.Čarapa Floyd.
19.11.2017., nedjelja
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“One day many years ago a man walked along and stood in the sound of the ocean on a cold sunless shore and said, "We need a voice to call across the water, to warn ships; I'll make one. I'll make a voice like all of time and all of the fog that ever was; I'll make a voice that is like an empty bed beside you all night long, and like an empty house when you open the door, and like trees in autumn with no leaves. A sound like the birds flying south, crying, and a sound like November wind and the sea on the hard, cold shore. I'll make a sound that's so alone that no one can miss it, that whoever hears it will weep in their souls, and hearths will seem warmer, and being inside will seem better to all who hear it in the distant towns. I'll make me a sound and an apparatus and they'll call it a Fog Horn and whoever hears it will know the sadness of eternity and the briefness of life." The Fog Horn blew.” Ray Bradbury, The Fog Horn  (pogled iz stana) GENIJALAC IZ ZABOKA! J.R. August - Man with the Magnificent Mind (Change of Seasons 1/4) ...I am a man with the magnificent mind These eyes of treason make me wanna go blind I tend to see the things that nobody sees I am the disease I am the disease I am a man with the magnificent plan The velvet glove is on my iron hand I act atrocious when nobody sees And spread the disease And spread the disease Why can't you see!? You belong to me! Why can't you see!? You belong to me! I am a man with an invisible band The bleeding vinyl plays our song of pain that has no end Come taste the music whenever you please Come taste the disease Come taste the disease... |
