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Kada se penješ stepenicama, uvijek pozdravljaj one koje usput
srećes, jer ćes ih ponovo vidjeti kada budeš silazio.

'Thereis a vitality, a life force, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique, and if you block it, it will never exist trough any other medium; and be lost. The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine how good it is, not how it compares with other expression.

It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open. You do not even have to believe in yourself or your work. You have to keep open and aware directly to the urges that motivate you. Keep the channel open. No artist is pleased. there is no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is only a queer, divine dissatisfaction, a blassed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others.'
-Martha Graham-

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ovo je zuta..
zuta kao energija, optimizam i smijeh.
iznad svaga obožava 3 stvari: ritam,new york i ljude.
cijeni ono što ima.
obožava proljetnu kišu i često tada sjedi na terasi s kišobranom ili kapuljačom i promatra.
obzava sanjati.
obozava biti ono sto i je.

You know that it would be untrue
You know that I would be a liar
If I was to say to you
Girl, we couldn’t get much higher
Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire

Time to hesitate is through
No time to wallow in the mire
Try now we can only lose
And our love become a funeral pyre

Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire
Try to set the night on fire

Aouh, come on!
Come on, babe!

Yeah! come on!
Come on!

Woaouh! yeah!

It was the greatest night of my life.
Although I still had not found a wife
I had my friends
Right there beside me.
We were close together.
We tripped the wall, we scaled the graveyard
Ancient shapes were all around us.
The wet dew felt fresh beside the fog.
Two made love in an ancient spot
One chased a rabbit into the dark
A girl got drunk and balled the dead
And I gave empty sermons to my head.
Cemetary, cool and quiet
Hate to leave your sacred lay
Dread the milky coming of the day.

ovo je moja frendica D napisala za mene (mislim samo prepisala lol):
Look at the stars, Look how they shine for you, And everything you do, Yeah they were all yellow,
I came along I wrote a song for you And all the things you do And it was called yellow
So then I took my turn Oh all the things I've done And it was all yellow
Your skin Oh yeah your skin and bones Turn into something beautiful D'you know you know I love you so You know I love you so
I swam across I jumped across for you Oh all the things you do Cause you were all yellow
I drew a line I drew a line for you Oh what a thing to do And it was all yellow
Your skin Oh yeah your skin and bones Turn into something beautiful D'you know for you i bleed myself dry For you i bleed myself dry

am i crazy or what's going on with me??

22.04.2006., subota

život je nekad cist ok, ali i naporan

hej pozdrav svima. nisam malo duze vrijeme pisala jer mi se nije dalo. bolje bit iskren, nego se izvlacit. ali imam jos jednu ispriku. naime u petak i subota sam imala u zagrebu drzavni kup iz step i show plesa tj kategorija, a za sve koji sad klimaju glavom i kazu 'o boze, di me nađe' sami ste si krivi i ne znate sta propustate. svako ima svoj ukus, ali nije lijepo pljuvati po stvarima koje niste ni probali yes

zato prihvate da je to tako i finito.
btw moj klub 'Step by step' hehe pokupio je skoro sva prva mjesta i jednostavno smo super. ajmo jedan jeeeeeeeeeee.
da ne bi bilo da se samo mi hvalimo, dobro su bile i dubrovcanke (pozdrav), a ostale necemo nabrajati jer i nismo u nekim dobrim odnosima. znat ce oni koji sa mnom plesu. ah sta ta konkurencija ragi. egoizam? zelja za slavom?
zao mi je, ali nitko vam ne moze pomoci. fact it i gotovo.
ajmo jos jednom, jeeeeeeeeee.
inace ovo pisem u pol 11 navcer i dosla sam doma s kupa prije sat vremena i mozete mislit kak sam bila dobra da sam odmah napisala post (sad mi treba smajl anđela s aureolom).
mogla bi otic se malo raspakirat. jadna moja vesmasina kad ubacim u nju sve te stvari.hehe
pozdrav

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The only way to discover the limits of the possible is to go beyond

bla bla..
ne volim dvolicnost..dize mi se kosa od takvih ljudi.
ne volim izdaju, nepovjerenje, nekakvo pretvaranje.
ne volim dosadu.iako nekad ta frustracija dobro dode.
volim trcati na tramvaj.
mislim nije da volim,ali to svakodnevno prakticiram. vec mi je postalo uobicajeno :)
volim dobru mjuzu.
volim sanjati. upoznavati nove ljude..komunicirati..heh putovati.

volim svoju kornjacu. volim citati. volim proucavati ny.
znam ga napamet. volim (jako) plesati (joj koji sam ja muskarac bez brkova, znat ce neki na sta se odnosi). volim jesti kruske. sto tvrde to bolje. volim slobodu.
volim nista ne raditi. volim lutati. volim ici nikuda. volim se izgubiti, sta god to znacilo..volim voljeti..

I’m only happy when it rains
I’m only happy when it’s complicated
And though I know you can’t appreciate it
I’m only happy when it rains

You know I love it when the news is bad
And why it feels so good to feel so sad
I’m only happy when it rains

I am the passenger
And I ride and I ride
I ride through the city’s backside
I see the stars come out of the sky
Yeah, they’re bright in a hollow sky
You know it looks so good tonight
I am the passenger
I stay under glass
I look through my window so bright
I see the stars come out tonight
I see the bright and hollow sky
Over the city’s a rip in the sky
And everything looks good tonight

Old pirates, yes, they rob i;
Sold I to the merchant ships,
Minutes after they took i
From the bottomless pit.
But my hand was made strong
By the ’and of the almighty.
We forward in this generation
Triumphantly.
Won’t you help to sing
These songs of freedom? -
’cause all I ever have:
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs.

Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
None but ourselves can free our minds.
Have no fear for atomic energy,
’cause none of them can stop the time.
How long shall they kill our prophets,
While we stand aside and look? ooh!
Some say it’s just a part of it:
We’ve got to fulfil de book.