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imaginacija i entuzijazam
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
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am i crazy or what's going on with me??
24.04.2006., ponedjeljak
tako nastala svađa na mom blogu ;)
nakon sto sam napisala onaj post u subotu navecer nakon natjecanja, ocito su tu bila nekakva prepucavanja izmedu neodredene 'me' i ostalih osoba koje su se priklucile svadi.
sve sto sam napisala, bila je cinjenica, a to je da smo pokupili sva prva mjesta.
cast izuzetcima koje su osvojili osom nas dobra mjesta.
i onda naleti ta neodredena osoba i napise komentar koji nema nikakve veze s napisanim tekstom.
zato sam odlucila to zaustaviti na miram nacin i rec da se mi (ja) ne zelim(o) svadati, ali da je vrlo bahato govoriti takve stvari u komentarima i pokrenuti kao nekakvu svađicu koja nema apsolutno nikakvog smisla.
naravno da cu za svoj studio reć da je najbolji na svijetu, jer su tamo moje najbolje frendice koje ne bih mijenjala da sam ne znam ko i da je tamo savrseno iako nas toliko zivciraju starije cure da nekad poludimo (svakodnevo), ali to se sve zaboravi kad se dode na natjecanje.
iskreno, zivim za taj trenutak. mozda zvuci smijesno, ali tako je.
provela sam cijeli petak u dvorani čuvajuci mlađe cure iz studija i gledajući natjecanje na tribinama koje nemaju naslonjač i nakon kojih mi se vrat ukocio, ali to uopce nije bilo vazno. bilo je vazno da si tamo s ljudima koje volis i s kojima ne moras nista porazgovarati a nece ti bit dosadno.
i jos uz put potracamo nekog (priznajte, svi smo takvi) i to je nas zivot.
mama mi kaze da se skoncentriram ovih zadnjih mjeseci na skolu i da ne mislim toliko na takve kako ona kaze gluposti, ali to ti se uvuce pod kozi i ne izlazi.
mozda filozofiram, ali sev sto hocu rec je radite sto volite jer je sad taj trenutak. zivot prolazi, to je tren, ako ga ne uhvatis, ode i gotovo.
zato pazite sto radite.
ne povrijedujte sebi drage osobe, oprastajte, i pretrpite bol jer tek tad znate sta znaci osjecati srecu.
to sam dozivjela u svom zivotu kako puno (mislim na tugu), ali sad sam presla i sad sam sretna.
da. jesam. iako mi je profa iz hrv danas rekla da sutra imam lektiru, a ja nemam knjigu, i nema je za posuditi u knjiznici, sta mogu. snadem se kako mogu i zivim.
volite druge ali ne ocekujte da ce oni vas volit da se ne razocarate previse.
idem.
poseban pozdrav saljem svojim curama, znat ce one na koga mislim :)
cao
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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.
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