Tuesday, 10. January 2006, 10:38:51
Naposletku...
Ti si dobro znala ko sam ja...
Otkud sad te suze, moja mila?
Rekla si da se za točak bršljan ne hvata...
Zalud izgužvana svila...
To je tako...
Ne pravi od tuge nauku...
Mami svetlo na sledećem bregu...
Okopniće moj otisak na tvom jastuku...
Kao "jezuška" u snegu...
Razbiću gitaru...
Crn je mrak ispunjava...
Odavno se svoje pesme bojim...
Pomera u meni one gene Dunava...
Pa ja tečem... I kad stojim...
Ali opet...
Dal' bi ikad bila moja ti
da sam vojnik u armiji ljudi?
Rekla si da baš ne umem novce brojati...
I da je Ništa sve što nudim...
Naposletku, ti si navek znala da sam svirac...
Brošić što se teško pribada...
Da me može oduvati najblaži Nemirac...
Da ću u po reči stati...
Da se neću osvrtati...
Nikada...
Ređaš po vitrini
fini porculanski svet...
Al' ja sam figurica bez žiga...
Pazi... To je bajka što ti pada na pamet...
Fali ti bas ovaj cigan?
Ne, mila...
Tek u jesen otkriju se boje krošanja...
Sve su slične u leto zelene...
Naposletku... Ti si dobro znala ko sam ja...
Čemu suze lepa ženo?
Draga moja, ti si navek znala da sam pajac...
Moj je šešir šatra pomična...
Usne, tice-rugalice... A u oku tajac...
Da sam kaput sa dva lica...
Da sam Gospo'n Propalica...
Obična...
Naposletku, ti si navek znala da sam svirac...
I da je nebo moja livada...
Da me može oduvati najblaži Nemirac...
Da ću u po reči stati...
Da se neću osvrtati...
Nikada...
Djorde Balasevic
Da li ... ?
Sunday, 8. January 2006, 00:27:05
There, there is something in the dark
Rain,
I have nowhere to go.
I lost way to my home, but I don`t mind.
Fly, in this cold and lonly night,
Everything is over now, don`t remember me!
Yes, it`s unbelieveble how we used to love,
Feeling very slowly in a mood for fun.
And we never look back, we didn`t think about it,
Cause those were small affairs, what we did was done!
Yes, we`re passingeres have long we think we live?
We`re still feelin` slowly feeling party feel.
But now that`s all behind us, and everything remind us girl.
Those were small affairs, what we`re goin` to do.
And I` will be with you, somwhere in the night
In love which has no touch,
Glory, wait for us!
REF:
I can hold you in my arms,
I can tell you, oh, my darlin`
But that`s not real
There, there is something in the dark.
Goin` crazy lovin` blind, oh you and I
You, you might not live for so long.
Doesn`t realy matter baby,
Death is here.
Magic, all around us lights of hope
Everything is over now
You`re on your way.
LOVE HUNTERS
Saturday, 7. January 2006, 15:09:39
Wednesday, 21. December 2005, 01:27:53
In the end, everything through which this life of ours is expressed - thoughts, efforts, glances, smiles, words, sighs - is all reaching out to another shore, as towards its aim, and only there will it be granted its true meaning. Everywhere there is something to overcome or to bridge: disorder, death, meaninglessness. Everything is a transition, a bridge whose ends are lost in infinity, beside which all the bridges of this earth are only children's toys, pale symbols.
And all our hope lies on the other side.
Naposletku, sve čim se ovaj naš život kazuje – misli, napori, pogledi, osmesi, reči, uzdasi – sve to teži ka drugoj obali, kojoj se upravlja kao cilju, i na kojoj tek dobiva svoj pravi smisao. Sve to ima nešto da savlada i premosti: nered, smrt ili nesmisao. Jer, sve je prelaz, most čiji se krajevi gube u beskonačnosti, a prema kom su svi zemni mostovi samo dečije igračke, bledi simboli.
A sva je naša nada s one strane.
Ivo Andric, Bridges ~ Mostovi
Thursday, 15. December 2005, 14:18:39
The tale goes, that on a certain day, Abd-el-Melik ben Merouane, went to see Leilla, his mistress, and put various questions to her. Amongst other things, he asked her what were the qualities which women looked for in men.
Leilla answered him: `Oh, my master, they must have cheeks like ours.' `And what besides?' said Ben Merouane. She continued: `And hairs like ours; finally they should be like to you, O prince of believers, for, surely, if a man is not strong and rich he will obtain nothing from women.'
Sheikh Nefzaoui ~ The Perfumed Garden
Monday, 12. December 2005, 23:21:59
love, music, Wish, art
...
Tuesday, 6. December 2005, 14:04:22
design, news, art, About blog
...
I made some changes to the original template.
I hate pink color, but the picture I used for header was so hot, so i made whole template in this a little bit disturbing color ...
This is still work in progress... I hope you like it..
Thnx Ivan a.k.a
SerbianFighter for excellent
tutorials.
Wednesday, 30. November 2005, 22:46:11
Iris
And I'd give up forever to touch you
Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now
And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
Cause sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight
And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything seems like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know your alive
And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am
Goo goo dolls
Saturday, 22. October 2005, 22:21:55
art, movies, me, Wish
...
I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die.
Blade runner
Saturday, 22. October 2005, 22:16:21
MyOpera, me, music, love
...
In the temple of love you hide together
Believing pain and fear outside
But someone near you rides the weather
And the tears he cried will rain on walls
As wide as lovers eyes
In the temple of love: shine like thunder
In the temple of love: cry like rain
In the temple of love: hear my calling
In the temple of love: hear my name
And the devil in black dress watches over
My guardian angel walks away
Life is short and love is always over in the morning
Black wind come carry me far away
Sisters of Mercy
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