vrući čaj s limunom, keksi i razmišljanja
proljeće dolazi, budi se sve u meni...
Napokon proljeće. Već mi je zima polako počela ići na živce. Doduše danas baš nije posebno proljetni dan s obzirom da je prilično oblačno, ali nema veze. Visibabe pod mojim prozorom su napokon sretne. =)
Meni da dani protjeću u učenju, čitanju Dostojevskog i zujenju. Danas sam na porti tak da malo čilam, ali ipak moram ići pisati engleski. blju...
Pripreme za Živogošće su u tijeku i jedva čekam...
Cijele dane slušam Cavea što uopće nije proljetno ali meni baš paše...
I tako...
Ništa pametno, nemam baš inspiracije...
mikrofon prepuštam Nicku.
"Breathless"
It's up in the morning and on the downs
Little white clouds like gambolling lambs
And I am breathless over you
And the red-breasted robin beats his wings
His throat it trembles when he sings
For he is helpless before you
The happy hooded bluebells bow
And bend their heads all a-down
Heavied by the early morning dew
At the whispering stream, at the bubbling brook
The fishes leap up to take a look
For they are breathless over you
Still your hands
And still your heart
For still your face comes shining through
And all the morning glows anew
Still your mind
Still your soul
For still, the fare of love is true
And I am breathless without you
The wind circles among the trees
And it bangs about the new-made leaves
For it is breathless without you
The fox chases the rabbit round
The rabbit hides beneath the ground
For he is defenceless without you
The sky of daytime dies away
And all the earthly things they stop to play
For we are all breathless without you
I listen to my juddering bones
The blood in my veins and the wind in my lungs
And I am breathless without you
Still your hands
And still your heart
For still your face comes shining through
And all the morning glows anew
Still your soul
Still your mind
Still, the fire of love is true
And I am breathless without you
p.s. jedna velika pusa Marcu ako slučajno svrati jer se nešto bunio da o njemu ništa ne pišem... =)
