Lilianke

srijeda, 09.06.2021.

So,


(Three, two, one)
Sometimes I just can't take it
Sometimes I just can't take it and it isn't alright
I'm not going to make it
And I think my shoe's untied (Oh oh)

I'm like a broken record
I'm like a broken record and I'm not playing right
Drocer nekorb a ekil mi
Till you tell me on your heavenly phone

To hold tight (Hold tight)
Come on (Come on)
Come on (Come on)
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Come on (Come on)
Come on (Come on)
Yeah, don't let go
Hold tight (Hold tight)
Hold tight (Hold tight)
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
It's alright, it's alright, she said
I got my hands up shaking just to let you know

That you've got a higher power
Got me singing every second, dancing every hour
Oh yeah, you've got a higher power
And you're really someone I wanna know (Oh oh)

This boy is electric
This boy is electric and you're sparkling light
The universe connected
And I'm buzzing night after night after night (Oh oh)

This joy is electric
This joy is electric and you're circuiting through
I'm so happy that I'm alive
Happy I'm alive at the same time as you

'Cause you've got a higher power
Got me singing every second, dancing every hour
Oh yeah, you've got a higher power
And you're really someone I wanna know
(I wanna know, oh oh)

You've got, yeah, you've got a higher
You've got, yeah, you've got a higher
You've got, yeah, you've got a higher
You've got
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
You've got, oh, you've got a higher
You've got, yeah, you've got a higher
You've got, oh, you've got a higher
My hands up shaking just to let you know now

You've got a higher power
You've got me singing every second, dancing any hour
Oh yeah, you've got a higher power
You're once in any lifetime
I'm going a million miles an hour

When for so long I'd been down on my knees
Then your love song saved me over and over
For so long I'd been down on my knees
Till your love song floats me on, ee-on, oh oh




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Ovo će sad zvučati zaista glupo
jednostavno glupo
ja ne mogu probaviti činjenicu da mi je muž umro,
ja ne vjerujem da ga nema ovdje.







Let that sink in.


Imam problem s time.


Ne mogu vjerovati.














Prije, u prvom vremenu nakon što je umro,
bila mi je doslovno potreba odlaziti na grob,
umirivalo bi me,
razgovarala bih na glas,
donosilo je dobrobit
stalno sam bila tamo.
Sada,
kroz zadnje neko vrijeme,
u meni je počeo rasti otpor,
odbojnost,
kako da kažem
(a opet će zvučati glupavo)
nije mi ništa bolje od odlazaka.
Kao da sam očekivala nešto,
ili ne znam,
ali u jednom trenutku to mi je prestalo biti dosta
(ako se to ikada moglo tako zvati)
točnije,
prestalo mi je pružati neko olakšanje.

Sada idem značajno rjeđe.
Ne pomaže, pri svemu, što su me prodavači svijeća i cvijeća, i striček u birtiji već zapamtili,
pa me srdačno pozdravljaju,
pa mi to sve skupa ide na živce,
ko da odlazim na neku zabavu, a to nije neka zabava,
Ne mogu to opisati,
ali trenutno mi je užasno odbojna činjenice
da sa svojih istočnih prozora,
gledam ravno u susjedno brdo,
pod čijim obronkom
moj muž spava.

Tu, odmah iza susjednog brda, odmah tu ponad Mihaljevca,
odmah tu, na dohvat ruke.









Malo prije je zazvonio telefon.
Nepoznati broj.
'Dobar dan, T. (oslovi me imenom),
ovdje Vedran.'

......

o jebote, sve mi u glavi zastane,
tko? koji?


Dovoljno da mi se noge posijeku.
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