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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
two roads diverged in a wood, and I --
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken
*Pretpostavimo da sam tinejdžer. Pretpostavimo da ganjam sreću po svijetu, i da mi zasad, donekle, uspijeva.
*Učinimo te pretpostavke istinitima. Napravimo od njih teoreme.
*I to je zapravo sve što je potrebno znati.
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Robert Frost, Fire and Ice
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black widow
irmo
tear of blood
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Dušu cvijeta trešnje,
-a brzo prođe.
Sogi
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vas ima
Coldplay Viva La Vida
I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemies eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing:
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt, and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
Once you know there was never, never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world
(Ohhh)
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People could not believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries Wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world
(Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohhh)
Hear Jerusalem bells are ringings
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh
Azure Ray Another Week
I wake up each morning
Go to work at eight
Come home for dinner
Time to celebrate
So I round up my friends
We made it through another week
We may not have much
But we've got what we need
So we go all night
Until i see his face
Then the party's over
This drink has no taste
He makes me lonely
When he comes around
I tried for years to beat this one down
I've got all my friends
Couldn't ask for more
But he makes me lonely
When he knocks on my door
The Killers When You Were Young
You sit there in your heartache
Waiting on some beautiful boy to
To save you from your old ways
You play forgiveness
Watch it now
Here he comes
He doesn't look a thing like Jesus
But he talks like a gentleman
Like you imagined
When you were young
Can we climb this mountain
I don't know
Higher now than ever before
I know we can make it if we take it slow
Let's take it easy
Easy now
Watch it go
We're burning down the highway skyline
On the back of a hurricane
That started turning
When you were young
When you were young
And sometimes you close your eyes
And see the place where you used to live
When you were young
They say the devil's water
It ain't so sweet
You don't have to drink right now
But you can dip your feet
Every once in a little while
You sit there in your heartache
Waiting on some beautiful boy to
To save you from your old ways
You play forgiveness
Watch it now
Here he comes
He doesn't look a thing like Jesus
But he talks like a gentleman
Like you imagined
When you were young
(talks like a gentleman)
(like you imagined)
When you were young
I said he doesn't look a thing like Jesus
He doesn't look a thing like Jesus
But more than you'll ever know
naravno da ćeš se usred sazrijevanja i ponosa na samu sebe nakratko vratiti na početak, to je neizbježno. pitat ćeš se kako je došlo do ovoga, kako si se promijenila, kako je tvoj svijet izgledao prije.
sjedit ćeš na krevetu u posuđenom svijetu u suknji koju nisi obukla već godinu dana i slušat ćeš španjolske pjesme i misliti na tog seksi tipa koji ti ne izlazi iz glave. na seksi tipa koji se ponaša kao starija gospođa u menopauzi, tipa koji ima promjene raspoloženja svakog tjedna. i opet ćeš postavaljati ona pitanja koja si se pitala prošle godine, i pretprošle, i one prije te. opet ćeš mučiti samu sebe priglupim mitovima i stvarima koje ne postoje, već si ih, najvjerojatnije, izmislila, jer se tvoja bujna mašta nikad neće promijeniti. onda ćeš shvatiti da se moraš vratiti natrag u sadašnjost i razmisliti o tome s novog gledišta. s gledišta osobe koja jesi, a ne koja si bila.
shvatit ćeš da nećeš razumjeti svog brata kad bude tvojih godina, makar si obećala sama sebi da hoćeš. nećeš, vjeruj mi, jer već sada zaboravljaš.
ali nikad, nikad, nećeš svoje obrazovanje shvatiti ozbiljnije od privatnih nedoumica. što je u redu. jer si već navikla na to, i prilagodila se.
starija si i stvari više nisu onakve kakvima su se prije činile. nijedna polica nije previsoka, grabiš stvari s onih najviših s obje ruke; više se ne ustručavaš i nije te strah ničega.
osim same sebe.
ponekad će se ona sjena u tvom frontalnom režnju opet probuditi. i ne, nemaš leziju, ništa takvog. samo će ti reći da se moraš ustručavati. da ne smiješ to dirati.
in that case.. just let it go. shun/avoid/disdain.
don't let it interfere with your current being.
apple cinnamon cheerios će u takvim trenucima dobro doći, i karton mlijeka iz kantine. jest ćeš ih vilicom iz zelene plastične čaše i vani će biti mračno i na ekranu će biti nagluplja live emisija ikad. dići ćeš se ujutro, ne očekujući ništa, a vani će sniježiti; prvi ožujak. naslonit ćeš se na stakleni zid i promatrati pahulje koje nisi vidjela čitave godine i prisjetit ćeš se kako je bilo prošle zime. kako si izgubila rukavicu. kako je vruća čokolada bila dobra. a onda će na vrata pokucati On, u kožnoj jakni i papučama. pustit ćeš ga unutra. zagrlit će te. bit će ti hladno, jer mu se s jakne topi snijeg, a ti si još u pidžami. nećeš ništa reći. miriši na hladnoću i pjesme s radija. donio je film. gledat ćete film. naslonit će se na tebe. zaspat će. sjetit ćeš se svega. i znat ćeš sve. ništa ti neće biti jasno.
imaš zadaće. neće te biti briga. napisat ćeš ju...poslije. navečer. samo..još malo. još malo. još malo tog savršenstva.
"you don't have to be on your own."
