sufixov kutak
30.04.2007., ponedjeljak
što je ovo?
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zar sam proglašen endemskom vrstom? zar izumiru ljudi koji imaju neke druge probleme,teme i sheme? zar zaista žene padaju na krkane mulce i ine devijacije ljudskosti? uvijek sam lakše bratao tuđim riječima pa ću i sada posegnuti za: "Brand New Day" How many of you people out there Been hurt in some kind of love affair And how many times do you swear that you'll never love again? How many lonely, sleepless nights How many lies, how many fights And why would you want to put yourself through all that again? "Love is pain," I hear you say Love has a cruel and bitter way Of paying you back for all the faith you ever had in your brain How could it be that what you need the most Can leave you feeling just like a ghost? You never want to feel so sad and lost again One day you could be looking Through an old book in rainy weather You see a picture of her smiling at you When you were still together You could be walking down the street And who should you chance to meet But that same old smile that you've been thinking of all day You can turn the clock to zero, honey I'll sell the stock, we'll spend all the money We're starting up a brand new day Turn the clock all the way back I wonder if she'll take me back I'm thinking in a brand new way Turn the clock to zero, sister You'll never know how much I missed her Starting up a brand new day Turn the clock to zero, boss The river's wide, we'll swim across Started up a brand new day It could happen to you - just like it happened to me There's simply no immunity - there's no guarantee I say love's such a force - if you find yourself in it And sometimes no reflection is there Baby wait a minute, wait a minute Wait a minute, wait a minute Wait a minute, wait a minute Turn the clock to zero, honey I'll sell the stock, we'll spend all the money We're starting up a brand new day Turn the clock to zero, Mac I'm begging her to take me back I'm thinking in a brand new way Turn the clock to zero, boss The river's wide, we'll swim across Started up a brand new day Turn the clock to zero buddy Don't wanna be no fuddy duddy Started up a brand new day I'm the rhythm in your tune I'm the sun and you're the moon I'm a bat and you're the cave You're the beach and I'm the wave I’m the plow and you’re the land You're the glove and I'm the hand I'm the train and you're the station I'm a flagpole to your nation - yeah Stand up all you lovers in the world Stand up and be counted every boy and every girl Stand up all you lovers in the world Starting up a brand new day I'm the present to your future You're the wound and I’m the suture You're the magnet to my pole I'm the devil in your soul You're the pupil I'm the teacher You're the church and I'm the preacher You're the flower I'm the rain You're the tunnel I'm the train Stand up all you lovers in the world Stand up and be counted every boy and every girl Stand up all you lovers in the world Starting up a brand new day You're the crop to my rotation You're the sum of my equation I'm the answer to your question If you follow my suggestion We can turn this ship around We'll go up instead of down You're the pan and I'm the handle You're the flame and I'm the candle Stand up all you lovers in the world Stand up and be counted every boy and every girl Stand up all you lovers in the world We're starting up a brand new day život je knjiga,tek na kraju ga shvatiš....... |
25.04.2007., srijeda
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Doista se čini takvim Odoka kao da ih nama Bljede u crnilu svakodenevice Rijetko ih se može vidjet I šteta što je tako LJepše je kad se pokažu Utišaju buku okružja Daju ti da vidiš njihovim očima I ne traže ništa zauzvrat..... |
17.04.2007., utorak
obećao sam nešto napisat pa evo.....
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Danas utorka gospodnjeg godine ove strefilo me nešto razmišljat. I mislim se i mislim..... I dalje se mislim... previše je emocionalno kljastih ljudi. previše je interesa u svakodnevnim stvarima koje nas okružuju.... čak ljudi i vole iz interesa... i gledaju nas/vas i pričaju s n/vama... iz interesa.... žive tj.životare na interesu. to me živcira,ljuti,jede,tišti.... nisam pametan... ili možda jesam a ne bih htio biti.... ma nisam pametan... |
15.04.2007., nedjelja
Dogodilo se jednom
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Bilo je to naime jučer. Pijanstvo biblijskih razmjera. A dan nije obećavao da bi tako moglo finut..... Naime pao je dogovor da Milat, Ajrin,Anica i mois odemo do popularnog Miletića u njegovu postojbinu na/u Gabrili/ma. Do dolaska sve je prošlo iznimno dobro iakko je bilo par blamova sa odabirom i kupnjom dara za majku dotčnog pozivatelja na objed. On inače ima u kući krvoloka u obličju «milog» kanarinca koji je meni počeo lagano nanosit traume svojim mahnitim obrušavajućim manevrima u blizini mog zračnog prostora. I kada smo postigli konsenzus oko odlaska u skipera na kafetinu,zaključismo da taj objekt opće ne radi subotom. Zaprepaštenje i nevjerica natjerala je našu malu skupinu da se raspadne i ode putima svojim. Ja sam finuo u ajriš pabu u old gradu... Pa u eminentnom lokalu u srcu Mokošice «Kiss» gdje uz taktove popularnog Mate Miše,Jasmina,Joška Čaglja i inih doajena naše estradne mlječne staze započeh svoju avanturu sa čašom. I onako lagano cijeli u delirium tremensu,ne odem na Joleta na Gromaču,već u grad. U Hemingwaya sam izvršio desant na jetru i bubrege mnogimod ponuđenih otrova koji bijahu pri ruci. Fuego sam istrpio čitavih 15 minuta i utekoh disat vani. Žena začuđujuće malo,maloljetnica pun penis. Ko ih pušta vanka u te ure pobogu. Doma su me dovele dobre vile kojima moram sagradit monumentalnu građevinu za dobro obavljanje posla. I prijatelju koji je vozio a pio je. Dosta. Cijeli dan pokušavam se sastavit nekako i izać iz kuće. Ne ide baš.... Lalića nisam finuo opće... Lipanj bladij lipanj... |
11.04.2007., srijeda
budalaste misli
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Pitala me danas jedna dobronoga kolegica neka ljubavno tematska pitanja na koja joj ja i ne umijeh baš dati odgovor pa se poslužih stihovima jednog bosanskog talijana. Jedne noci u decembru kad je bila hladna zima cuvao sam tebe Branka cuvao sam naseg sina. Ali niceg nije bilo osim one hladne noci mislio sam samo Branka kad cu opet kuci doci. Da u nasem toplom domu u tisini kraj kamina ljubim tvoje bijele ruke ljubim naseg malog sina. Po nekoj mojoj logici mislim da čovjek koji voli misli ovako i u uzvišenoj iskrenosti ovako nešto napiše. I da je to valjda bitak svega što bi nas trebalo okruživat.... |