothers already three years before (after I moved from Vienna to Ljubljana)… I just asked her once. And since she reacted very unkindly, I understood, that there is no chance to live at her place.
I mean… I didn’t want to live there either, I just was looking for a short stay. (več …)
