Čitan Hamleta...Od Shakespeara..Zanimljiva knjiga..mislila san da me neće uopće zainteresirati..Ali ipak ..Evo sidin u svojoj ladnoj, promrzloj sobi..Pišen post..I čitan Hamleta..Super ugođaj...

Danas je lip i sunčan dan..S pravon to mogu reć..Jer stvarno je..
Ali to mi nie izlika da ne obučen jaketu (koju bash i ne volin nosit..)
..Moran se toplo obuć..Nisan navikla na to ali eto..Morat chu..




Sretna san..Sretna san kao malo dijete..! I to s pravom..Jer che mi se ostvarit dugogodishnja želja! .a to je neshto shta che me potpuno ispunit..
KONCERT WITHIN TEMPTATION !!!!

DA!! ..Ne mogu virovat da moj dugogodishnji i još uvik najdraži bend dolazi u Hrvatsku održat koncert...!!! I to u zg-u!
Dobila san potpuno dopuštenje moje majke..Hvala joj..
Idemo ja i Aida..Vjerovatno..Možda i njen Duje..
Moramo josh nagovorit njenu majku..
A za pare..nie to problem! ..Tata mi dolazi sad za praznike..Hmm...Mislin da che bit dovoljno jedno...100 eura! ..Shta vi mislite?!

Tako san ispunjena..Josh samo malo fali do toga..Kupit povratnu kartu i kartu za koncert...Zatim samo ukrcat se u vlak i ...eto nas!!!
Zamisli da odemo! Pa umrla bi!! Plakala bi! Pivala bi!!

obožavan ih!! A tek Sharon!!



Ovako che to otprilike izgledat na stageu



Sharon Janny Den Adel



The band themself..=)



Svi koi ste željni vidit sami bend uživo..Come and see for yourself..

Osim toga...počela san ispravljat ocjene..Točnie aseve..Josh su mi ostala samo 3 za ispravit..a za matishu ne znan..Možda i padnen..

Ali nechu si ja to dopustit!!
Iden sad..Mater che doć brzo doma..pa moran da gasin komp..!
A posli se ide na kavu s Teon (moe najdraže..) jer se nama prve dvi ure..!
A joj kako je to dobro.!

Pozdrav od The Chosen One ...

Gothic korice predstavljaju :

RADOSNI MRTVAC
Za svoje ću kosti sam izdubsti raku
U tlu masnih gruda, gdje puževa ima,
Zaboravljen tu ću spavati u mraku
Ko pas morski skriven u dubokim dnima.
Oporuke mrzim, mrzim sjaj grobova;
Ne prosim od svijeta suze žalosnice,
Živ, prije bih pozvo jato gavranova
Da raskljuju moje truplo nemilice.
Crvi! slijepi druzi, ogluhli u tami,
Gle, mrtvac se k vama pun radosti sprema;
Mudri sladokusci koje trulež mami,
Bez kajanja leš mi prorujte posvema
I recite: patnje ima li još koje
Za taj trup bez duše, za to tijelo moje.




JA TE OBOŽAVAM
Ja te obožavam kao nebo noću,
O posudo tuge, i tvoju mirnoću
Ja ljubim sve više što mi bježiš dalje
Pa i makar mislim da te tama šalje
Da bi ironično razmak povećala
Što ga je do neba već priroda dala.
U divljem naletu nasrćem i skačem
I k'o crv lešinu ne bih dao jačem!
I meni je draga, u očaju slijepom,
Čak i ta hladnoća što te čini lijepom.




NEPRIJATELJ
Mladost mi je bila mračna nepogoda
koju samo katkad sunce bljeskom probi,
i u mojem vrtu sad je malo ploda,
kad nakon oluje osta u grdobi.
Evo već se jesen mojih misli šunja;
sad motiku i grablje tražim, radi truda
da izravnaim zemlju plavu, punu mulja,
gdje ko rijeke velike jame zjape svuda.
No da li će cveće novo koje sanjam
do mistične hrane životne doći?
korjenom u zemlju pustu da uranja.





