ma u biti neznan ča ću tu pisat..ustvari..pitanje je dal ću pisat, jer nisam potpuno sigurna da će mi bilo ča pasti u tu tikvu...cuku..čaveć! =)
eko!!!!To van je zato ča mi pišete malo komentara...san malo predosadna s tim, a?? E znam; i upravo san zato ovdje.
Me info:
-rođena san 06.10.'90.
-..znači da iman 15 lit
-zoven se:hehe...
-živin u: In the middle of
nowhere
-u horoskopu san vaga
-igran rukomet
-stil:...da, stil...ma ništo
neodređeno..sve vuče
na crno, nosin starke
...marte, piramide..ma više
manje..bu! E da, moja
mala frendica =) mi je par
puti posudila palestinku,
i to mi se jako sviđa
-slušan: soad, kud idijoti,
gužva u 16-ercu,dolibasija
ska-p ponekad, i bila san
nekad luda za blink 182,
sad hi slušan koj put,
nirvana..ne domislin se više
-navijan za: MILAN, MILAN
SEMPRE CON NOI... već san
puno puti i još ću reč da
obožavan AC Milan!
-i još za arsenal,barcelonu,
werder i zaprešički inter
samo moj..
ukratko, ono ča vidite tu
gore san ja!
HER GHOST IN THE FOG
"The Moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait
Soft winds whisper the bidding of trees
As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart
And the Midnightmare trampling of dreams
But on, no tears please
Fear and pain may accompany Death
But it is desire that shepherds it's certainty
As We shall see..."
She was divinity's creature
That kissed in cold mirrors
A Queen of Snos
Far beyond compare
Lips attuned to symmetry
Sought Her everywhere
Dark liqoured eyes
An Arabian nightmare...
She shone on watercolours
Of my pondlife as pearl
Until those who couldn't have Her
Cut Her free of this World
That fateful Eve when...
The trees stank of sunset and camphor
Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw
An imquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast
On my love picking rue by the light of the moon
Putting reason to flight
Or to death as their way
They crept through woods mesmerized
By the taffeta Ley
Of Her hips that held sway
Over all they surveyed
Save a mist on the rise
(A deadly blessing to hide)
Her ghost in the fog
They raped left...
(Five men of God)
...Her ghost in the fog
Dawn discovered Her there
Beneath the Cedar's stare
Silk dress torn, Her raven hair
Flown to gown Her beauty bared
Was starred with frost, I knew Her lost
I wept 'til tears crept back to prayer
She'd sworn Me vows in fragrant blood
"Never to part
Lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts"
Then this I screamed:
"Come back to Me
I was born in love with thee
So why should fate stand inbetween?"
And as I drowned Her gentle curves
With dreams unsaid and final words
I espied a gleam trodden to earth
The Church bell tower key...
The village mourned her by the by
For She'd been a witch
Their Men had longed to try
And I broke under Christ seeking guilty signs
My tortured soul on ice
A Queen of snow
Far beyond compare
Lips attuned to symmetry
Sought Her everywhere
Trappistine eyes
An Arabian nightmare...
She was Ersulie possessed
Of a milky white skin
My porcelain Yin
A graceful Angel of Sin
And so for Her...
The breeze stank of sunset and camphor
My lantern chased Her phantom and blew
Their Chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain
Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed...
Putting reason to flight
Or to flame unashamed
I swept form cries
Mesmerized
By the taffeta Ley
Or Her hips that held sway
Over all those at bay
Save a mist on the rise
A final blessing to hide
Her ghost in the fog
And I embraced
Where lovers rot...
Her ghost in the fog
Her ghost in the fog
SAD STATUE
Conquest to the lover,
And your love to the fire,
Permanence unfolding in the absolute.
Forgivness is
The ultimate sacrifice.
Eloquence belongs,
To the conqueror.
The pictures of time and space are rearranged,
In this little piece of typical tragedy.
Justified Candy!
Brandy for the nerves,
Eloquence belongs,
To the conqueror.
You and me will all go down in history,
With a sad Statue of Liberty,
And a Generation that didn't agree.
You and me will all go down in history,
With a sad Statue of Liberty,
And a Generation that didn't agree.
I forgot to
I forgot to let you know that...
Justified Candy!
Brandy for the nerves,
Eloquence belongs,
To the conqueror.
Conquest to the lover,
And your love to the fire,
Permanence unfolding in the absolute.
Forgivness is
The ultimate sacrifice.
Eloquence belongs,
To the conqueror.
You and me will all go down in history,
With a sad Statue of Liberty,
And a Generation that didn't agree.
You and me will all go down in history,
With a sad Statue of Liberty,
And a Generation that didn't agree.
Generation..............
What is in us that turns a deaf ear to the cries of human suffering?!!!
WOAH!!!!!!!
Suffering, suffering now!
You and me will all go down in history,
With a sad Statue of Liberty,
And a Generation that didn't agree.
You and me will all go down in history,
With a sad Statue of Liberty,
And a Generation that didn't agree.
opet system, naravno...i vidit ćete još na 1000 njihovih slika...anke duplih =)
to volim najveć na svitu!
a to su moji dečki...svi!volin ih, volin ih, volin ih, volin ih, volin ih..
trener ancelotti-koj lik, ej!
evo i berlusconija...najveća budala na svitu, al dobro je to ki je predsj.Milana
diavoli rossoneri
eko..anke za Milan postoji jedna armada..samo ča je armaTa! hehe
fossa dei leoni!!-jedan od njihovih navijačkih klubova-mislin. Ja san u navijačkom klubu MILANIST(R)A, Novigrad..nadan se da ću uspijet poj na koju utakmicu..
gattuso
..piše ki je
maldini
inzaghi
pirlo
seedorf
sheva...aaaaaaa...gledaj ga, molin te..koje fucking dobro tijelo..da..baš ZA fucking, hehe
zippo od milana..ča bin dala za to..ma ipak nebi mi rabia
a ne!! Moj Nesta je tužan..
my system of..
09.02.2006., četvrtak
oila..
nasan se da ću van brzo napisat novi post.......forši
sve oči ki san dosad pokupila po tuđin blogovima! hehe =)