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petak, 16.12.2005.

prsti u zemlji

jučer sam napokon presadila cvijet, koji je na to čekao prilično dugo. opet sam bila u strci s vremenom, pa hrpu toga nisam stigla, uključujući i toliko stvari koje volim raditi. tako da danima nisam bila ni na dravi - mom izvoru mira i dodiru s prirodom koji me tako smiruje. plavim, zelenim i smeđim prizorima, mirisu pijeska i zvukovima šume. mislim da ću otići čim završim tekst :)
jučer me to presađivanje cvijeta malo vratilo u ravnotežu - crna zemlja pod noktima, a u nosnicama njen vlažni miris. cvijet raste kao blesav - nemam pojma koja je to vrsta, ali sad već dobrano prešišao metar i pol. definitivno smirujuća aktivnost.
a jučer sam čula i ovu stvar, nakon dosta vremena. volim ju, nekako je ljepa i tužna... ne volim kad nešto na očigled prolazi.. idem sada baš tamo.

I come from down in the valley
where mister when you're young
They bring you up to do like your daddy done
Me and Mary we met in high school
when she was just seventeen
We'd ride out of that valley down to where the fields were green

We'd go down to the river
And into the river we'd dive
Oh down to the river we'd ride

Then I got Mary pregnant
and man that was all she wrote
And for my nineteenth birthday I got a union card and a wedding coat
We went down to the courthouse
and the judge put it all to rest
No wedding day smiles no walk down the aisle
No flowers no wedding dress

That night we went down to the river
And into the river we'd dive
Oh down to the river we did ride

I got a job working construction for the Johnstown Company
But lately there ain't been much work on account of the economy
Now all the things that seemed so important
Well mister they vanished right into the air
Now I just act like I don't remember
Mary acts like she don't care

But I remember us riding in my brother's car
Her body tan and wet down at the reservoir
At night on the banks I'd lie awake
And pull her close just to feel each breath she'd take
Now those memories come back to haunt me
they haunt me like a curse
Is a dream a lie if it don't come true
Or is it something worse
that sends me down to the river
though I know the river is dry
That sends me down to the river tonight
Down to the river
my baby and I
Oh down to the river we ride

Bruce Springsteen

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