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Pjesme,misli,razmišljanja....
Putopisi bez putovanja..
Razmišljanje bez tijela
Čitanje bez pameti.

Pozdravljam tebe čitaoče i želim ti svako dobro.
Ostani,ako želiš...
Ak ne idi i svako ti dobro.

Samo nemoj previše čitati ove postove
Jer oni su plod jednog uma koji
drugačije vidi stvari,nekada na krivi način,nekada na pravi.

Zato pročitaj i idi dalje =)

About?

_Odabrani_
NightAngel
Bloddy Angel
Endless cry
One love
My dreams
Promatram,razmišljam
Gothic Puppet
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__Na blogu bješe__

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One more magic potion


Once when we were returning from a battle,
and we got lost in a gloomy forest.
In the middle of the woods we saw an old house,
with tired minds we knocked the door very loudly.
Old woman opened the wooden door, she asked us to come in with kind words.
From her pot arose a scent so weird.
Stunning and bitter but very summoning.

Bring me a magic potion; it will heal my achin wounds.
A taste so bitter that makes my bleeding soul feel so good.
It will make us sing and dance in our endless feast.
Or it might even unleash the beast in me!

She filled our pints with the devils beverage.
And served another round with a hideous grim.


The world was spinning in a new light I saw,
everything and everyone was singing this song!

With nature, trolls and spirits of the forest.
We are on; let our singing rise up into the stars.
The Witch's magic drum was still beating hard.
When a goblin broughtme a new pint and together we roared!

Drink and dance!
People of the forest sing with us!
Who wants to brawl with me?
Who can shape a kantele from a pike's jaw?
Like the great One once did!

Close your eyes.
Calm your mind and drift away from the pain.
Beyond dreams.
Into the depths of the cauldron.

Like a rain it falls.
And mirrors natures healing powers.
Surrender this time.
And relife you shall find.

Catcher of souls.
Hunter of spirits.
Grant us a drop from the life's elixir.
I want to drawn all my misery.
Into the green trolls blood.
And brown swamp drink.
Fight against diminishing time.
Burden of a solitary warrior's life.
So catcher of souls.
Hunter of spirits.
Grant us the final drop from the life's elixir.

Bring me a magic potion; it will heal my achin wounds.
A taste so bitter that makes my bleeding soul feel so good.
It will make us sing and dance in our endless feast.
Or it might even unleash the beast in me!




Principles Of Lust
by Enigma

Procedamus in pace
In nomine christi, amen...



Cum angelis et pueris, fideles inveniamur
Attollite portas, principes, vestras
Et elevamini, portae aeternales
Et introibit rex gloriae
Quis est iste rex glorie?



Sade, dit moi...
Sade, donne moi...



Procedamus in pace
In nomine christi, amen...



Sade dit moi qu'est ce que tu vas chercher?
La bien par le mal?
La vertu par le vice?
Sade dit moi pourquoi l'evangile du mal?
Si tu es contre dieu, tu es contre l'homme.
Sade es-tu diabolique ou divin?




Sade, dit moi...
Hosanna...
Sade, donne moi...
Hosanna...



In nomine christi, amen...
Part B(Find Love)
The Principles of Lust... are easy to understand

Do what you feel... feel until the end
The Principles of Lust... are burnt in your mind
Do what you want... do it until you find love



Part C(Sadness-Reprise)



Sade, dit moi...
Hosanna...
Sade, donne moi...
Hosanna...



The Lady of Shalott - Elaine of Astolat
Part I.

On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And thro' the field the road runs by
To many-tower'd Camelot;
And up and down the people go,
Gazing where the lilies blow
Round an island there below,
The island of Shalott.

Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Thro' the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four gray walls, and four gray towers,
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle imbowers
The Lady of Shalott.

By the margin, willow-veil'd
Slide the heavy barges trail'd
By slow horses; and unhail'd
The shallop flitteth silken-sail'd
Skimming down to Camelot:
But who hath seen her wave her hand?
Or at the casement seen her stand?
Or is she known in all the land,
The Lady of Shalott?

Only reapers, reaping early
In among the bearded barley,
Hear a song that echoes cheerly
From the river winding clearly,
Down to tower'd Camelot:
And by the moon the reaper weary,
Piling sheaves in uplands airy,
Listening, whispers "'Tis the fairy
Lady of Shalott."


