Zanimljivo pojačanje u Milanu

Mlada Slovenka Pamela Begić (25) potpisala je ugovor s Milanom i nosit će broj 45. Radi se o izuzetno zanimljivoj, pa i neobičnoj mladoj djevojci, posebno zbog imidža i brojnih tetovaža svuda po tijelu.

Ova nogometašica veznog reda igrala je u Italiji za Empoli, a prethodno je nastupala za Apolon na Kipru i u Sloveniji za Radomelj.

Inače, iako rođena u Sloveniji, završila je koledž na Floridi i upravo tamo je počela igračku karijeru.

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“Self love is the very first romance.” ~Akua Naru 📸: @hopefocus

A post shared by Pamela Begic (@pammywams) on Jan 1, 2020 at 12:43am PST

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“...I am a malleable mobile home with two feet and a translucent ribcage. I am the calmness before a rock hits lake’s surface causing endless ripples. I am those ripples sending information to all those curious. Unknowingly affecting. Exemplifying kindness. I am countless. Never a number always a memory worth an occasional reminisce. Occasional. It’s where I live. I am the background of pictures in cities full of tourists. Sometimes blurry and faded. I am a spotlight: of insecurities, lacks, seasons, all things debilitated. Mostly decisions. I am hope. I am hope. I am hope. For all things new and unknown to bear light as we exit this fear-zone...” (Excerpt from a yet-to-be-named poem by Yours Truly) 📸: @kris.karma.tattoo #blackandwhitephotography #visualart #realitydistortionlens #words #poetry #paradigmshift #sometimestofeelahumanemotioniliketodrinkmyownhair

A post shared by Pamela Begic (@pammywams) on Dec 17, 2019 at 11:04am PST

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More face, less bullshit. Let’s go, Fall. This time we’re falling backwards. Pluto style. Autumnal equinox. Reaping my harvest of many a moon since the very first day of spring—Pink Phlox. Clairvoyance so clear in hindsight. Dear Joy, please go fetch those marbles. Love&&Light. #pamelinapopotovanja #pamelineprelomnice #saturn #sadesati #tryme

A post shared by Pamela Begic (@pammywams) on Sep 23, 2019 at 1:20pm PDT

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I’m trying to learn the mastery of gentle genuflection just because the sky curves the earth. Just because the edge of existence defines the realms of persistence. Just because there is space to occupy and in the magic of a manic day my spine can sprout wings to fly. Saturn flows deep, especially on a Saturday morning. It demands the sacrifice of many streams forming a river losing their identity in something bigger. If Fern can turn into Pink Phlox I too can become a blossoming garden and avoid the instability of this feeble reality. Belief. Be. Live. #June18 #writewritewrite #sitstillinthepain #belief #pamelinapopotovanja

A post shared by Pamela Begic (@pammywams) on Jun 20, 2019 at 8:33am PDT

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This was my outfit today for a real-life job interview via skype. When was the last time you landed a job in your underwear? They liked that I was passionate, didn't even notice I was braless. The point of the story, besides a good laugh, is: be true to yourself, don't conform to the rules of society. Stay golden, stay comfy. #gogatorsgojesus #spottybananas #whatislife #tryme #penispants #prayforpammy

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The closer to light I get the stronger the pull from the underworld. The demons are dragging me down, grabbing me, trying to take me home. Their screaming so loud it almost bursts my ear drum. My attempt to relax and absorb the earth seems to only be agitating and they only pull stronger, scream louder, swallow deeper. I’ve never been surrounded and consumed by a more complete still darkness. Very different than the wave of death I rode and leaned into the very first time I became a sister. Under such a nightfall, with my maker right beside me, incapable, I beg angels to grant me a long overdue exhalation where my demonic self stops terrorizing, haunting, and hunting. I am malleable in creators hands. And I’ve been created in multiple eyes, spread innumerable lies, tasted familial; way too familiar tongues. And so through these transits and transformations I became that rare indivisible line between the ocean and the sky. When I said the demons try to take me home I didn’t mean theirs. I meant mine. I meant ours. Because I will always be a villain in someone else’s arms. Toxic blood, virus spreading through the lungs every time my name is whispered. And in those moments freedom exists on all realms. Because wherever I go, there I am—home. #sleepparalysis #nottodaysatan

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