BEAUTY


Conceive me as a dream of stone:
my breast, where mortals come to grief,
is made to prompt all poets' love,
mute and noble as matter itself.

With snow for flesh, with ice for heart,
I sit on high, an unguessed sphinx
begrudging acts that alter forms;
I never laugh, I never weep.

In studious awe the poets brood
before my monumental pose
aped from the proudest pedestal,
and to bind these docile lovers fast
I freeze the world in a perfect mirror:

The timeless light of my wide eyes.




THE DANCE OF DEATH

by: Charles Baudelaire

ARRYING bouquet, and handkerchief, and gloves,
Proud of her height as when she lived, she moves
With all the careless and high-stepping grace,
And the extravagant courtesan's thin face.

Was slimmer waist e'er in a ball-room wooed?
Her floating robe, in royal amplitude,
Falls in deep folds around a dry foot, shod
With a bright flower-like shoe that gems the sod.

The swarms that hum about her collar-bones
As the lascivious streams caress the stones,
Conceal from every scornful jest that flies,
Her gloomy beauty; and her fathomless eyes

Are made of shade and void; with flowery sprays
Her skull is wreathed artistically, and sways,
Feeble and weak, on her frail vertebrae.
O charm of nothing decked in folly! they

Who laugh and name you a Caricature,
They see not, they whom flesh and blood allure,
The nameless grace of every bleached, bare bone,
That is most dear to me, tall skeleton!

Come you to trouble with your potent sneer
The feast of Life! or are you driven here,
To Pleasure's Sabbath, by dead lusts that stir
And goad your moving corpse on with a spur?

Or do you hope, when sing the violins,
And the pale candle-flame lights up our sins,
To drive some mocking nightmare far apart,
And cool the flame hell lighted in your heart?

Fathomless well of fault and foolishness!
Eternal alembic of antique distress!
Still o'er the curved, white trellis of your sides
The sateless, wandering serpent curls and glides.

And truth to tell, I fear lest you should find,
Among us here, no lover to your mind;
Which of these hearts beat for the smile you gave?
The charms of horror please none but the brave.

Your eyes' black gulf, where awful broodings stir,
Brings giddiness; the prudent reveller
Sees, while a horror grips him from beneath,
The eternal smile of thirty-two white teeth.

For he who has not folded in his arms
A skeleton, nor fed on graveyard charms,
Recks not of furbelow, or paint, or scent,
When Horror comes the way that Beauty went.

O irresistible, with fleshless face,
Say to these dancers in their dazzled race:
"Proud lovers with the paint above your bones,
Ye shall taste death, musk scented skeletons!

Withered Antinoüs, dandies with plump faces,
Ye varnished cadavers, and grey Lovelaces,
Ye go to lands unknown and void of breath,
Drawn by the rumour of the Dance of Death.

From Seine's cold quays to Ganges' burning stream,
The mortal troupes dance onward in a dream;
They do not see, within the opened sky,
The Angel's sinister trumpet raised on high.

In every clime and under every sun,
Death laughs at ye, mad mortals, as ye run;
And oft perfumes herself with myrrh, like ye
And mingles with your madness, irony!"




THE EYES OF BEAUTY

by: Charles Baudelaire

OU are a sky of autumn, pale and rose;
But all the sea of sadness in my blood
Surges, and ebbing, leaves my lips morose,
Salt with the memory of the bitter flood.

In vain your hand glides my faint bosom o'er,
That which you seek, beloved, is desecrate
By woman's tooth and talon; ah, no more
Seek in me for a heart which those dogs ate.

It is a ruin where the jackals rest,
And rend and tear and glut themselves and slay--
A perfume swims about your naked breast!

Beauty, hard scourge of spirits, have your way!
With flame-like eyes that at bright feasts have flared
Burn up these tatters that the beasts have spared!




