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Poslao: 12 Mar 2009 22:00
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Uh Tam-Tam, sta mi uradi (?) ... al' neka, dobro je. 
kinder, znas i sama koliko puta se sloze/poklope; karte/zvijeze/putevi i misli. 
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Poslao: 01 Apr 2009 15:59
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George Michael - Kissing a fool
You are far,
When I could have been your star,
You listened to people,
Who scared you to death, and from my heart,
Strange that you were strong enough,
To even make a start,
But youll never find
Peace of mind,
Til you listen to your heart,
People,
You can never change the way they feel,
Better let them do just what they will,
For they will,
If you let them,
Steal your heart from you,
People,
Will always make a lover feel a fool,
But you knew I loved you,
We could have shown them all,
We should have seen love through,
Fooled me with the tears in your eyes,
Covered me with kisses and lies,
So goodbye,
But please dont take my heart,
You are far,
Im never gonna be your star,
Ill pick up the pieces
And mend my heart,
Maybe Ill be strong enough,
I dont know where to start,
But Ill never find
Peace of mind,
While I listen to my heart,
People,
You can never change the way they feel,
Better let them do just what they will,
For they will,
If you let them,
Steal your heart,
And people,
Will always make a lover feel a fool,
But you knew I loved you,
We could have shown them all,
But remember this,
Every other kiss,
That you ever give
Long as we both live
When you need the hand of another man,
One you really can surrender with,
I will wait for you,
Like I always do,
Theres something there,
That cant compare with any other,
You are far,
When I could have been your star,
You listened to people,
Who scared you to death, and from my heart,
Strange that I was wrong enough,
To think youd love me too.
I guess you were kissing a fool,
You must have been kissing a fool.
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Poslao: 16 Apr 2009 17:55
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George Michael - One More Time
I've had enough of danger
And people on the streets
I'm looking out for angels
Just trying to find some peace
Now I think it's time
That you let me know
So if you love me
Say you love me
But if you don't just let me go...
'Cos teacher
There are things that I don't want to learn
And the last one I had
Made me cry
So I don't want to learn to
Hold you, touch you
Think that you're mine
Because it ain't no joy
For an uptown boy
Whose teacher has told him goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
When you were just a stranger
And I was at your feet
I didn't feel the danger
Now I feel the heat
That look in your eyes
Telling me no
So you think that you love me
Know that you need me
I wrote the song, I know it's wrong
Just let me go...
And teacher
There are things
That I don't want to learn
Oh the last one I had
Made me cry
So I don't want to learn to
Hold you, touch you
Think that you're mine
Because it ain't no joy
For an uptown boy
Whose teacher has told him goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
So when you say that you need me
That you'll never leave me
I know you're wrong, you're not that strong
Let me go
And teacher
There are things
That I still have to learn
But the one thing I have is my pride
Oh so I don't want to
Hold you, touch you
Think that you're mine
Because there ain't no joy
For an uptown boy
Who just isn't willing to try
I'm so cold
Inside
Maybe just one more try...
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Poslao: 21 Apr 2009 18:42
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Sugarcult - Counting Stars
Hey, I wanna crawl out of my skin
Apologize for all my sins
All the things I should have said to you
Hey, I can't make it go away
Over and over in my brain again
All the things I should have said to you
[Chorus:]
Counting stars wishing I was okay
Crashing down was my biggest mistake
I never ever ever meant to hurt you
I only did what I had to
Counting stars again
Hey, I'll take this day by day by day
Under the covers I'm okay I guess
Life's too short and i feel small
[Chorus]
Counting stars again
Counting stars again
Counting stars again
Counting stars again
Counting stars again
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Poslao: 03 Maj 2009 20:34
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To Andrew ::
"Shall I tell you what renders love dangerous?
It is sublime idea which one often appears to have about it. But in exact truth, Love, taken as a passion, is only a blind instinct which one must know how to value correctly; an appetite which determines you for one object rather than for another, without being able to give any reason for one's preference; considered as a link of friendship, when reason presides over it, it is not a passion, it is no longer love, it is an affectionate esteem, in truth, but peaceful, incapable of leading you out of bounds; when, however, you walk in the traces of our ancient heroes of romance, you go in tended heroism only makes of love a deplorable and often disastrous folly. It is a true fanaticism; but if you strip of of all those virtues of hearsay, it will soon minister to your happiness and to your pleasures. Believe me, that if it were reason or enthusiasm which governed affairs of the heart, love would become either insipid or a delirium. The only way to avoid these two extremes is to follow the path I indicated to you. You have need of being amused and you will only find what you require for that amongst the women I speak of. Your heart needs occupation; they are made to captivate it.
* * *
Then one used to treat love as a matter of honour; but to-day, when the corruption of the century has changed everything, Love is no more than a play of whim and vanity.
How many occasions do you not find where a lover gains as much by dissimulating the excess of his passion, as he would in others, by displaying greater passion than he feels?"
Ninon de l'Enclos - Letters to the Marquis de Sévigné
http://aelliott.com/reading/ninon/letters_mds/index.htm
* * *
"Dusa zaljubljenog zivi u tudjem tijelu." ~ R.W. Emerson
* * *
O ljubavi najvise znam kad nisam zaljubljena. ~ Ella
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Poslao: 04 Maj 2009 22:04
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Leonard Cohen - One Of Us Cannot Be Wrong
I lit a thin green candle, to make you jealous of me.
