Svetlana Živanović


Born in Belgrade in 1971.  

She graduated Serbian Literature and Language  at the Faculty of Philology in Belgrade.

Svetlana is extremely creative. She designs jewelry and bags, and makes various decorative items, floral and New Year’s arrangements … She enriches in all types of decoration, and recently also embarked on decorating balloons.

She is not a fashion type of girl. She creates her own clothes and has a unique style. Recently her dream came true: for the first time she set for a sewing machine, and then she got her own as a present. She is the happiest when she creates with her own hands.

She is grateful for everything she has: that she walks, sees, speaks and hears, that she breathes … She has no idol.  She does not compete with others, but she tries to overcome herself constantly. She does not choose the road less traveled, but, in good part (being opposite in everything), consciously and deliberately, strangely takes the wrong one (all over the fields and meadows).

A decade ago, she was over too shy and insecure, but now it is tolerable. She is childish, imaginative, people would say very witty. She either walks  with a head in the clouds either like a fly without a head. She does not stand firmly on the ground (sometimes she is trembling, she crumbles, and falls, but she rises and goes on, because defeat is a step closer to success), and she would like to walk on her hands instead, as a sign of a protest against unilateralism.

She suffered a lot until she realized that a hundred horses could not run faster than one. As younger, she was often warned by others not to philosophize, which greatly disturbed her; much later she recognized her advantage.

She spent most of her life as an illustration of the Serbian folk saying “She has mouth, and there is no tongue” … and then she reached the keyboard. Texts, mostly humorous, inspired first by her family, and then by the environment, are published on her own blog, and she believes that she will soon publish the book (first of the following). Writing is her pervasive need. 

She  “stutters” Serbian language (but not when she types; oral expression is always perceived as a minor or greater inconvenience), she barely speaks English , though (still good), she knows how to pretend an Englishman.

She found the  highest meaning of life in her family. She enjoys the time spent  with three nieces ​​and two nephews, teaching them good and love, respecting and understanding others,  loving nature, and rejoicing with ordinary, “small” things: the sky, the cloud, the flower, the bird, the tree. .. They play, dance, read, sing, draw, imagine and grow together spiritually.

She loves animals, at the moment she has four cats. She adores (especially intact) nature, in which her soul is strengthened and  wounds are healed. She did not have the opportunity to meet the world, but in all (never seen) cities she liked the same place the most: the place where the trees grow. She is in love with Tara Mountain in Serbia, which she visited several times, and in the Old Mountain in Serbia, which she (for now) knows only from photographs.

Her  favorite season is spring, when everything is awake and flowing, when it’s green, and because after spring comes the summer. But she finds satisfaction in just about every day, regardless of weather conditions. One of the most beautiful scenes for her is the meadow full of dandelion. In the autumn she is amazed with red-yellow leaves that are buzzing under her feet, and in the winter she walks while big snowflakes fall on her face.

She likes to get up early, so she has a whole day ahead. As she also goes to bed very late, she accepted the dark eye bags as a permanent fashion detail. More precisely, if the day (or life) would be three times longer, it would not be enough for everything she wants to do. “Carpe diem” is her life motto. As soon as she can, she will learn to ride rollers and skate, knit… and she would like to try playing piano, folklore dance, fine arts…

Among citizens of her small hometown, and because she is obsessed by green color, she is known as “The green one”. In addition to the clothes, her walls are green, she has green closet, everything is green to the smallest details … her soul is also green.

She combines green with purple, pink, blue, orange and yellow, and she wears only these colors. She is also known for being ecologically conscious, she has been “pushing her finger in eyes” for years to sellers in shops, repeating: “I don’t want a plastic bag”.

She likes music, especially classical and ethno music. She likes to read classics. She adores Serbian folk literature, folk tales and folk wisdom. She likes poetic and philosophical literary works, especially humor, irony, satiety, and parody. She was laughing at Chaucer’s ” The Canterbury Tales” and Boccacio’s “Decameron”. Perhaps because the weak, sinful people are exposed under the mantle in both works. The one is closer to her  for his earthly connections, but heavenly aspirations.

Her relation to world and life is humorous and parodic.  She does not like rigidity, uniformity, unnaturalness, conventionality. She appreciates mostly the truth, and despises the lie and deception of any kind. With dignity and respect, she equally treats royalty and poverty. She ignores deferential people. She suspects in everything. She demystifies the eminent things, while she raises banally things.

She is still standing in front of the world as a child: wide open eyes, mouth and heart. She celebrates the ordinary life, which is making her genuinely enthusiastic. She is favorable to everything small and marginal, left and rejected: lower social casts, old times, a simple man, dogs without pedigree, vegetables (even brittle) from their own garden (and childhood) … She knows that the simple things make the life,  and she lives according that. She rejoices as she makes biscuits with her little cousins, while she talks to them walking trough a meadow, in the courtyard, as she organizes theater performances for them …
She refuses to belong to any group or mass. She resists general and popular opinion, popular attitudes. She thinks with her own head. She is capable, if necessary, to stand against whole world. She is not favorable to anyone because she is in some kind of a relation with, she judges everyone objectively.

She can not stand a fanaticism of any kind. She would improve the world  by abolishing hatred and greed. She fears that civilization will destroy itself. For one of the greatest disadvantages of this planet, she takes the fact that the woman is free never and nowhere.

She is extremely sensitive, and tries to be as less vulnerable as possible. In this, quite cruel world, her loneliness is  her choice and her need. Even among her closest ones, she often feels strange, refused and rejected. She feels closest to herself in the nature surrounded by children and animals.

Whole her life, she loved only one man: the one that does not exists (and he is free to deny it).

In her life, she only followed two options: make or break!

She inherited her unfulfilled dream from her grandfather: having a house on wheels, so that she could bring with her everything she likes, and to run away from the people to family forests (or wherever she likes).

She likes her little world and old wooden hash around it.