Angelus revealed
EGOCENTRIK: faza ne volim
- mrak u 15.30 sati
- mrak u 16.30 sati
- mrak u 17.30 sati
- mrak u 18.30 sati
OK, NE VOLIM MRAK PRIJE 20.30 SATI!!!
- promjene raspoloženja pod utjecajem hormona
- snijeg (mada je ovo podložno promjenama)
- zimu (ni bilo što povezano s njom)
- kuruzu, cajke, narodnjake
- hrvatske nadri glumce u sapunicama
- politiku (bljak)
- guzičenje, guženje, guzanje, guzovanje... ugl. ovo što naš vrli premijer sad radi u Americi
- biti na godišnjem samo 4 dana
- ričet, fileke, morske plodove, tlačenicu (prezvuršt)
- kad tijekom radnog vremena nemam posla (kao sad npr.)
- dvoličnost, spletke, netoleranciju
I TAK...
Apparition
I felt you, just like I ever did, before I saw you. I knew you, despite my fear of your face being obliviated as a result of too many years gone by. However, you did not look at me, not once have you lifted your eyes to meet mine. It is possible that I had no right looking at you, either. Who am I kidding? I never could resist looking at you. No, you did not once look at me. I thought it for the best while turning around the corner and realising that I have lost all of my crowd.
I felt you. In a second you stood an inch away from me, smiled, sent goosebumps down my spine when you touched my arm. That sinister look you always bore melted me. What you said with your eyes, how their colour described the world of longing, hidden passion, sinfull thoughts, that world which I said goodbye to, or at least made myself believe so and which you woke just by being there.
You are in my blood. An echo stormed through my mind, an echo of your voice shouting those words, how long ago? Well, turns out you are in mine, too. Yes, I did oppose, said that things changed, that I don't want to, can't leave with you, but what are words in a game of lust but a foreplay, delay of temptation, a sorry excuse that noone hears. Not really. They didn't even convince me. When our worlds entwine, reality that was so far seizes to exist.
I felt you. You. The one that over and over again took, takes my breath away. The one that always made me feel beautiful. For whom I forgot all else. The one I do not wish to dream of again.
ZABORAVNI EGOCENTRIK
Khm, khm, čak prije 9 dana je bio rođendan jednom jako dragom frendu, a ja bedača sam zaboravila. I onda sam mu poslala ovaj mail.
Ovak se desilo:
Kasno navečer, 02. listopada tekuće godine, primjetila sam kroz prozor sobe jako svjetlo. Prvo sam mislila da je mjesec opet nisko, ali čak ni da je bil na krovu šupe ispod prozora ne bi svjetlil tak jako. Tijekom tog razmišljanja začula sam zvuk koji se jedino može opisati kao spuštanje hidrauličnih vrata. Odjednom su rešetke s prozora pretvorne u prah, a staklo prozora u blob-astu masu. Pred sobom sam ugledala Brada Pitta.
- Ja zapravo nisam onaj za kog me smatraš, ali će ti ovako sigurno biti lakše procesirati informaciju DA TE OTIMAMO!!!
- Tko?
- MI!!!
- Tko?
- Uf... pa vanzemaljci!!!
- I svi izgledate ko Brad Pitt?
- Ne, ostali će izgledati kao druge osobe sa tvoje naj liste.
- Uuuu, i kud idemo?
- Dosta pitanja, upadaj!
Sreća da sam baš tu večer imala na sebi omiljene prugaste Marks&Spencer piđama hlače i odgovarajuću majcu na bretele.
Uveli su me u brod koji je iznutra izledal puno veći nego izvana i ja sam, očarana ko Harry Potter na svjetskom prvenstvu u metloboju, uskliknula: I LOVE MAGIC! Odmah nakon toga do mene se došetal Legolas, tj. Orlando Bloom u kostimu Legolasa i dao mi komadić lembas kruha.
- Za okrijepu i snagu.
Bila sam malo sumljičava, ali tko bi odolio tim šiljastim ušima i dugoj plavoj kosi. I svemu ostalome. Naivka sam uzela i sljedeće čega se sjećam je buđenje danas ujutro u vlastitom krevetu sa zatupljujućom boli u svim kostima i mišićima.
- Za okrijepu i snagu, my ass!
Eto, sad kad si upoznat sa ovim nevjerojatnim, ali posve istinitim događajima u kojima sam, ne svojom voljom, sudjelovala, nadam se da shvaćaš da ti nikako nisam rođendan mogla čestitati na vrijeme. Zato ti ga čestitam sad. ;)
Pokunjena Angelus
Kaj mislite, bude mi oprostil???
Madame narf
I saw her... my heart was touched
as if by an angel's wing, yet she was no angel,
she came from the sea far far away.
My heart was touched... it sang of sorrow no more,
instead, new sound echoed,
from the time before mine,
when people listened... believed... prospered.
It sang of sorrow no more... now a tale of hope grew wide in it,
coloured the darkness blue, like her wet hair,
cleansed the secrets with tears and love.
A tale of hope grew... throughout the place
humans believed again... compassion awoke,
every hand helped to happy end the fairy tale.
* = gledala sam jučer Lady in the water, i očarana sam.