Part II.

There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colours gay.
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if she stay
To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be,
And so she weaveth steadily,
And little other care hath she,
The Lady of Shalott.

And moving thro' a mirror clear
That hangs before her all the year,
Shadows of the world appear.
There she sees the highway near
Winding down to Camelot:
There the river eddy whirls,
And there the surly village-churls,
And the red cloaks of market girls,
Pass onward from Shalott.

Sometimes a troop of damsels glad,
An abbot on an ambling pad,
Sometimes a curly shepherd-lad,
Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad,
Goes by to tower'd Camelot;
And sometimes thro' the mirror blue
The knights come riding two and two:
She hath no loyal knight and true,
The Lady of Shalott.

But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror's magic sights,
For often thro' the silent nights
A funeral, with plumes and lights
And music, went to Camelot:
Or when the moon was overhead,
Came two young lovers lately wed;
"I am half-sick of shadows," said
The Lady of Shalott.

Part III.

A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,
He rode between the barley-sheaves,
The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves,
And flamed upon the brazen greaves
Of bold Sir Lancelot.
A redcross knight for ever kneel'd
To a lady in his shield,
That sparkled on the yellow field,
Beside remote Shalott.

The gemmy bridle glitter'd free,
Like to some branch of stars we see
Hung in the golden Galaxy.
The bridle-bells rang merrily
As he rode down to Camelot:
And from his blazon'd baldric slung
A mighty silver bugle hung,
And as he rode his armour rung,
Beside remote Shalott.

All in the blue unclouded weather
Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather,
The helmet and the helmet-feather
Burn'd like one burning flame together,
As he rode down to Camelot.
As often thro' the purple night,
Below the starry clusters bright,
Some bearded meteor, trailing light,
Moves over still Shalott.

His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd;
On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode;
From underneath his helmet flow'd
His coal-black curls as on he rode,
As he rode down to Camelot.
From the bank and from the river
He flash'd into the crystal mirror,
"Tirra lirra," by the river
Sang Sir Lancelot.

She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces thro' the room,
She saw the water-lily bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
She look'd down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror crack'd from side to side;
"The curse is come upon me," cried
The Lady of Shalott.


Part IV.

In the stormy east-wind straining,
The pale-yellow woods were waning,
The broad stream in his banks complaining,
Heavily the low sky raining
Over tower'd Camelot;
Down she came and found a boat
Beneath a willow left afloat,
And round about the prow she wrote
The Lady of Shalott.

And down the river's dim expanse--
Like some bold seër in a trance,
Seeing all his own mischance--
With a glassy countenance
Did she look to Camelot.
And at the closing of the day
She loosed the chain, and down she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,
The Lady of Shalott.

Lying, robed in snowy white
That loosely flew to left and right--
The leaves upon her falling light--
Thro' the noises of the night
She floated down to Camelot:
And as the boat-head wound along
The willowy hills and fields among,
They heard her singing her last song,
The Lady of Shalott.

Heard a carol, mournful, holy,
Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,
Till her blood was frozen slowly,
And her eyes were darken'd wholly,
Turn'd to tower'd Camelot;
For ere she reach'd upon the tide
The first house by the water-side,
Singing in her song she died,
The Lady of Shalott.

Under tower and balcony,
By garden-wall and gallery,
A gleaming shape she floated by,
A corse between the houses high,
Silent into Camelot.
Out upon the wharfs they came,
Knight and burgher, lord and dame,
And round the prow they read her name,
The Lady of Shalott.

Who is this? and what is here?
And in the lighted palace near
Died the sound of royal cheer;
And they cross'd themselves for fear,
All the knights at Camelot:
But Lancelot mused a little space;
He said, "She has a lovely face;
God in his mercy lend her grace,
The Lady of Shalott."

Odabrani

NightAngel

nedjelja, 30.09.2007.

Šuma

Kroz svijetlo večernje šume

Uz pjev ptica

i sitne korake malenih životinja

Skoro se osjete oni

oni koji su tu od davnina

koji čuvaju šumu

Iza drveća
se skrivaju

svoju prisutnost rijetko otkrivaju

koracaju šumom noćima

i paze na nju stoljećima

Vidjeti ih se može

ali čistom srcu oni svoju prisutnost otkriše

Jer oni su kao vjetar u krošnji
Kao list na stablu

Kao poljana zavijena u maglu...

