Izvir is a summery gathering in Slovenia’s north; a boutique music festival, sheltered under the slavic part of the Alps, surrounded by forests and a river. Izvir translates to «a source», «a spring» and thus heartily awaits everybody who is true to the source, close to the nature and to themselves. In a world that celebrates noise, convenience and worn-out stars, Izvir with it’s location and music delivers something different; a carefully curated palette of local talents, with gender-fluid sets varying from ambient, disco, experimental and techno with a music and light setup fused with the nature, which can rarely be experienced elsewhere. The venue is split into multiple parts: camping area, chill-out area, the dancefloor and a big field where visitors can enjoy a walk in solitude or find clues about their future. This year we celebrate Izvir’s 3rd birthday, which will last 2 days, starting on Friday, and ending on Sunday evening. Diverse food for vegetarians, carnivores and breatharians will be provided. Izvir’s aesthetic theme this year is forest Samurais, who resemble people from this region in Slovenia, called Kundi. —————————— Adijo ****, dojst mam dahanja pred fabriko, skrivanja pred kepi in straha, ka si bo sosed mislo. Tk ko da neki me duši, mimo pobov v razredo leti, mi pa pijemo ravnčana v parko. Iz solzic v marjetko, iz strojne na jeklarje, prežih kaže na teksas, gimnazija sameva v parko. Neopravičena ura, zagovor pri psihologinji, praji če je kaj narobe – ji ne znam povedet. Doma mam vse komplete lego kock, se praji to ni problem. Važno, da ona ve zaka je sosed na herijo. Prva linija za borbo, športna vzgoja in gospodinjstvo, nam se bol na popa mudi. Seminarska me ne zanima, mogoč mavo geografija. Nemirno srce bobni, poskakuje, fabriški takt kovačnice prehiteva in kliče trg svobode. Pred krokijo ni več partya, joya so zaprli, mladino zatrli, pitje na dablo zadušili – uporne sile so zgleda na barbari. Kam se naj damo – samo metalci so nam ostali, čeprav še one taprave, so v tujino odgnali. Petek, 3. zjutra, tišina v parko. 2 se ližeta na klopi, ostali rajš doma razmišlajo o novem avtono al pa samomoro. Medalja za boj me čaka odzuna, samo tole se nebomo t’pli, čeprav je lep park. Zato adijo ****, ne grem v fabriko, al pa u žerjavsko taborišče, zato, da bo mev za kruh pa cigarete, ob čakanju na smrt v dolini smrti. Zato grem rajš nazaj u naravo – najt svoj plac, namesto v komuno, al pa med normalne. Odstraniti ali posodobiti dogodek Fievent.com | Kontakt | Privacy | Terms