Flying elephants.
03.10.2009., subota
Jedan dan starija.
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Zovem se M. Ako me nacrtaš, ja sam u obliku oblaka. Ako me obojaš plava sam. Ako me zagrliš, hladna sam poput kamena. Ako me poljubiš, okusiš maline. Ako me pogledaš, nestanem. Da sam godišnje doba bila bih jesen. Da sam cvijet bila bih mimoza. Da sam grad bila bih London. Da sam životinja bila bih mačka. Da sam lik iz knjige bila bih Emma Bovary. Da sam dio dana bila bih zora. Da sam osjećaj bila bih nostalgija. Da mogu biti bilo što bila bih putnik kroz vrijeme. Ja sam leteći slon. Pravim se da više nisam dijete.  *curlytops Cross the border, Into the big bad world where it takes you 'bout an hour just to cross the road just to stumble across another poor old soul from The dreary old lanes to the high-street madness Eye fight with my brain to believe my eyes and it's harder than you think to believe this sadness that creeps up my spine and haunts me through the night and life is good and the girls are gorgeuos suddenly the air smells much greener now and I'm wondering 'round with a half pack of cigarettes searching for the change that I've lost somehow These streets have too many names for me I'm used to Glenfield road and spending my time down in Ochy I'll get used to this eventually I know, I know M. |
