Nisam od onih osoba koje se lako otvore. Uglavnom sve držim u sebi. I sreću i tugu. Naročito tugu. Znam da to nije dobro, ali takva sam. Mislim, pravi prijatelj će osjetiti, i na moje osjećaje odgovoriti će osjećajima punim razumjevanja, i to će biti dovoljna utjeha. Jer, jednostavno imam osjećaj, ako počnem pričati o onom lošem što mi se događa, neću se moći zaustaviti, do kraja ću se i rasplakati, i upropastiću dan i sebi, i dragim ljudima. A to ne volim, volim ih nasmijati, vidjeti ih sretne. I uglavnom to i radim, čak i kad bih plakala na sav glas, izigravam ''dvorsku ludu'', da bih njima, dragim ljudima, izmamila osmijeh. I tada i meni bude lakše... jer, sjaj tog osmijeha padne i na mene...
E, sad, nije da i ja nekad ne kukam. Prosto, dođe trenutak kad više ne mogu, kad moram izbaciti iz sebe to što me muči, ispričati nekom... Ali, ne bilo kome... Na prste jedne ruke mogu izbrojati ljude kojima sam u stanju povjeriti se. I ti ljudi su, ustvari, i jedini koje smatram pravim prijateljima, onim zauvijek. I smatram da oni to znaju, iako im ne govorim. Jer, ni takve stvari ne volim često govoriti . Ali, takve stvari bi trebalo osjetiti. Međutim... Ljudi valjda čuju samo ušima, rijetko čuju i srcem. I samo ono što čuju prihvaćaju... ono neizgovoreno, to se ne čuje... nije pretvoreno u riječi, samim tim nema oblik... ni jasno značenje...
...Ponekad shvatim da ljudi koje smatram pravim prijateljima, za koje sam ubjeđena da me znaju, rijetko slušaju srcem... možda ne znaju... ili znaju, ali ne žele, jer priznaju samo onu izgovorenu riječ... ona neizgovorena za njih nema težinu... Iako je snažnija i glasnija... jer dolazi od srca...
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By The Way
(Red Hot Chili Peppers)
Standing in line to see the show tonight,
And there's a light on,
Heavy glow.
By the way I tried to say I'd be there,
Waiting for.
Dani the girl is singing songs to me,
Beneath the marquee,
Overload.
Steak knife.
Card Shark.
Con job.
Boot cut.
Skin that flick, she's such a little DJ.
Get there quick by street but not the freeway.
Turn that trick to make a little leeway.
Beat that nic but not the way that we play.
Dog town.
Blood bath.
Rib cage.
Soft tail.
Standing in line to see the show tonight,
And there's a light on,
Heavy glow.
By the way I tried to say I'd be there,
Waiting for.
Black jack.
Dope dick.
Pawn shop.
Quick pick.
Kiss that dyke, I know you want to hold one.
Not on strike, but I'm about to bowl one.
Bite that mic, I know you never stole one.
Girls that like a story so I told one.
Song bird.
Cash back.
Main line.
Hard top.
Standing in line to see the show tonight,
And there's a light on,
Heavy glow.
By the way I tried to say I'd be there,
Waiting for.
Dani the girl is singing songs to me,
Beneath the marquee... of her soul.
By the way I tried to say I'd be there,
Waiting for.
Ooh ahh, guess you never meant it.
Ooh ahh, guess you never meant it.
Ooh ahh, guess you never meant it.
Ooh ahh, guess you never meant it.
Ooh ahh, guess you never meant it.
Ooh ahh, guess you never meant it.
Ooh ahh, guess you never meant it.
Ohh ahh.
Standing in line to see the show tonight,
And there's a light on,
Heavy glow.
By the way I tried to say I'd be there,
Waiting for.
Dani the girl is singing songs to me,
Beneath the marquee,
Of her soul.
By the way I tried to say i know you,
From before
Standing in line to see the show tonight,
And there's a light on,
Heavy glow.
By the way I tried to say I'd be there,
Waiting for.
The Man Who Sold The World
(Nirvana)
We passed upon the stair, we spoke in was and when
Although I wasn't there, he said I was his friend
Which came as a surprise I spoke into his eyes
I found you dead alone, a long long time ago
Oh no, not me
We never lost control
You're face to face
With The Man Who Sold The World
I laughed and shook his hand, and made my way back home
I searched for form and land, for years and years I roamed
I gazed a gazely stare, we walked a millions years
I must have died alone, a long long time ago
Who knows? not me
I never lost control
You're face to face
With the Man who Sold the World
Who knows? not me
We never lost control
You're face to face
With the Man who Sold the World