28.12.2005., srijeda
Pršti, pršti bijela staza
Stara me probudila sva ozarena i sretna tipa "Koliko je snijega napadalo..." Izvukel sam se iz kreveta i odbauljal na pišanje. Stari me upozoril da požurim jel je naš red za čistit snijeg pred zgradom. Ali bil je ljubazan kad me videl podbuhlog, da je odlučil solo počistit vjutro, kaj znači da bum kad dodjem sa joba prvo dohvatil lopatu u ruke. Na trajvanskoj stanici na Remizi miljon ljudi, kišobrana, nesto auta, al nekaj mi je falilo. Pa da! Nema ni jednog trajvana. Onaj zetovac kaj je, kao, glavni jer puše u zviždaljku je rekel da se pokvarila dvanajstica i da je zastoj. Ajmo pješke. Laganini, jer se nemre drugačije, napikavam do Cibone. Eh, da su svi ko moj stari, sad bi hodal normalno jer bi bar pločnici bili očišćeni. Al kurac, dragi čitatelji. Došel na posel, riknula mreža na kraće vrijeme, kupil Playboy, pročital kaj je Ribafish napisal o blogu, pogledal, ovaj... ostale članke. I tak. Sve u svemu prkno od dana, a opet, baš sam nekak dobre volje. I gladan. Mirišu mi ćevapinjosi. Draga frendica se javila na ICQ sa preporukom pjesme pa ja sad slušam ovo dole. Dobar taj Cave. Hvala Kate. Nick Cave - Bring It On This garden that I built for you That you sit in now and yearn I will never leave it, dear I could not bear to return And find it all untended With the trees all bended low This garden is our home, dear And I got nowhere else to go So bring it on Bring it on Every little tear Bring it on Every useless fear Bring it on All your shattered dreams And I'll scatter them into the sea Into the sea The geraniums on your window sill The carnations, dear, and the daffodil Well, they're ordinary flowers But they long for the light of your touch And of your trembling will Ah, you're trembling still And I am trembling too To be perfectly honest I don't know Quite what else to do So bring it on Bring it on Every neglected dream Bring it on Every little scheme Bring it on Every little fear And I'll make them disappear So bring it on, bring it on Bring it on Every little thing Bring it on Every tiny fear Bring it on Every shattered dream And I'll scatter them into the sea |
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