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...Nevernik...

25.09.2005., nedjelja

Have you ever wondered which hurts the most?
Saying something and wishing you hadn't? Or saying nothing and wishing you had? I guess the most important things are the hardest things to say. Don't be afraid to tell someone you love them. If you do, they might break your heart. ..if you don't, you might break theirs. Have you ever decided not to become a couple because you were so afraid of losing what you already had with that person? Your heart decides whom it likes and whom it doesn't. You can't tell your heart what to do. It does it on its own....when you least suspect it, or even when you don't want it to. Have you ever wanted to love someone with everything you had, but that other person was too afraid to let you? Too many of us stay walled up because we are too afraid to care too much...for fear that the other person does not care as much, or even at all. Have you ever denied your feelings for someone because your fear of rejection was too hard to handle? We tell lies when we are afraid. .. afraid of what we don't know, afraid of what others will think, afraid of what will be found out about us. But every time we tell a lie, the thing we fear grows stronger . Life is all about risks and it requires you to jump. Don't be a person who has to look back and wonder what they would have done, or could have had. * What would you do if every time you fell in love you had to say good-bye? *What would you do if every time you wanted someone they would never be there? *What would you do if your best friend died tomorrow and you never got to tell them how you felt? (even if it is that you don't care anymore)*What would you do if you loved someone more than ever and you couldn't have them? *What would you do if you never got the chance to say I am friends with all of my family and they know I love them?* People live, but people die. And I want to tell you that you are a friend. If you died tomorrow , you would be in my heart !!! You might be best friends one year, pretty good friends the next year, don't talk that often the next, and don't want to talk at all the year after that. So, I just wanted to say, even if I never talk to you again in my life, you are special to me and you have made a difference in my life, I look up to you, respect you, and truly cherish you. Send this to all your friends, no matter how often you talk , or how close you are, and send it to the person who sent it to you if you consider them a friend as well. Let old friends know you haven't forgotten them, and tell new friends you never will. Remember, everyone needs a friend, someday you might feel like you have NO FRIENDS at all, just remember this text and take comfort in knowing somebody out there cares about you and .. always will.. I LOVE YOU!!!!
Send this to all the friends that you have...all the friends that you've lost...and to all the friends you've lost touch with...just to let them know that you care..

If you got this text, it means that the person who sent it to you loves you and always will, no matter what. I LOVE YOU !!


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A nju sam sretao slucajno,
uvek je s pogrešnim bila ona,
ali znao sam da sanja
onaj badem.

Čovjek samo srcem dobro vidi,
Bitno je očima nevidljivo. ...


Postoji plan da je andeli ukradu...
Il bar na cas... Da je vrate medu njih...
Jer nekad Nebo pravi veliku baladu....
I traži rimu za kljucni stih...

Lako je kad te neko ni ne zavoli...
Tad samo tamna strana srca zaboli...
Teško je kad za nekog jedinog i svog postaneš zrnce soli..
Teško je kad Tvoj Neko prestane da te voli...

Džaba bilo konja vranih, po livadi razigranih,
džaba bilo sata i salaša...
Džaba bilo njiva plodnih, vinograda blagorodnih,
džaba bilo karuca, cilaša... Džaba bilo konja vranih, po livadi razigranih,
džaba bilo sata i salaša...
Džaba bilo njiva plodnih, vinograda blagorodnih,
džaba bilo karuca, cilaša...
E, kad nisam s onom koju volem...

Postoje u nama neke neprevodive dubine, postoje u nama neke
stvari neprevodive u reci, ne znam...

Mjesec se sakrio iza oblaka ,
zasad znam, samo dvije zvijezde su na nebu,
kao tvoje oci,
kao biser rose...
na cvijetu sto se zove djurdjevak...

Nije se teško zaljubiti, nego je to teško reci.

Ljubav je staklo koje se lomi ako ga covjek primi suviše nesigurno ili suviše cvrsto.

U ljubavi i ratu sve je dopušteno.

Budite kao baklja na nebu, zraceci ljubav i svjetlost. Zamislite tisucu takvih baklji na nebu, poput sjajnih zvijezda u dalekim galaksijama koje možete vidjeti za vedre noci. Vi imate u sebi istu snagu da zracite ljubav i svjetlo i trebali biste sjajiti poput zvijezde, od trenutka kad se probudite ujutro pa do trenutka kad idete spavati.

COVJEK KOJI NIŠTA NE RISKIRA, NE CINI NIŠTA, NIJE NIŠTA I NE POSTAJE NIŠTA.
ON CE MOŽDA IZBJECI PATNJU I BOL, ALI NE MOŽE NIŠTA NAUCITI NI OSJETITI, MJENJATI SE NI RASTI, LJUBITI NI ŽIVJETI. SAMO ONAJ KOJI SE USUDI, ISTINSKI JE SLOBODAN.

Ništa na svijetu ne cini tako sretnim kao sanjarenje.

Ako zvuci predobro da bi bilo istinito, onda tako i jest.

Ne veruj nitkom više nego samom sebi.

Ako kažes neku tajnu svom prijatelju, vodi racuna da i on ima svog prijatelja.

Ako voliš nemoj kriti jer nije zabranjeno zaljubljen biti!

Ljudi oprastaju sve osim iskrenosti.




Naposletku...
Ti si dobro znala ko sam ja...
Otkud sad te suze, moja mila?
Rekla si da se za tocak bršljan ne hvata...
Zalud izgužvana svila...
To je tako...
Ne pravi od tuge nauku...
Mami svetlo na sledecem bregu...
Okopnice moj otisak na tvom jastuku...
Kao "jezuška" u snegu...

Razbicu gitaru...
Crn je mrak ispunjava...
Odavno se svoje pesme bojim..
Pomera u meni one gene Dunava...
Pa ja tecem... I kad stojim...
Ali opet...
Dal' bi ikad bila moja ti
da sam vojnik u armiji ljudi?
Rekla si da baš ne umem novce brojati...
I da je Ništa sve što nudim...

Naposletku, ti si navek znala da sam svirac...
Brošic što se teško pribada...
Da me moze oduvati najblazi Nemirac...
Da cu u po reci stati...
Da se necu osvrtati...
Nikada...

Redaš po vitrini
fini porculanski svet...
Al' ja sam figurica bez žiga...
Pazi... To je bajka što ti pada na pamet...
Fali ti baš ovaj cigan?

Ne, mila...
Tek u jesen otkriju se boje krošanja...
Sve su slicne u leto zelene...
Naposletku... Ti si dobro znala ko sam ja...
Cemu suze lepa ženo?

Draga moja, ti si navek znala da sam pajac...
Moj je šešir šatra pomicna...
Usne, tice-rugalice... A u oku tajac...
Da sam kaput sa dva lica...
Da sam Gospo'n Propalica...
Obicna...

Naposletku, ti si navek znala da sam svirac...
I da je nebo moja livada...
Da me može oduvati najblazi Nemirac...
Da cu u po reci stati...
Da se necu osvrtati...
Nikada...