fuxa felicity

za sve je kriva ona kuja felicity....

nadam se da im nije ispod blogerske časti što su navedeni na ovom neuglednom terenu...
they make me smile...


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electrolady

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profet

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avetinja

dj da force

randomizirana

laprdlaprd

trol u kravati

zitta/zona

petar pan

danza..tony danza

xiola b.

pecorita

dakinina lala

anspikibl van

daphna vilka mato

del fina

hopi

pjotr pp

vadi mast

lady bandita

maestra od nesa

mima pleše

ms vel plejgraund



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The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
-- Elizabeth Bishop

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

-- W.H. Auden



***

BOLINGOV POSTULAT

Osjećaš li se dobro, ne brini. Proći će te.


***


So unimpressed, but so in awe
Such a saint, but such a whore
So self-aware, so full of shit
So indecisive, so adamant
I'm contemplating, thinkin' about thinkin'
It's overrated, just get another drink and
Watch me come undone


***


Odustajem od svih traženja pravde, istine, odustajem od pokušaja da ideale podredim vlastitom životu, odustajem od svega što sam još jučer smatrao nužnim za nekakav dobar početak, ili dobar kraj. Vjerojatno bih odustao i od sebe sama, ali ne mogu. Jer, tko će ostati ako se svi odreknemo sebe i pobjegnemo u svoj strah? Kome ostaviti grad? Tko će mi ga čuvati dok mene ne bude, dok se budem tražio po smetlištima ljudskih duša, dok budem onako sam bez sebe glavinjao, ranjiv i umoran, u vrućici, dok moje oči budu rasle pred osobnim porazom?

Tko će čuvati moj grad, moje prijatelje, tko će Vukovar iznijeti iz mraka? Nema leđa jačih od mojih i vaših, i zato, ako vam nije teško, ako je u vama ostalo još mladenačkog šaputanja, pridružite se. Netko je dirao moje parkove, klupe na kojima su još urezana vaša imena, sjenu u kojoj ste istodobno i dali, i primili prvi poljubac - netko je jednostavno sve ukrao jer, kako objasniti da ni Sjene nema? Nema izloga u kojem ste se divili vlastitim radostima, nema kina u kojem ste gledali najtužniji film, vaša je prošlost jednostavno razorena i sada nemate ništa. Morate iznova graditi. Prvo, svoju prošlost, tražiti svoje korijenje, zatim, svoju sadašnjost, a onda, ako vam ostane snage, uložite je u budućnost. I nemojte biti sami u budućnosti. A grad, za nj' ne brinite, on je sve vrijeme bio u vama. Samo skriven. Da ga krvnik ne nađe. Grad - to ste vi.

Siniša Glavašević - Priča o gradu



***


I can't do the talk like they talk on tv,
And I can't do a love song,
like the way it's meant to be...
I can't do everything,
but I'd do anything for you!
I can't do anything..
except be in love with you...

And all I do is miss you,
and the way we used to be...
All I do is keep the beat,
and bad company...
All I do is kiss you
through the bars of a rhyme...
I'd do the stars with you any time...


***

She'll lead you down a path
There'll be tenderness in the air
She'll let you come just far enough
So you know she's really there
She'll look at you and smile
And her eyes will say
She's got a secret garden
Where everything you want
Where everything you need
Will always stay
A million miles away


***

Its such a waste to be wasted
In the first place
I want to taste the taste of
Being face to face with common grace
To meditate on the warmest dream
And when I walk alone I listen
To our secret theme



***

They’ve got a wall in China
It's a thousand miles long
To keep out the foreigners they made it strong
And I’ve got a wall around me
That you can’t even see
It took a little time
To get next to me


***


A dreaded sunny day, so let's go where we're wanted
And I meet you at the cemetry gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
But you lose, because the lover Wilde is on mine..



***

I search all the time on the ground
for our shadows cast side by side
Just to remind me that I haven't gone crazy
that you exist and are mine
And I know that your skin is as warm and as real
as that smile in your eyes
But I have to keep touching and smelling
and tasting for fear it's all lies



***

Some day, when I'm awfully low,
When the world is cold,
I will feel a glow just thinking of you...
And the way you look tonight.

Yes you're lovely, with your smile so warm
And your cheeks so soft,
There is nothing for me but to love you,
And the way you look tonight.

With each word your tenderness grows,
Tearing my fear apart...
And that laugh that wrinkles your nose,
It touches my foolish heart.

Lovely ... Never, ever change.
Keep that breathless charm.
Won't you please arrange it ?
'Cause I love you ... Just the way you look tonight.



***

I seem to recognize your face
Haunting, familiar, yet I can’t seem to place it
Cannot find the candle of thought to light your name
Lifetimes are catching up with me
All these changes taking place,
I wish I’d seen the place
But no ones ever taken me
Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away…

I swear I recognize your breath
Memories like fingerprints are slowly raising
Me you wouldn’t recall, for
I’m not my former
It’s hard when you’re stuck upon the shelf
I changed by not changing at all, small town predicts my fate
Perhaps that’s what no one wants to see
I just want to scream...hello...
My God it’s been so long, never dreamed you’d return
But now here you are, and here I am
Hearts and thoughts they fade...away



***

I'm looking in on the good life I might be doomed never to find.
Without a trust or flaming fields am I too dumb to refine?
And if You'd 'a took to me like
Well I'd a danced like the queen of the eyesores
And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.



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I wish you'd stop ignoring me, because it's sending me to despair
Without a sound your calling me, and I don't think it's very fair
That your shoulders are frozen (cold as the night)
Oh but you're an explosion (you're dynamite)
Your name isn't Rio, but I don't care for sand
Lighting the fuse might result in a bang b-b-bang-go!

I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
I don't know if you're looking for romance or...
I don't know what you're looking for
Well I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984


Oh there ain't no love no, no Montague's or Capulets
Just banging tunes in DJ sets and
Dirty dancefloors and dreams of naughtiness



***

If I could stay...
Then the night would give you up
Stay...then the day would keep its trust
Stay...with the demons you drowned
Stay...with the spirit I found
Stay...and the night would be enough

Three o'clock in the morning
It's quiet and there's no one around
Just the bang and the clatter
As an angel runs to ground

Just the bang
And the clatter
As an angel
Hits the ground