Sebastian Sava Gor

SEABREATHER:  "Impermanence In Light" MORSKI DISAČ: "Vremenska Nestalnost" Very good, strong, and fast, but also gentle gentlemanly approach to the music of this genre. New, striking, powerful, and magnificent. A post-rock album worth having in your collection. The musicians, who take turns in great breaks and yet orchestrated together, are phenomenally harmonized and have given us a strong, poetic album worthy of attention. Enjoy: * Veoma dobar, jak i brz ali i nežan džentlmentski pristup muzici ovog žanra. Novo, upečatljivo, snažno i veličanstveno. Post-Rock Album koji vredi imati u kolekciji. Muzičari koji smenjuju jedni druge u odličnim brejkovima a opet zajedno orkestrirano, fenomenalno zvuče su nam darovali jak, poetičan album vredan pažnje. Uživajte: Seabreather / bandcamp.com SEABREATHER - Post-Pedia Instagram Seabreather Music Spotify - Seabreather Twitter Seabreather Also thanks to the YouTube Channel: Takođe hvala i YouTube Kanalu: WherePostRockDwells SE

  DUBOKA JE NOĆ: "Kosta Na Crti" KOSTA NA CRTI Kosta  je stajao na tankoj crti, floroscentno plave boje. Osećao je da isijava sopstvenom unutrašnjom svetlošću i da ima razloga što stoji na crti, koju je između ostalog, da spomenemo, sam stvorio. Oko Koste i crte nema ničega. Kosta je u mraku i njemu je to bilo dovoljno. Taj mrak je bio njegov, on je zamislio takav mrak. Iskreno, nije to tama već mrak, bez mesečine i bez zvezda. Običan mrak. Kosta je poželeo da se pored njega, u mraku,  pojavi božanstvena, prelepa boginja-muza, koja će ga napojiti svojim inspirativnim darovima. Muza se pojavila i bila je slepa. Znao je da će biti slepa, to je i želeo. Stajala je kao kip, kao živi slepi mit. Uživao je. Napajao se „božanstvenom“ energijom svoje boginje. Disao je duboko ali je tada osetio da mu se disanje usporava i da srce počinje jako da mu udara. Uplašio se. Boginja je ostala nema i sjajno slepa. Njeno slepilo je isijavalo snažnu, belu, svetlost koju Kosta sada više nije mogao

    „Ja sam put, istina i život“. Nalazimo je u Jevanđelju po Jovanu 14, 6.   Piščev Dnevnik: "Zlo, Laž i Strah" Šta je zlo?  Najprostiji odgovor bio bi, zlo je laž.  Kako prepoznati laž, kako znati kada lažemo sebe i kada ćemo se upitati da li je nužno da lažemo druge?  Kako staviti istinu ispred laži iako to u većini slučajeva puno košta? Da li ovde leži odgovor da Istina puno košta? Setite se Jude i njegovog srebra. Ne, laž nije samo konformističko-materijalistički momenat. Bilo bi suviše lako osloboditi se laži da je tako. Laž svakog trenutka menje oblike i teži da bude uvek nova, obzirom da je Istina konstantno demantuje, postojano stoji i ne menje se.  Istina je jedno.  Laž je puno toga. Naša lična opsesivna stanja, ne objektivni i jednostrani, individualni pristup stvarnosti. Laž rađa bes očaj i strah. Šta je strah? Kao misaona bića trebamo razlikovati različite misaone konstrucije u nama samima. Misli se unutar jedne kostrukcije vrte kao u začaranom krugu i svaka misa

  Writer's Diary:  "About Solitude"  Пишчев Дневник: "О Самоћи" Can we fall up, fall and climb?   Do you feel lonely? What is loneliness? Man as a being of community should not be feels lonely. In prison, the most serious criminals who are peaceful, do not put in solitary confinement if they do not deserve it. In addition to all technical aids, social networks and with all the progress we remain lonely, even more lonely, so today we have examples of people screaming because of loneliness, through windows or from the terraces of their skyscrapers. Loneliness as an emotion, like everything around us and in us, is subject to the dual adaptation of the individual to adapt to what surrounds him in space and to what happens to him in time. Feeling lonely does not have to be conditioned by whether we have company or not. If we were not "recognized" by our parents as children, or we were given less attention by our brother, we certainly have a predisposition t

  Night of Broken Arrows Noć Slomljenih Strela "Lord of Solitude" The plant blossomed, the colors of flowers as created for painters' souls to immortalize them. The little, fragile girl also liked the flowers. She puts her nose in the flower and the flower stabs her to death. You bunch! You are a mass of moldy human flesh! Are you such salt to the earth, a salt that kills! You know that old joker, who has been changing masks for centuries and taking various visible and invisible forms? These days, he has only two eyes, one is looking straight at you, the other is looking at the vast desert. You see he's gone now, you're here... You sit alone and think...    *** Gospodar Samoće Procvetala je biljka, boje cvetova kao stvorenih za slikarske duše da ih ovekoveče. Cvetovi su se dopali i devojćici, malenoj, krhkoj. Ona svoj nosić u cvet unese i cvet je smrtonosno ubode.   Gomilo!!!   Maso crvljiva!!!   Zar ste takva so zemlji, so koja ubija!!!   Znate onog starog lakrdi

  Writer's Diary: "Truth And Lie" John 18:33-38 33 Pilate then went back inside the palace, summoned Jesus, and asked him, “Are you the king of the Jews?” John 18:33-38 34 “Is that your own idea,” Jesus asked, “or did others talk to you about me?” 35 “Am I a Jew?” Pilate replied. “Your own people and chief priests handed you over to me. What is it you have done?” 36 Jesus said, “My kingdom is not of this world. If it were, my servants would fight to prevent my arrest by the Jewish leaders. But now my kingdom is from another place.” 37 “You are a king, then!” said Pilate. Jesus answered, “You say that I am a king. In fact, the reason I was born and came into the world is to testify to the truth. Everyone on the side of truth listens to me.” 38 “What is truth?” retorted Pilate. With this, he went out again to the Jews gathered there and said, “I find no basis for a charge against him. * John 8:44 44 You belong to your father, the devil, and you want to carry out your father

  Thoughts About Thoughts:  Hunger Hunger! Hunger in every atom of the human being. Addiction is a picture of hunger. Our body is waging a war within itself, a war of its own duality. Micro Space! Macro Space! Black and white! Minus One and Plus One! I spin like a tern, I want to stop at zero. * To understand the world around us we must first understand ourselves. We must understand the nature of opposites, we must understand the force of gravity and entropy. We have to face death ... face to face. * If we turn hunger in ourselves into a hunger for love, into the pursuit of virtue, into joyful patience, into the will for peace, then we declare war on our own dual nature and the dual nature around us. This is difficult, everyone who has fasted physically and spiritually knows that. Striving for spiritual energy is like waking up in the air. The proof that we can fly is to fly in our sleep. To take off spiritually means to be saturated with the products of this world. In this case, the h