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†† Biography ††

...EVO NEŠTO O MENI...*

† Ime:
Anamarija

† "Zanimanje":grafički dizajner

† Godine: 17

† Glazba: slušam:
Iron Maiden
Nightwish
Children of Bodom
Dimmu Borgir
Nirvana
Korn
Trivium
Dream Theather
Motorhead

† Držim se one: živi i pusti druge da žive...mislim da bi se više ljudi trebalo držati toga i svi bi bili sretniji.

† U slobodno vrijeme pokušavam preživjeti napade roditelja

† Volim: sunce, more, ljeto, ljude koji razmišljaju svojom glavom, prijatelje, dubokoumne stvari, zaljubljenost (pre)često u krivog......., izlaske, tetovaže i sve što ima veze s vilenjacima, anđelima itd..., bijelu čokoladu......sitnice poklonjene sa srcem, horore, smijeh, ljude koji cijene druge iako su različiti od njih, GLAZBU...

† Ne volim: dvolične ljude i lažljivce, osjećati da nekom nisam dovoljno pomogla, zimu, snijeg i kišu, lektiru, ljude koji se ne drže dogovora, čekati nekog satima tj.ljude koji kasne, CAJKE, osobe koje nikako da odrastu, rasizam i rasnu diskriminaciju (isto je ali...fora zvuči zajedno...), kada me netko izbaci iz takta, kada sam loše volje, gužve u prometu, povijest (predmet u školi), frendove koji to pokušavaju biti a zapravo ti samo žele zabit nož u leđa...

Pukla sam više od ovog nabrajanja....mislim da je ovo dovoljno...




Sve što trebaš je ljubav.
John Lennon



Think of him, take a breath
Feel the beat in the rythm of my steps
The rythm of his conversation
The perfection of his creation
Hate to love and love to hate him
Like a broken record player.








DIMMU BORGIR

Allegience

Cuddled through a cold womb he was
Pitch black and without sunshine rays
Hell patiently awaiting him on blood spilled soil
A noble grief stirred heart, always ready to die

In sinister systematisation, submission is golden
As an apprentice to violence, slaughter and bloodshed
He was like an object that is being processed
A force-fed destructor ready for abomination

The vast solitude in him witnessed it all
Those self afflicting eyes
And their fear painted faces
Made out of utter discipline, failure unacceptable
Hosts to oblivion
Exploring the darkest of places
Stench of rotten flesh breathing down his neck

Every day seemed like an endless night
When would he ever wake from this void
No other voice than his own will ever tell
What was real and where he had been
What he had done

Did you bleed for the cause
Like the rest of his men
Did you capture the euphoria
How it was like to kill
Such a necromantic force behind it all
They sure did battle till the end

But when came all the glory
And who got spared to carry his body
Just pure death and too profound to be shared
Was it all a fabricated vision in his memory
To serve the wastelands of insanity
At the front

Life forever lost its innocence
Never to see the light of day again
He pondered his last few steps
Into the realms of death
With his hands bloodstained

Courage and consistency
Bravery and valor
Honor and pride





Now Is Too Late, The End Is Knocking On This Door.

MRTVA LJUBAV

Gdje ću tebe, o ljubavi moja,
sad zakopati, kad si izdahnula?
U mom srcu nije ti pokoja,
jer si pokoj sav mu razmetnula.

Da te legnem u zemljicu crnu,
u zemljici ti ne bi sagnjila,
zemska vila dragocjenost tvoju
u kamenje predrago bi zbila.

Pak bi došli ljudi blagohlepni,
iz zemlje bi tebe iskopali,
iz mora bi tebe izvadili,
i po svijetu svuda rasprodali.

A ti idi, nek te uzdisaji
k nebu dignu, tamo zvijezdom budi,
tamo meni žalosnome sjaji,
tamo neće dosegnut te ljudi!

Petar Preradović





There's only so much
I can do for you
After all of the things you've
Put me throught!