THE REMORSE OF THE DEAD

by: Charles Baudelaire

SHADOWY Beauty mine, when thou shalt sleep
In the deep heart of a black marble tomb;
When thou for mansion and for bower shalt keep
Only one rainy cave of hollow gloom;

And when the stone upon thy trembling breast,
And on thy straight sweet body's supple grace,
Crushes thy will and keeps thy heart at rest,
And holds those feet from their adventurous race;

Then the deep grave, who shares my reverie,
(For the deep grave is aye the poet's friend)
During long nights when sleep is far from thee,

Shall whisper: "Ah, thou didst not comprehend
The dead wept thus, thou woman frail and weak"--
And like remorse the worm shall gnaw thy cheek.

THE SADNESS OF THE MOON

by: Charles Baudelaire

HE Moon more indolently dreams to-night
Than a fair woman on her couch at rest,
Caressing, with a hand distraught and light,
Before she sleeps, the contour of her breast.

Upon her silken avalanche of down,
Dying she breathes a long and swooning sigh;
And watches the white visions past her flown,
Which rise like blossoms to the azure sky.

And when, at times, wrapped in her languor deep,
Earthward she lets a furtive tear-drop flow,
Some pious poet, enemy of sleep,

Takes in his hollow hand the tear of snow
Whence gleams of iris and of opal start,
And hides it from the Sun, deep in his heart.

THE LIVING FLAME

by: Charles Baudelaire

HEY pass before me, these Eyes full of light,
Eyes made magnetic by some angel wise;
The holy brothers pass before my sight,
And cast their diamond fires in my dim eyes.

They keep me from all sin and error grave,
They set me in the path whence Beauty came;
They are my servants, and I am their slave,
And all my soul obeys the living flame.

Beautiful Eyes that gleam with mystic light
As candles lighted at full noon; the sun
Dims not your flame phantastical and bright.

You sing the dawn; they celebrate life done;
Marching you chaunt my soul's awakening hymn,
Stars that no sun has ever made grow dim!



Ispričavan se..ovaj put nisan imala inspiracije za nju post..pa san vas tila malo oraspoložit poezijom..Nadam se da sam uspjela..
Vidimo se..papa... ...
Adio do..jednog dana ...

O pa hello..evo mene opet..!
Puno ljudi mi je sralo da kad chu napisat vishe novi post..
pa ljudi moji,ko čeka taj i dočeka! Neman bash neku inspirejšn
za pisat o nečemu o čemu bi svi rado čitali ..Pa počnimo
redom...Moj život je standardan kao i inače..Škola super (stanje se
popravilo i meni je puno lakše..virujte mi..)..Maj madr mi je bila
na primanjima danas..i to po drugi put u ovoj školi..ČAK..! Ou jea!
..Ljubav na mistu..Prijatelji ne mogu bit bolje..I ja se NADAN da che
sve bit kako triba..Evo čekan moju Teu da radimo skupa prezentejšn
iz geograafijee! Nadan se da chemo uspit...i da nikome
neche zazvonit mobitel..Hmm...Ddaa..





Nikotinsko-katranski, alkoholni i ostali proizvodi me i dalje ne privlače..Aj
aj..da sad ne ispadne da lažen...Ovaj prvi proizvod me malo,malo
privlači..Ali! Ne dan se ja...
OSTALA SAM UVIJEK ISTA! :)




Nikotinsko katranski proizvod ili popularniji nazivi :
Duvan,cigara,cigareta....




Vidin kako mnogi od vas "paste" oči..hehe..Ee..da van je sad malo...

Ali ja..ne razumin jednu stvar..Svugdi di god dođen..Svi puše i
piju..neznan..
Jeli to neka glavna preokupacija u životu..?
Mislin nisan ja neka svetica..Ali..neznan..Ja ne bi mogla svaku subotu pit i proživljavat iskustva kao shta su riganje i spavanje po domu i slično..Nie mi to đir..Da volin pit pila bi..I ovaj post je za sve vas koji ste takvi..I posvećen je
vama!
Ne želin van solit pamet ka shta van starci možda rade! Ali osobno..mislin da se unishtavate..no..vash je izbor...
Do whatever you want!