But the room just filled up with mosquitos,
they heard that my body was free.
Then I took the dust of a long sleepless night
and I put it in your little shoe.
And then I confess that I tortured the dress
that you wore for the world to look through.
I showed my heart to the doctor: he said I just have to quit.
Then he wrote himself a prescription,
and your name was mentioned in it!
Then he locked himself in a library shelf
with the details of our honeymoon,
and I hear from the nurse that he's gotten much worse
and his practice is all in a ruin.
I heard of a saint who had loved you,
so I studied all night in his school.
He taught that the duty of lovers
is to tarnish the golden rule.
And just when I was sure that his teachings were pure
he drowned himself in the pool.
His body is gone but back here on the lawn
his spirit continues to drool.
An Eskimo showed me a movie
he'd recently taken of you:
the poor man could hardly stop shivering,
his lips and his fingers were blue.
I suppose that he froze when the wind took your clothes
and I guess he just never got warm.
But you stand there so nice, in your blizzard of ice,
oh please let me come into the storm.
* * *
A closed heart leads to dead mind. ~ Ella
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Poslao: 12 Maj 2009 23:19
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Journey - Seperate Ways
Here we stand
Worlds apart, hearts
broken in two, two, two
Sleepless nights
Loosing ground I'm reaching
for you, you, you
Feelin' that it's gone
Can change your mind
If we can't go on
To survive the tide, love divides
[Chorus:]
Someday love will find you
Break those chains that bind you
One night will remind you
How we touched and went
our seperate ways
If he ever hurts you
True love won't desert you
You know I still love you
Though we touched and went
our seperate ways
Troubled times
Caught between confusion
and pain, pain, pain
Distant eyes
Promises we made were in
vain, in vain, in vain
If you must go
I wish you love
You'll never walk alone
Take care my love, miss you love
[Chorus:]
Someday love will find you
Break those chains that bind you
One night will remind you
How we touched and went
our seperate ways
If he ever hurts you
True love won't desert you
You know I still love you
Though we touched and went
our seperate ways
[Guitar solo]
(Oh)
Someday love will find you
Break those chains that bind you
One night will remind you
If he ever hurts you
True love won't desert you
You know I still love you
I still love you girl
I really love you girl
And if he ever hurts you
True love won't desert you
no, no ...
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Poslao: 19 Maj 2009 20:51
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Jean Cocteau - Preamble; A rough draft for an ars poetica.
Let's get our dreams unstuck. The grain of rye free from the prattle of grass
and far from the speechifying trees. I plant it – it will sprout.
But forget about the rustic festivities. For the explosive word
falls harmlessly eternal through the compact generations
and except for you nothing denotes its sweet-scented dynamite.
Greetings: I discard eloquence, the empty sail and the swollen sail
which cause the ship to lose her course.
My ink nicks; and there and there, and there and there, sleeps deep poetry:
the mirror-panelled wardrobe washing down ice-floes,
the little Eskimo girl dreaming in a heap of moist negroes,
her nose flattened against the window-pane of dreary Christmases,
a white bear adorned with chromatic moiré dries himself in the midnight sun.
Liners. The huge luxury item slowly founders, all its lights aglow.
And so sinks the evening-dress ball into the thousand mirrors of the palace hotel.
And now it is I, the thin Columbus of phenomena, alone in the front
of a mirror-panelled wardrobe full of linen and locked with a key.
The obstinate miner of the void exploits his fertile mine –
the potential in the rough glitters there mingling with its white rock.
Oh princess of the mad sleep, listen to my horn and my pack of hounds.
I deliver you from the forest where we came upon the spell.
Here we are, by the pen, one with the other wedded on the page.
Isles, sobs of Ariadne, Ariadnes dragging along Ariadnes, seals,
for I betray you, my fair stanzas, to run and awaken elsewhere.
I plan no architecture. Simply deaf like you, Beethoven,
blind like you, Homer, numberless old men born everywhere,
I elaborate in the prairies of inner silence and the work of the mission
and the poem of the work and the stanza of the poem and the group of the stanza
and the words of the group and the letters of the word and the least loop of the letters.
It's your foot of attentive satin that I place in position,
pink tightrope walker, sucked up by the void, to the left, to the right.
The god gives a shake and I walk towards the other side with infinite precaution.
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Poslao: 27 Maj 2009 19:25
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Bijelo Dugme - Sve ce to o mila moja prekriti ruzmarin i sas
Sve ce to,
o,
mila moja,
prekriti ruzmarin, snjegovi i sas.
I dvije ce pokisle ptice
sa tvoga oka prhnuti na jug.
Ni jedna suza,
ni malo volje,
ni jedna slutnja,
ni glas.
... A moglo je bolje ...
Reci ces:
"Malo je tuzno,
a on je bio kopile i jad".
I stat cemo goli i sami
pred ovo ledeno nebo i mrak.
Mirise pelin,
pusto polje,
ocvale ruze ...
... i med.
... A moglo je bolje ....
Gdje?
Pokazi mi!
Gdje?
Kad tuzne sudba ne voli ...
I cime od svijeta da se branis?
Kao ruza, sa dva smijesna trna ...?
... ili snom?
Uzalud,
uzalud,
... sve je protiv nas.
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