Ten Sharp Ain't my beating heart Go, there's no place for you in my heart I don't need you Leave just a picture of you on my wall It's not a memory You say that I I can't do without you But you're wrong this time Give me your number to call on the phone Just in case But don't you think that I want you back in my home Oh no It ain't my beating heart that beats for you I guess it's just your fantasy It ain't my beating heart that bleeds for you It's not for you No, not for you It ain't my beating heart that beats for you It's not for you No, no not for you Think you see tracks of tears on my face, my baby Yes, your heart must be the loneliest place in the world You say that I I can't do without you But you're wrong this time It ain't my beating heart that beats for you I guess it's just your fantasy It ain't my beating heart that bleeds for you It's not for you No, not for you It ain't my beating heart that beats for you I guess it's just your fantasy It ain't my beating heart that bleeds for you It's not for you No, no not for you Bosiljak Čupavi dlakavac2 Jesen Luk Svega na hrpi Paučina Lunapark |
For a second, I was in control I had it once, I lost it though And all along the fire below would rise And I wish you could have let me know What's really going on below I've lost you now, you let met go but one last time Tell me you love me, if you don't then lie, oh lie to me Remember once upon a time, when I was yours and you were blind The fire would sparkle in your eyes and mine (Excuse me: magic is being made here!) So tell me you love me, if you don't then lie, oh lie to me Just tell me you love, if you don't then lie, oh lie to me If you don't then lie, oh lie to me And call it true, call it true love Call it true, call it true love |
the rain came down the rain came down the rain came down on me. the wind blew strong the summer song fades to memory I knew you when I loved you then the summer's young and helpless. you laid me bare you marked me there the promises we made. I used to think as birds take wing they sing through life so why can't we? if you cling to this and claim your best if this is what you're offering I'll take the rain I'll take the rain the nighttime creases summer schemes and stretches out to stay. the sun shines down you came around you love easy days. but now the sun, the winter's come. I wanted just to say that if I hold I'd hope you'd fold open up inside, inside of me. I used to think as birds take wing they sing through life so why can't we? if you cling to this and claim your best If this is what you're offering I'll take the rain I'll take the rain this winter song I'll sing along I've searched its still refrain I'll walk alone I've given this, take wing celebrate the rain. I used to think as birds take wing they sing through life so why can't we? if you cling to this and claim your best If this is what you're offering I'll take the rain I'll take the rain I'll take the rain. DNEVNI EDIT: |
Zahvaljujem se na kuknjavi za maknutim slikama,
to je vrlo, vrlo ljubazno , a da iskreno bude rečeno, i poticajno! :)) Hvala! :)) Dakle, ponavljam slike koje sam maknula iz prethodnog posta, izgleda da su bolje od one koju sam ostavila hahaha ;-)) :-D Potok Bliznec, neki dan. Bila sam slobodna dodati jednu bonus fotku (zadnja) i čisto novu popjevku. Uživajte! |
U dvije sekunde fotkanja
(zapravo isprobavanja objektiva sa balkona) sletio je točno na ružu koju sam imala u kadru. Naime, jutros su se još dva pupa sasvim otvorila pa me zanimalo koliko to mogu približiti ako ih slikam sa balkončića 3 metra iznad. Izađem, kadriram RUŽU i kukac uleti, sleti i izleti. Nisam stigla razmišljati, tek tri put okinuti. :))) Ovakav još nije viđen u mom vrtu. Nešto novo. :) |
Fani stori,
dakle, cvast će mi ruže. :D Cvatu mi ruže, zapravo. :D All puns intended. Nisu baš puns, više ono - wow!! zar meni ? :)) To je prvi puta, nakon sto godina druženja s paradajzom, ljubičastim bosiljkom i vilinom suknjom da su mi izrasle posađene ruže koje će k tome CVASTI!! Dvije pred mojim ulazom u kuću. Pune su pupoljaka. Već danima se dva pupa pripremaju i nabrijavaju, da bi se danas jedan otvorio :)) Miris božanstven, i podsjeća na djetinjstvo kada bismo, mislim na Tjelovo (ili koji god da je blagdan kada ide procesija na kojoj se bacaju ružine latice?) sa košaricama u rukama počupali sve latice svega što je taj čas cvalo u vrtu, i cijelo jutro gnječile to po košarici, taj miomiris, ta nesvjesna aromaterapija, koja je zauvijek tu opojnost povezala sa bezbrižnošću i radošću življenja aaaaaaa!!! Danas , pri dolasku s posla, moj ulaz tako miriši. Od jedne, prve procvale ruže! (Nije ni slučajno, ali to nije tema ovog posta.) Ono što je blesavo je sljedeće; ja sam MISLILA da sam kupila bijelu damašćansku ružu Mme.Hardy i tamnoljubičastu galsku ružu Cardinal de Richelieu a ovo su obje izgleda ružičaste ruže. Tako se čini, po izgledu pupoljaka... Ova procvjetala JE rosa damascena, vidi se po 'plitkom' obliku cvjetne glavice, ovom urolanom položaju latica i naravno po apsolutno ludom omamnljujućem mirisu, a za ovu drugu budemo vidjeli što je............što god da je, bit ću sretna :)) samo da više procvate. Slike posvećujem svima koje volim a NEMA ih na blogu. Ima ih nekoliko i znaju koji su. Čak i onima koje ne volim, a volim. :)) Onima koji će se naježiti od užasa što ih spominjem, njima najviše. :)))) Slike također posvećujem svima kojih IMA i koje volim. Njima i :-*** Na žalost, miris vam ne mogu poslati............. Uživajte! |