Hi, I'm Manja, 16 year old girl from Slovenia.

I like foreign languages; i speak english and I'm learning french, latin and ancient greek. I would really like to speak italian, I'm really looking forward to achieve this.

Latin and ancient greek are two special, fundamental languages, but not for talking to a friend. They are for the soul, fraigility and sweetness is given to it while speaking them. :)

Poetry is my life. I started writing it four years ago. I fell in love with Byron, Verlaine, Baudelaire, Lermontov, Blake, Prešeren, ... To be part of that kind of art for me means being up in the sky, somewhere in the infinity.

I'm open minded, dreamy, romantic, tender, but I can be very rude and moody, because of a conscious that the real world will never be like it is in my dreams. I think I am quite a split up person. All kinds of view are interlaced in me. Sometimes the world looks so beatiful, but in could be in the same hour and world turns to ugliness.

I'm used to the people who scoff at me, so I don't care what the others think anymore. I've got my dreams and goals, for which I'm ready to do (almost) everything to manage it.

People from Europe mostly, please. :)

Poetry, learning languages, french drama classes, roller blading, dreaming with eyes wide open, eating chocolate, walking in the country side, making tricks with my hamster,  ...

Laura Pausini, Gianna Nannini, Carla Bruni, Celine Dion --- just because I adore French and Italian.

White Chics, Queen Elizabeth, Troy, Prete-moi ta main, The Holiday, The Odyssey, A Walk to Remember, Equilibrium,​ School of Rock, Orange County, Dead Poets Society, Garfield, ...

Dr. House, H2O - Just Add Water, Tom & Jerry Cartoon.

Verlaine, Baudelaire, Shakespear, Lermontov, Blake, Prešeren, Novak, Jesih, ...

Grab'te dnarje vkup gotove,
kupovájte si gradove,
v njih živite brez trpljénja!
Koder se nebo razpenja,
grad je pevca brez vratarja,
v njem zlatnina čista zarja,
srebrnina rosa trave,
s tem posestvom brez težave
on živi, umrje brez dnarja.
(France Prešeren)

When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-heart​ed
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.
(Lord Byron)

What if you slept? And what if in your sleep, you dreamed?
And what if in your dream, you went to the heaven and
there plucked a strange, beatiful flower? And what if,
when you awoke, you had the flower in your arm?
Ah, what then?
(Coleridge)

Et je m'en vais
Au vent mauvais
Qui m'emporte
Deçà, delà,
Pareil à la
Feuille morte.
(Paul Verlaine)

Dum flores florebunt,
dum aves volabunt,
dum fluctus at litus ludunt,
vita erit.
Dum verbo illo utemur,
quies in literis capietur.
(M. Weingerl)

Τι μεν άνθροποι; Θεοί  θνητοί. Τι δε θεοι; Aνθροποι αθάνατοι.
What are humans? Mortal gods. And gods? Imortal humans.