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24.10.2008., petak

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Da. Tema današnjeg posta su taksisti. Unatoč tome što sam odlučila da ću češće pisati na blogu, i ustrajna sam u tome, opet je prošlo mjesec dana od zadnjega mi posta. Kao imam neko opravdanje…sad se malo preseravam al eto moram. Naime, bila sam dva tjedna u Evropici…Francuska-Španjolska-Portugal-Italija. Najviše vremena smo proveli u Portugalu.

Nevjerojatno nešto. Vratila sam se prije par dana i ne mogu sebi doć još. Dani mi predugo traju i fale mi ljudi s kojima sam putovala. Mnoštvo novih ljudi koje upoznaješ, strani gradovi i njihovi običaji…To mi je samo poticaj da skupljam lovu za dalje. U 4. mjesecu se ide u Pariz…pa. Super. Nadam se novom putovanju.

Ali, da. Započela sam s taksistima. Naime, kojih 4-5 dana smo proveli u Lisabonu. Predivan grad. Trebalo bi nam mjesec dana da vidimo sve njegove divne perverzije. Uglavnom, tamo smo se stalno vozikale taksijem. Jer je prejeftin. Recimo, da te taksist odveze od Dubrave do Jaruna i to naplati 6 -7 eura (koje još podijele 4 osobe) čini se nevjerojatno. U Zagrebu pogotovo. Tu bi te to došlo nekih …pa…1000 kn? pretjerujem, ok. Ali, zagrebački taksisti su skupi.

Da, uglavnom. Razmišljala sam o vozačima taksija. Što li sve moraju doživjeti…koga sve upoznati. Čemu sve prisustvovati? Koliko su puta rasplakane cure vozili doma? Zaljubljene parove? Hm, pripite glasne cure? Cure s krunom na glavi?

Kada postaviti koje pitanje? Kada pitati nekoga dal je sve u redu? Koju pjesmu na postaji pustiti? Jesu li usamljeni? Kruže gradom cijelu noć. Danju su svjedoci uobičajenog lisabonskog života, noću gledaju Barrio Alto i glasne ulice grada. Ili možda samo dolje na Comerciu čekaju nekoga da se spusti i kaže im par portugalskih fraza da ih odveze u hostel, kamp ili gdje već da su odsjeli. Tko se najviše nasluša životnih priča? Kažu: taksisti i šankeri. Što je to u njima, da daju taj štih povjerenja? Jednostavno im vjerujemo. Ili su uvijek na pravom mjestu u pravo vrijeme. Tko će to znat.

Svakakve smo taksiste sretale. Prva noć u Lisabonu, vozio nas je jedan brbljavi taksist. Preljubazan. Pričao je sve jezike kojima smo raspolagale, engleski i španjolski. Bar ja. Rekao nam je koja mjesta posjetit u gradu, gdje slušati Fado…toliko se zapričao da je ostao pet minuta duže valjda kad smo došli do naših bungalova. To nam dakako nije naplatio.

Zatim bilo je toliko šutljivih taksista, da smo se mi toliko cerile i još pričale na naški o taksistu. Divota je to. Pričaš o osobi kraj nje a ona ne kuži niš. Divota rijetkog hrvatskog jezike. Ti kužiš njih, ali oni tebe ne.

I, moj favorit jedan taksist. Daklem, malo nacvrcane smo ga zaustavile. Ja sam baš sebi bila kupila krunu i nosila je po gradu. Sad ne znam zašto, ali tada mi se nosila svjetlucava kruna. Lik me uopće nije čudno gledao. Kao da je sasvim normalno da ljudi iz čista mira nose krune. Daklem, bio je skroz miran. No, kad se frendici dogodila nezgodica jer joj je bilo mučno, totalno je popizdio. Ali ono teatralno. Mlataranje rukama, nevjerica… bla bla. Zapravo je tip htio izvući dvadesetak dolara viška…

Nama je to naravski sada smješno, ali samo ću spomenuti da kao vozač taksija trebaš imati i neke elemente glume u svome nastupu. Što dramatičnije to bolje.

Dogodilo se i to da nam je par puta taksi bio pravi spas. Netko te gnjavi…zaustavi taksi. To je to. Kad razmišljam o Lisabonu, uz sve predivne stvari toga grada, ostali su mi urezani i taksisti. Dobro stoje tome gradu.

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o čemu?

o čemu? o gadostima života. Ali one najteže ljigarije. Da se očekivati i touch of pink kad me uhvati pms... onda i vrijeđam.



za išta vrijedno čitanja adresa je: art_poetique@yahoo.com


njih čitam, a neke gledam

Sally's Song

I sense there's something in the wind
That feels like tragedy's at hand
And though I'd like to stand by him
Can't shake this feeling that I have
The worst is just around the bend
And does he notice my feelings for him?
And will he see how much he means to me?
I think it's not to be
What will become of my dear friend?
Where will his actions lead us then?
Although I'd like to join the crowd
In their enthusiastic cloud
Try as I may, it doesn't last
And will we end up together?
No, I think not, it's never to become
For I am not the one



>Kako je sve prestalo? Valjda na isti način kako je i počelo. Malo ubrzano, bez ikakvog početka i bez ikakvog kraja. Ne znam…
Tu i tamo me nečiji parfem podsjeti na njega. Tu i tamo svi počinju nositi taj parfem. Odjednom svi počinju imati njegov miris. Onda gledam oko sebe jer mislim da je tu negdje, ali nikad ga nema. Često mislim da uopće tu nije riječ o njemu, mogao je biti to netko drugi, vjerojatno bi bilo svejedno. Samo ovako pred očima imam njegov lik i predodžbu o njemu koju vjerojatno on ne ispunjava. Mislim da se zaljubljujem u svoju kreaciju…s posuđenim likom nekoga, naravno. Nije bitno. Moda se mijenja.