U rana maglovita jutra

u uspavanoj šumi

oni hodaju i dalje

bez neke staze,bez nekog puta...

petak, 28.09.2007.

Leaving Home

Be back by Monday

Svima ugodan Weekend.

Just go out & Have Fun :)

četvrtak, 27.09.2007.

Ishin No Requiem

Pogled u daljinu

VIde se brda
Vide se rižina polja

Vide se šume
Vidi se hram

I tamo stoji on
Koji je život odredio da očuva zemlju

sada sjedi sam
na kamenu hladnom

pod malim trešnjinim stablom

Gleda u cvijet trešnje

i sjeća se svoje ljubavi grešne

kako je uzeo što nije smio
i nakraju ju je napustio

zbog drugih život je uzimao
a sebi ništa nije davao

i tako je on otišao

jer nije mogao više da drugi zbog njega pate još više

sada u miru Budinog hrama
On se prisjeća tih dana

I sada je pronašao mir
ALI sjećanja ostaju uvjek sa njim

srijeda, 26.09.2007.

Uspjeh

Tko će reći
Tko će poreći

da se u životu
nemože sve steći

koliko ćeš znati
da ljubav treba se da uhvati

Da treba vjerovati
Jer drugačije nećeš uspjeti

ali treba znati i reći Hvala

Ja kažem hvala Bogu

a drugi kako već mogu

Ako nemaš već reći kome
reci Hvala ocu svome

utorak, 25.09.2007.

vjetar

stojeći sam
između sutra i danas

osjetio sam blagi vjetar
kako puše niz doline

sjećanja
nadanja
želja

On polako klizi
Jer voli da šeće
i nikada stati neće


O vjetre,ti Vječni stvoru
reci ti meni kako da pozdravim ljubav svoju?

kad ona meni blizu nije
u moje ime poljubi je

ozdravi ju i neka
neka vesela bude

jer još malo i vikend tu je

:)

nedjelja, 23.09.2007.

O vitezu

U noći punog mjeseca,u sanjivoj dolini...
Tiho tiho čuju se topoti kopita
I jedan sivi lik po magli prolazi

On je imao jednom sreću
imao jednom nadu
imao jednom želju
A sada samo mu sjećanja ostaju

Bio je veliki ratnik
Umjetnik mača,koji je uzimao život dušmanu svome
da bi dao svoje
srce njoj koja ga je čekala u dvorcu velikome

Ali došao je dan
kada morao je u veliki boj da pođe
i za slobodu da se izboriše

Ona ga je čekala,vjerno i tiho
ali od njega glasa nedolaziše

tako popustile njoj nade i otišla
ona druge u zagrljaje

Jer bijah on ranjen
ali na svoju dragu je mislio
pa je ljuti ratnikov boj
prebolio

u nadi dođoše doma
ali nije dragu svoju našao više
jer godine su prošle

i mislilo se da ga nema više

I tako je svoje dveri napustio on i u noć se zaputio
i nije se više vratio

Hodi on po svijetu
Misleći kako je jednom imao sve
ali sve je tako bilo kratko

Skoro da li toga uopće bijaše,ili ne?

subota, 22.09.2007.

Izgubljen

Zbogom prijatelju
koji nemisliš

zbogom prijatelju
koji nerazmišljaš

zbogom prijatelju
koji ćeš požaliti

zbogom prijatelju

koji ćeš shvatiti kasno
da se netreba uvjek ljubiti jako strasno

možda sada misliš da si sretan
ali nevidiš da ćeš ostati ostavljen
i napušeten

jer ona nije kao ti
samo ćeš to u loše vrijeme shvatiti

petak, 21.09.2007.

Poljubac?

Nekada se znam sjetiti
Kako smo ti i ja

Hodali skupa
Pričali skupa

Razmišljali skupa
Smijali se skupa

A onda se se dogodilo
nešto što nas je obadvoje pogodilo

možda više mene nego tebe
ali nije važno

jer sam poželio da osjetim tvoje usne
strasno

i onda
u noći zimskoj

dogodila si se ti
doogodio sam se ja

možda malo nepromišljeno
ali ispunila si mi želju

da te poljubim cijelu

kada su se usne spojile
oko mene su se zvijezde narojile

i sreća me obuzela
jer tako je naša ljubav počela


(posvećeno Ireni :)

četvrtak, 20.09.2007.

