subota, 28.04.2007.

ukratko

idem van.
kao i jučer.
jučer je bilo lijepo.
ne "lipo", nego baš "lijepo". koliko god dalmatinka ja bila, riječ "lijepo" mi ima baš tu neku gracioznost, da se tako nespretno izrazim, skoro pa onomatopeju. lijepo. lijepo.
baš. lijepo.
nda, bilo je lijepo.
i bilo je toplo.
i bila je gužva.
i osjećala sam neku čudnu, odavno neosjećenu slobodu dok sam se probijala kroz tu gužvu.
i zaljubila sam se na prvi pogled.
i taj je pogled završio jednim namigom.

ujutro sam se probudila nezaljubljena.
nestade magije.

vraćam se starim boljkama, kao uostalom, i svaki put.
ali to je dobro.
jednako dobro kao i osjećaj kad se vraćaš kući u tri ipo ujutro i nije ti zima, i smješiš se kroz prozor tramvaja čisto onako, bez nekog velikog razloga.
jer je proljeće.

a nije samo u luki nižetiću nemir.

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Sexy Barbica, 05.06.2006. u 21:34
Ma ne moj molim te, ti si jako ljubomorna jer sam ja jako seksi. Ti si ružna prištava i frustrirana tinejđerica koju nitko ne želi. Nemoj mi tu srat o nekim metalima jer ja imam kemiju 3 , a ti 1. i naravno ja sam navijačica a ti si droljica!

(ne slušajte me kad počnem srat o metalima rofl)

And maybe you're the Circle Line girl, trying so hard not to let on you know I'm looking at the way your toes poke out through your sandals, at funny angles to your feet, and how you know it turns me on

Or maybe you're the Spanish girl, playing with your hair as you wait for your friend in that wild octagon of mirrors the Tate calls a coffee shop ..... And I can smell that hair from here, and I can see from eight different angles the way your nipples look through that thin black cotton top, reflected to infinity ..... And oh God it's places like that and purple-tipped prose like this, that's going to haemorrhage me girl .....

Ooh it's true:
Girl I'm only doing it to be closer to you

Or maybe you're the bay window girl in Wandsworth Town, in ripped jeans and open venetians, painting the difficult corner of an empty room white under a naked bulb, leaning across the bar at the top of your stepladder at the precise moment I'm passing on the steep street at the bottom of your garden in the gathering night ..... voyeur's delight

Ooh it's true:
Girl I'm only doing it to be closer to you

Or maybe you're the foundation painter at the Central School, looking so fine-boned I could carry you home in your portfolio case, laced up gently so you won't cry out on the bus and give the game away, tied up lightly, because girl, how could I knowingly injure someone with your perfect lips and wrists, your exquisite structure ..... Oh little acrylic painter, I can kiss eggshells, I can be ginger, all the critics say I'm such a sensitive singer .....

Ooh it's true:
Girl I'm only doing it to be closer to you

And maybe you're listening to my voice now, on your Walkman or your bedsit Dansette, letting my songs slip into you on this quiet night in with your pads of doodles and your fingers full of pencils and low tar cigarettes ..... And the music's light and pleasant so you hardly notice what I'm singing about in 'Paper Wraps Rock' and 'Murderers, the Hope of Women', my voice is just a sound that pleases you, that enters you and leaves you just the same, and that's how I want it to stay, because, you know .....

Ooh it's true:
Girl I'm only doing it to be closer to you

But some of those were bitter records, records which accuse women, girls like you, of using your attractiveness wantonly and wilfully to trap and to paralyse men who wanted you and could never have you, men who sometimes felt the perverse urge to trash the women they desired the most, men who imagined they despised all those immaculate visions ..... what adolescent crap, what kind of idiot would sing that? Oh, not me because, you know .....

Ooh it's true:
Girl I'm only doing it to be closer to you

But sometimes I think that every man who writes, every man who paints or composes, deep soul or symphonies, it makes no difference, all those men are only making do with substitutes: Solomon, Confucius, Franz Kafka, they'd never have done it if they'd been as beautiful as you, sitting cross-legged there with gentle music lapping around a promise, there where your thighs meet, of fertility a million artists couldn't compete with

Ooh it's true:
Girl I'm only doing it to be closer to you

And all the time I see you there in the eye of my mind, and all that cheap macho stuff about de Sade and misogyny vanishes into thin air and I'm moved to tears just like any other sucker who's been bruised by all the things that weren't to be, and yet who's ready to fall down on his knees in front of a woman and say "Whatever you may do, whatever you may be to me, despite the times we disagree, your ridiculous ambitions, your conventional inhibitions, I want you to know that I respect you, I accept you and I want you to accept me, I want to kiss you, kiss your stockinged knee, accept the uniquely soft flesh on the undersides of your hips"

Ooh it's true:
Girl I'm only doing it to be closer to you

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1. pribit ću te ko vola u kupusu (???)
2.ubiti oko (livo ili desno?)
3.najebat ko žuti (kako to žuti, pobogu, najebaje?)
4.ritko na plitko
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19. za babino brašno
20. ni vrit ni mimo

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