A.M.

JUST COFFEE

HE WANTED BIGGER LOVE,
HAD TO HAVE IT LIKE HE
HAD TO DREAM HIMSELF
TO SLEEP. RECROSSED
HIS LEGS AND WAITED
FOR HER TEARS. WHEN
THEY CAME, HE HELD
HER HAND, PRETENDED
TO BE INTERESTED IN
SOMEONE WALKING BY
THEIR TABLE.


by V. Mortensen









What if...

If God had a name,
what would it be?
And would you call it to his face
if you were faced with him
in all his glory?
What would you ask if you had just one question?
And yeah,
yeah,
God is great.
Yeah,
yeah,
God is good.
And yeah,
yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah...
What if God was one of us?
Just a slob like one of us?
Just a stranger on the bus,
just tryin' to make his way home?
Back up to Heaven, all alone?
If God had a face,
what would it look like?
And would you want to see
if seeing meant that you would have to believe
in things like Heaven
and in Jesus and the saints
and all the prophets?
And yeah,
yeah,
God is great.
Yeah,
yeah,
God is good.
And yeah,
yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah...
What if God was one of us?
Just a slob like one of us?
Just a stranger on the bus,
just tryin' to make his way home?
Back up to Heaven, all alone?
Just tryin' to make his way home,
like a holy rollin' stone?
Nobody callin' on the phone,
'xcept for the Pope, maybe, in Rome...


Alanis Morisette




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R.E.M.

"Leaving New York"

It's quiet now
And what it brings
Is everything

Comes calling back
A brilliant night
I'm still awake

I looked ahead
I'm sure I saw you there

You don't need me
To tell you now
That nothing can compare

You might have laughed if I told you
You might have hidden A frown
You might have succeeded in changing me
I might have been turned around

It's easier to leave than to be left behind
Leaving was never my proud
Leaving New York, never easy
I saw the light fading out

Now life is sweet
And what it brings
I tried to take
But loneliness
It wears me out
It lies in way

And all not lost
Still in my eyes
The shadow of necklace
Across your thigh
I might've lived my life in a dream, but I swear
This is real
Memory fuses and shatters like glass
Mercurial future, forget the past
It's you, it's what I feel.

You might have laughed if I told you (it's pulling me apart)
You might have hidden a frown (change)
You might have succeeded in changing me (it's pulling me apart)
I might have been turned around (change)

It's easier to leave than to be left behind (it's pulling me apart)
Leaving was never my proud (change)
Leaving New York, never easy (it's pulling me apart)
I saw the light fading out
You find it in your heart, it's pulling me apart
You find it in your heart, change...

I told you, forever
I love you, forever
I told you, I love you
I love you, forever
I told you, forever
You never, you never
You told me forever

You might have laughed if I told you
You might have hidden the frown
You might have succeeded in changing me
I might have been turned around

It's easier to leave than to be left behind (it's pulling me apart)
Leaving was never my proud (change)
Leaving New York never easy (it's pulling me apart)
I saw the life fading out (change)
Leaving New York, never easy (it's pulling me apart)
I saw the light fading out (change)
Leaving New York never easy (it's pulling me apart)
I saw the life fading out (change)



James Blunt - You're Beautiful

My life is brilliant.

My life is brilliant.
My love is pure.
I saw an angel.
Of that I'm sure.
She smiled at me on the subway.
She was with another man.
But I won't lose no sleep on that,
'Cause I've got a plan.

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.

Yeah, she caught my eye,
As we walked on by.
She could see from my face that I was,
Fucking high,
And I don't think that I'll see her again,
But we shared a moment that will last till the end.

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
There must be an angel with a smile on her face,
When she thought up that I should be with you.

But it's time to face the truth,
I will never be with you.


a. morissette

An old man, turned 98
He won the lottery, and died the next day
It's a black fly in your chardonnay
It's a death row pardon, two minutes too late
And isn't it ironic?
Don't you think?

It's like rain, on your wedding day
It's a free ride, when you've already paid
It's the good advice, that you just didn't take
And who would've thought? It figures

Mr. Play-It-Safe, was afraid to fly
He packed his suitcase, and kissed his kids goodbye
He waited his whole damn life, to take that flight
And as the plane crashed down he thought, "Well isn't this nice"?
And isn't it ironic?
Don't you think?

It's like rain, on your wedding day
It's a free ride, when you've already paid
It's the good advice, that you just didn't take
And who would've thought? It figures

Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
When you think everything's okay and everything's going right
And life has a funny way of helping you out
When you think everything's gone wrong and everything blows up in your face

A traffic jam, when you're already late
A no smoking sign, on your cigarette break
It's like ten thousand spoons, when all you need is a knife
It's meeting the man of my dreams, and then meeting his beautiful wife
And isn't it ironic?
Don't you think?
A little too ironic?
Yeah I really do think

It's like rain, on your wedding day
It's a free ride, when you've already paid
It's the good advice, that you just didn't take
And who would've thought?
It figures

Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
And life has a funny, funny way, of helping you out
Helping you out

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