Keltski san

Mirno je......
Čuje se pjev ptica..
Sviće zora...

Po livadi zelenoj
Magla se diže
I svoj čaroban pir započinje

U šumi pored
Ptica se čuje pjev
kad vidi budi se mali kukurijek

Maleni cvijetak svoje latice širi
Da na njega padne koja kap rose
U polutmini


Kad gle iz šume se vidi
netko se kreće...

Kao vile iz šume
sad je tu pa ne,
nezna se više šta je stvarno a šta ne

Pa je tu pa ne..
Kad vidi,to je srna i njeno maleno lane...

Iz šume polako tapka
Dok sa nje svježa rosa kapka

Pozdravlja ona
Sunce koje se diže

I novi da koji je sve je bliže

srijeda, 19.09.2007.

Mač

(ova će biti drugačija)

U tmini noći...
Pod sjajem zvijezda...

On stoji u mnoštvu
Srce mu bubnja u ušima
Bubnjevi se čuju

Um mu je oštar
Mačevi zveče

Steže mač oko pasa
Upire pogled u daljinu

Dok smrt ga iz ugla čeka
On na svoju dragu misli

I svoje dijete
Dok okolo traži svoje mete

Spreman je
Kreće..
Mnoštvo juri..

Mačevi zveče
Bubnjevi udaraju
Život tuđi uzeti moraju

Jer pobjediti se mora
Ako se želi vidjeti zora

utorak, 18.09.2007.

Sreća

Samo jedan pogled u tvoje oči
Samo jedan dodir
Samo jedan osjet

Čini me da sam važan
sretan
zaokupljen

Volim kako se smiješ
Kako sve to možeš
Da mi uvjek nađeš načina da pomogneš

Da mi sve brige odagnaš
Pogledom jednim

To me čini sretnim..

Nadam se da ćemo biti zajedno
Dugo
Dugo..
Do starosti...ako ništa drugo

ponedjeljak, 17.09.2007.

I cant sleep

Ti..
Noć je tiha...
Stast je vrela..
Želi da spoji naša dva tijela...

Gledaš me
Skidaš me
Ljubiš me
Želiš me

Gledam te
Volim te
Ljubim te
Skidam te

Usne nam se spajaju
Toplina je vrela
Kako bi me samo htjela

U trenutku tom
Spojeni smo tijelom

Sada smo kao jedno
Ulazim u tebe

Uzdišeš...
Grebeš me...
Nepuštaš me...

Želim te,,,
Imam te...
VOLIM TE!

utorak, 11.09.2007.

Želja

Pogledom u noć
U meni se budi želja

Želja da postanem kao netko
Netko drugi
Onaj koji vidi
Onaj koji čuje
Onaj koji TEBE štuje

Želim...
Želim da osjećam
Želim da volim
Ako treba i da na koljenima te molim

Lako je srcu koje voli..
Ja želim....

Čežnja

Čežnja

Želim te sada
Tu kakva jesi
Jer mi srce lupa jako
želim te o požudo moja slatko

Toplinom žariš
sreća mi jesi
Koliko da ti kažem
ŽELIM TE SADA,KAKVA JESI.

ponedjeljak, 10.09.2007.

Noćna misao

U tišini noći
slušam pjev tmine
Zavija me svojim glasom
i u dušu mi zadire

Mira mi ne da
Tama oko mene
Koliko želi da uzme dio mene

Bježi od mene
Crne li misli
Jer doći će i dan
kada će svijetlost da zablisti

Zalazak

suton

Pri zalasku sunce
pogledao sam gore
kada vidi zvijezde se roje
1,2,3 kad vidi tamo
zvijezda mala
a to si ti u mom srcu zasjala

Malena

Ti si meni sreća
Ti si meni smijeh
Ti si meni najljepši cvijet

Noć

u tamnoj dubini noći
sjedim
gledam...
očekujem...
nadam se da ćeš doći.
Kiša...
Vjetar...
Nema te...
Ja sam tu..
Onaj koji vječno čeka,želi,samuje..
Nema te...
Koliko ti toga želim reći
Nazire se mjesec...
Vide se i zvijezde...
Mislim na tebe...
ALi...
Nema te...