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26.04.2009., nedjelja

Za one koji me prate.. a da to i ne govore


Molitva za vas
prijatelje, koji ste uz mene
Koji ste ovdje
Znam ja dobro vas
da dišete
Iako vas je jako malo,
poznajem trag vašeg pogleda

Molim se za vas
da budete dobro
i da ne zaboravite me..

Molim se za vas,
vječni prijatelji
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Pjesme za download:
Sacred Warrior - He Died
Frank Sinatra – My Way
Don McLean - American Pie
Black Sabbath - Neon Knights
King Diamond - Dressed in White

Download albuma benda Nepal (bivši bend blogera http://rockapologetix.blog.hr):
Nepal - Freak Out

Nepal - Freak out - download pojedinačnih pjesama:
1. More Skin
2. In Need
3. My Universe
4. I Wanna Be Free Now
5. Flying Song
6. Pale Driver
7. Not At All
8. Never Let You Go
9. Nowhere To Go


"My name is Jesus. I Am the way."

Isus je osoba kojoj se divim.. kada se ne može naći utjeha, ljudi bi trebali pogledati njegov primjer i shvatiti da Krist je put.

Velike riječi..

quotations: EDGAR ALLAN POE

I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of Beauty.

smrt i umiranje:
Thank Heaven! the crisis,
The danger, is past,
And the lingering illness
Is over at last—
And the fever called "living"
Is conquered at last.

All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
I and my Annabel Lee -
With a love that the winged seraphs of Heaven
Coveted her and me.
(First version published in The New York Tribune on October 9, 1849. This final text, which appeared in Union Magazine in January 1850, is generally assumed to be referring to Poe's 13-year-old wife, Virginia Clemm.)

And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

Thou wast that all to me, love,
For which my soul did pine—
A green isle in the sea, love,
A fountain and a shrine.


dobro i zlo:
There are in every man, at every hour, two simultaneous postulations, one towards God, the other towards Satan.

The poet is like the prince of the clouds,
Who rides out the tempest and laughs at the archer.
But when he is exiled on the ground, amidst the clamour,
His giant's wings prevent him from walking.

There exist only three beings worthy of respect: the priest, the soldier, the poet. To know, to kill, to create.

Sjedinjene Američke Države:
The United States was nothing but a vast prison house for Poe, within which he moved in a state of feverish imagination, like someone born to breathe a sweeter air.

quotations: HERMANN HESSE

If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of yourself. What isn't part of ourselves doesn't disturb us.

Knowledge can be communicated but not wisdom.


To name an object is to destroy three-quarters of the pleasure given by a poem, which is gained little by little: to sest it, that is the ideal.

quotations: GERARD DE NERVAL

Despair and suicide are the result of certain fatal situations for those who have no faith in immortality, its joys and its sorrows.

I am the darkly shaded, the bereaved, the unconsoled,
The Prince of Aquitaine, with the blasted tower:
My only star is dead, and my star-studded lute
Wears the black sun of melancholy.


Two voices are there; one is of the sea,
One of the mountains; each a mighty voice:
In both from age to age thou didst rejoice,
They were thy chosen music, Liberty!

quotations: W. B. YEATS

A girl arose that had red mournful lips
And seemed the greatness of the world in tears,
Doomed like Odysseus and the labouring ships
And proud as Priam murdered with his peers.

život i smrt:
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public men, nor cheering crowds, A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

Too long a sacrifice
Can make a stone of the heart.

vrijeme koje prolazi:
The innocent and the beautiful
Have no enemy but time.

If we understand our own minds, and the things that are striving to utter themselves through our minds, we move others, not because we have understood or thought about those others, but because all life has the same root.


And o'er the hills, and far away
Beyond their utmost purple rim,
Beyond the night, across the day,
Thro' all the world she follow'd him.

For words, like Nature, half reveal
And half conceal the Soul within.

quotations: G. K. CHESTERTON

The madman is not the man who has lost his reason. The madman is the man who has lost everything except his reason.

"My country, right or wrong" is a thing that no patriot would think of saying, except in a desperate case. It is like saying "My mother, drunk or sober."

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea:
But we loved with a love that was more than love--
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her high-born kinsman came
And bore her away from me,

To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went on envying her and me--
Yes!--that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we--
Of many far wiser than we--
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling--my darling--my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea


Dobroćudni, mirni čitaoče,
Kome srce trezvenošću bije,
Baci ovu knjigu, vedra nije,
Iz nje sjeta i razvrat se toče.

Ako nisi školovat se htio
Kod Sotone-meštra prepredena-
Za tebe će ostat neshvaćena
Il' ćeš reći da sam mahnit bio.

Ako udes snagu ti je dao
Da zaroniš u ponore zala,
Štuj me, da bi ljubit me znao.

Bolna dušo, dušo radoznala,
Koja tražiš raj svoj, ti me sudi,
Požali me!- il prokleta budi!

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