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subota, 29.04.2006.
Zasto sam svojoj tajnici dao otkaz?
Prije dva tjedna napunio sam 38 godina. Ujutro na svoj rodjendan sam se probudio prilicno neraspolozen, no, godine cine svoje!
Otisao sam u kuhinju uvjeren da ce mi zena osvjeziti dan s jednim: "Dobro jutro i sretan rodjendan, muzicu moj zlatni!" A vjerovatno me i iznenadi kakvim darkom. Nista. Nije rekla ni dobro jutro, a kamoli ostalo cemu sam se nadao!
Dobro, pomislio sam, s godinama postanu takve, ali djeca, ta su me se sigurno sjetila. Isto tako nisu nista rekli.
Duboko razocaran otisao sam na posao. Cim sam usao u ured, docekala me moja tajnica Lidija sa osmjehom na licu i procvrkutala: "Dobro jutro, gospodine sefe, i sve najbolje za Vas rodjendan!" Odmah sam se osjetio bolje. Ipak se netko sjetio da mi je danas rodjendan.
Udubio sam u posao i radio do podneva. Tada je na vrata pokucala Lidija: "Znate sefe, danas je tako lijep dan, a i rodjendan Vam je, pozivam Vas na rucak!". "To je najljepsa stvar koju sam danas cuo", odvratih, "Idemo?"
Otisli smo na rucak u odlicni mali intimni restoran na periferiji, priustili smo si martini (nekoliko) i beskrajno uzivali u odlicnoj hrani.
Kad smo se vracali natrag, rekla je Lidija: "Znate sefe, tako je poseban dan, cemu se vracati u ured?". "Stvarno imate pravo", rekao sam, kao svaki dobar sef zadovoljan svojom tajnicom. "Onda Vas pozivam k sebi na casu vina!"
U njenom stanu sam se udobno smjestio, Lidija nam je natocila vino i kad smo se kucnuli, rekla je:
"Samo trenutak, sefe, da odjenem nesto udobnije!".
"Svakako, samo dajte!", otpovrnuo sam, vidno uzbudjen i u treptavom iscekivanju.
Otisla je u spavacu sobu i vratila se nakon nekih pet minuta. U rukama je nosila veliku tortu, a iza nje su isli moja zena, moja djeca, prijatelji i nekoliko kolega s posla. I svi su pjevali "Happy birthday to You...".
A ja sam sjedio na kaucu potpuno iznenadjen i gol golcat...
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Sunday morning
Sunday morning rain is falling
Steal some covers share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that I am in
But things just get so crazy
Living life gets hard to do
And I would gladly hit the road
Get up and go if I knew
That someday it would lead me back to you
That someday it would lead me back to you
That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
And I never want to leave
Fingers trace your every outline
Paint a picture with my hands
And back and forth we sway
Like branches in a storm
Change of weather
Still together when it ends
THAT MAY BE ALL I NEED
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
And I never want to leave
But things just get so crazy
Living life gets hard to do
Sunday morning rain is falling
And I'm calling out to you
Singing someday it will bring me back to you
Find a way to bring myself back home to you
You may not know
THAT MAY BE ALL I NEED
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
Driving slow, yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah
There's a flower in your hair
I'm a flower in your hair
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah
Whoa, yeah
She will be loved
Beauty queen of only eighteen
She had some trouble with herself
He was always there to help her
She always belonged to someone else
I drove for miles and miles
And wound up at your door
I've had you so many times but somehow
I want more
I don't mind spending every day
out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
Tap on my window knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful
I know I tend to get so insecure
It doesn't matter anymore
It's not always rainbows and butterflies
It's compromise that moves us along(yeeah)
My heart is full and my doors always open
You can come anytime you want(yeah!)
I don't mind spending every day
out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
I know where you hide
Alone in your car
Know all of the things that make you who you are
I know that goodbye means nothing at all
Comes back and begs me catch her every time she falls(yeeahh)
Tap on my window,
Knock on my door
I wanna make you feel beautiful
I don't mind spending every day
out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look at the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she Will be loved
(Tried so hard to say goodbye)
I dont mind spending everyday ( Please don't try so hard to say goodbye)
out on your corner in the pouring rain (Please don't try so hard to say goodbye)
(Please don't try so hard to say goodbye)
(fades out)