Iden sad..Smrzla san se u ovoj sobi...i zapamtite...
ne znan shta san tila rech ali uglavnom...Budite mi dobri,pametni..i
tako...ajte bok

Mene stvarno ne ide ovaj blog...a i da buden iskrena ne da mi se to sve namištat...Slika mora bit ovakve,onakve veličine..Ti se samo moš iznervirat...
Ma najbolje je meni da nastavin pisat svoj dnevnik jer tamo je sve jednostavno..
Napishes u Wordu shta te god volja jer ti niko neche čitat..i za pozadinu mosh stavit bilo koju sliku..Bilo koje velichine...

I shta je najgore ode ne mogu pisat shta ja ochu nego moran pazit da mi neko ne bi to prochita..A to su uglavnom moji osjećaji...jebiga...pisat chu i jedno i drugo..Aaa..Shta vi mislite..? Dragi moji prijatelji koji mi koji mi komentirate blog..Shta predlažete...?

I tako..Sve je inache u redu...Malo triba pričekat određeno vrime...
Da se neki ljudi iz razreda prestanu durit...ne želin sad prichat o čemu se radi...
Ali ugl.znan da che sve to proch...Jer mi je danas bilo strashno teško...
Stat pred cilin razredon..Ali skupila san snage..kako je Ina rekla..i suočila se..
Hrabro i dostojno...Bez suza...
Posli me iznenadia Pauuuliin poziv....Svratila je u St...pa smo popile kavicu u Duje....Ugođaj u Duje je sad puno lipši..Neznan kako bi van to opisala..ali jednostavno je..Vera je konobar..! ...I čak se sića da smo se vech upoznali..Kad san ja upala kako volin njegovu emisiju..A jooj..
Biche san ispala ne znan kakva...Ehh..Lol..




Ovu subotu je koncert...Let 3..Ivana me zvala da idemo ja, ona i velaluchka Aida..Koje usput puuno pozdravljan...
Al vidit chemo..Pa bi tribala spavat u Ivane...ah ja i ona se tribamo napričat i napričat..Heh..Nismo dugo....Shmrc..Ivanaa..falish mi!
Eh..a da se opet vratit u dane..kad smo ja i Ela 2 dana bile u nje..
Žderale,pile,pushile..(ona je )..hihi...Kad nije bilo nikoga da nan naređuje kad chemo doma...Lipo je to bilo..Eh..da se bar opet desi..ee..Ella moa siti se ..samo se siti..
Eto iden ja sad..Malo san i pospana....Lol..ajde..pozz svima ..i želin puuno komentara...papa... ŽIVILI!

..Danas iman razloga za slavlje za razliku od jucher..matisha me jebe u mozak po običaju...Al,valjda che sve to bit kako triba..

Moran objaviti da je danas dan kad smo se ja i Kresho uspili trpit čak 4.miseca i ne mogu virovat da smo uopće toliko izdržali !! ...ne znan kako on,ali ja jedva s njin izdržin...ma šalin se ja..
Volin ja njega punooo.. ..Stoga ima ga nan i čestitate..! ..eee..




Osin toga,jučer mi je bia katastrofalan dan...Ubila san se od plača..Bele fala ti shta si mi pomogla s onolikin brbljanjen (iako neki misle da si bezveze govorila..zapravo je to imalo nekog svog smisla..) i puno ti fala..a i fala Elli mojoj shta je stala u obranu za mene... ..Al to je sad sve iza mene jer danas je novi dan i ..poseban dan
Ovi tjedan se moran malo pomuchit da ispravin sve aseve..inache..neche bit dobro!..Nakon shta to sredin,bit chu ponovo hepi


Nishta moran da iden,moran ich uchit...i to geografijuuuu!! LOL..
Pozdrav svimaa...i p