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13.12.2008., subota

ah, svašta!

Ove me subote, a vjerojatno i ostatak vikenda zubobolja prisilila na moju sobu. Naime, protekli sam tjedan gotovo provela kod zubarice trčeći poslije na posao, da mi je valjda tijelo i zubi loše reagiralo na takav tempo. sad imam gadnu upalu, pijem antibiotike i odbijam sve žive jer mi nije do druženja. ali, čini mi se da bol malo popušta. i bolje joj je, jer mi je dosta toga.

inače, samo mali osvrt na prethodne postove, nepušenja se još uvijek držim, osim kad izađem vanka. Tad malo pokleknem, ali samo malo.

Sad, prava tema ovog posta je valjda ljubomora. Bože, kakva gadna stvar. moram priznat da sam ja s godinama sve imunija na ljubomoru, ali me užasno začudi kad s vremena na vrijeme naletim na užasno ljubomorne osobe. ne znam zašto, što te to tjera iznutra da toliko zavidiš drugima? uništavaš sebe, uništavaš odnose s drugima...
Mala doza ljubomore u vezi je zdrava, kažu, ali gdje je granica? Sad neću pisat o ljubomori u vezi nego na radnom mjestu. Zašto? Zato što mi se čini da radim s jako ljubomornom osobom, a to me pomalo plaši. Zato što ta žena stvarno nema razloga biti ljubomorna, a opet, jest. I nisam samo ja upitanju, čini mi se da se to odnosi na sve ljude koji je okružuju. Ponekad mi dođe da joj priđem i kažem joj, čuj, ne moraš se brinuti, neću ti ja ništa. Zašto sve svi jednostavno ne možemo slagati? Zašto?

Zbog zubobolje ću i sada skratiti priču zato jer nemam više živaca. Nekom drugom prilikom ovo ću razradit.

ljudi, nemojte bit ljubomorni, samo sebi škodite... ništa nema od toga. stvarno ništa!


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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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