^Izvinjavam se na indiskreciji, ali da li je to u čaši mleko ili neki mlečni proizvod?
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Šta se smeješ, zaboga, ja sam od detinjstva fiksirana na pojam žene sa mlekom više nego ti na žene sa farmerkama. . Ta, da vidiš scenu kad Gracina Zapolovska nehotično proliva mleko u filmu Kratki film o ljubavi ili kada se Emmanuelle Seigner poliva jogurtom u Gorkom mesecu. Ajme, Gospe!
^Izvinjavam se na indiskreciji, ali da li je to u čaši mleko ili neki mlečni proizvod?
i
Šta se smeješ, zaboga, ja sam od detinjstva fiksirana na pojam žene sa mlekom više nego ti na žene sa farmerkama. . Ta, da vidiš scenu kad Gracina Zapolovska nehotično proliva mleko u filmu Kratki film o ljubavi ili kada se Emmanuelle Seigner poliva jogurtom u Gorkom mesecu. Ajme, Gospe!
ma znam za tu tvoju fiksaciju, zato me i nasmejao tvoj post
Evo, potrazih vecu sliku da proverim sta je...posto je album nazvan The cappuccino songs, kontam po nekoj logici da jeste mleko, mada meni licno lici na onu kafansku posudicu sa secerom...
Evo, potrazih vecu sliku da proverim sta je...posto je album nazvan The cappuccino songs, kontam po nekoj logici da jeste mleko, mada meni licno lici na onu kafansku posudicu sa secerom...
Kakav te sad šećer spopao, nemoj da mi kvariš fascinaciju; to mora da je mleko!
Šalim se, devojka stvarno lepo peva. Što bi rekli voditelji iz devedesetih 'lepo peva i lepo izgleda'.
Na žalost, mislim da bend Nityananda više ne postoji, a ja sam bio na nekoliko njihovih koncerata koje su držali sredinom '90-ih po Beogradu i gradovima Vojvodine. Imao sam priliku i na kratko da upoznam njihovu pevačicu božanstvenog glasa Maju Takač (mislim da joj je duhovno ime Mahodari) i da se družim sa nekim pristalicama vaišnavizma. Elem, njihovi koncerti su zaista bili oaza neke jako lepe energije, posebno u onim nesrećnim godinama u raspadnutoj Srbiji.
Btw, mnogo sam uživao u njihovom izvođenju pesme "Antara Mandire" [koju trenutno pevušim Totu ].
i ja mislim da ne postoje. ja sam bila na jednom njihovom koncertu u Sk. mislim da bese ´96 ako se ne varam, tada su bili izdali i CD Nityananda & friends. tamo gostuje Vlatko a i Sasho Gigov Gish, mk pevac, pisac, umetnik.
i sto kazes prelepa energija
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. Ta, da vidiš scenu kad Gracina Zapolovska nehotično proliva mleko u filmu Kratki film o ljubavi ili kada se Emmanuelle Seigner poliva jogurtom u Gorkom mesecu. Ajme, Gospe! 
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