Waiting for the Sun, iliti Inventura... ponovno...
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The Doors - Waiting for the Sun At first flash of Eden We race down to the sea Standing there on Freedom's shore Waiting for the sun Waiting for the sun Waiting for the sun Can you feel it Now that Spring has come That it's time to live In the scattered sun Waiting for the sun Waiting for the sun Waiting for the sun. Waiting for the sun Waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, Waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting... Waiting for you to come along Waiting for you to hear my song Waiting for you to come along Waiting for you to tell me what went wrong This is the strangest life I've ever known Can you feel it Now that Spring has come That it's time to live In the scattered sun. Waiting for the sun Waiting for the sun Waiting for the sun Waiting for the sun Dragi moji, Kao što ste i iz samoga naslova mogli zaključiti, opet sam zapeo u inventuri... Hoće li ona biti redovna, godišnja inventura, ili pak će se njome, konačno i definitivno zatvoriti jedno poglavlje knjige (za koju ponekad imam vrlo jaki osjećaj da je nisam sam pisao, a o kojoj sam vam uporno, ponekad i gnjavatorski, govorio) u ovome trenu ni sam ne znam... Ono što znam jest, da se svake godine iznova, nekako sa samim njenim početkom i s prvim sunčanim danima, kod mene javlja nekakovo stanje sjete, gotovo tuge... koje je iz godine u godinu sve teže, sve tiše... A sjeta slaže slike, oblikuje misli u već oprobane sljedove... vrtloži misli onako kako ne bi trebalo... i tvori deterministički kaos... u čijem sam centru ja... I ono što je nekoć bilo blagotvorno, pače - ljekovito, odjednom postaje pogubno... pa zagubljen u hodnicima sjećanja, u frazama života, kljaštrim rasplinute sne, ogoljujem ontološke kosti... No da... (o)lako je tome razmišljati... teško je nešto suvislo reći... Well, anyway... I ovo je jutro mirisalo na Rodos... I kao što sam nekada (gotovo požudno) u svoja pluća udisao dim cigarete, tako sam jutros u sebe uvlačio miris blagoga, svježega jutra koje prethodi toplome danu... Jasno... i te će tuge nestati... A lijek... lijek je samo jedan: U2 - Love Is Blindness Love is blindness I don't wanna see Won't you wrap the night Around me? Oh my heart Love is blindness In a parked car In a crowded street You see your love Made complete Thread is ripping The knot is slipping Love is blindness Love is clockworks And cold steel Fingers too numb to feel Squeeze the handle Blow out the candle Love is blindness Love is blindness I don't want to see Won't you wrap the night Around me? Oh my love Blindness A little death Without mourning No call And no warning Baby, a dangerous idea That almost makes sense Love is drowning In a deep well All the secrets And no one to tell Take the money Honey Blindness Love is blindness I don't want to see Won't you wrap the night Around me? Oh my love Blindness |