utorak, 31.07.2007.
maskenbal nije cijele godine....ili?
-jebeš me glupu kad sam stisla krivu tipku i izbrisala cijeli post koji sam napisala...zato sada pišem ponovno....najžalosnije je to što sam ga jedva, jedvice sastavila, baš sam se onako namučila, ma nikad mi nije bilo teže pisati jer nemam inspiracije, a za sve je krivo ovo vrijeme....da, evo me opet ja pričam o vremenu...pa da jer je ono krivo što sam ja cijeli dan u kući, što mi se nikuda ne ide, što ljenčarim(dobro to je samo izgovor da je vrijeme i za to krivo
)...ali uglavnom...tako provodim današnji šugavi dan....i sad sam tek shvatila(ne, nije da kasno palim) da vrijeme zapravo jako utječe na ljude...da je danas lijepo sunčano i ja se nebi dosađivala, ali ništa od toga....i koliko je sada još ovakvih ljudi kao ja koji se samo izležavaju i dosađuju...samo im se slažu kile i salo pa onda idu na kojekakve djete...i jedu splačine i onda se poslje još više udebljaju, ma ja to ne razumijem, a za sve su krivi mediji, jer donose neki ideal ljepote i sve bi žene kao trebale biti kopije jedna drugoj...sve bi trebale izgledati kao da su izašle iz tvornice ljepote, sve kao plastične lutke, marionete kojima se igraju plastični kirurzi i masno zarađuju na tuđim kompleksima...i tko onda kaže da se ljepota ne može kupiti, ali kakva ljepota? umjetna, ne prirodna, nakaradna, izobličena.... stvarno poludim na takve stvari, jer trebamo biti ono što jesmo i jedino takvi ćemo i uspijeti...skinimo svoje maske.....
evo i jedna ljepa pjesmica.....
"Stairway To Heaven"
There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying the stairway to heaven.
When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for.
Ooh, ooh, and she's buying the stairway to heaven.
There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings,
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it makes me wonder.
There's a feeling I get when I look to the west,
And my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees,
And the voices of those who stand looking.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it really makes me wonder.
And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason.
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter.
If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now,
It's just a spring clean for the May queen.
Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on.
And it makes me wonder.
Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know,
The piper's calling you to join him,
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.
And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul.
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold.
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last.
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll.
And she's buying the stairway to heaven.
