Citat:A srce ne zeli rastanak, iako sutra ne postoji. Iako izmedju rastanka i sutra nije san. Stavila je ruke oko njegovog vrata i zmurili su. I procvetala je ponovo zemlja sva, I IZ SNA SU USTALI MILIONI LEPTIROVA BEZ IMENA i poleteli iznad reke i carobne sume da ukrase jos jednu, novu pricu o izvrsenju zakona. One vecne ljubavi koja se ponavlja.
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Port Moresby: Kit has days when everything in the world is merely a sign for something else. A white Mercedes can't just simply be a white Mercedes. It must have a secret meaning about the whole of life. Everything is an omen. Nothing can just be what it is.
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"Because we don't know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well, yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that's so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more, perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless."
@ kinder
(od)gledala?
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"Dreaming permits each and every one of us to be quietly and safely insane every night of our lives."
"Even when they are looking, people usually see only what they expect to find and they do not see what they assume for whatever reason could not exist."
"Volim ljubav mornara
shto ljube i odlaze.
Ostavljaju obeccanje neko
I nikad ih nema vishe.
U svakoj luci po jedna zhena cheka,
mornari ljube i odlaze.
Jedne noci sa smrcu lezhu
u lozhnicu mora".
Neruda
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