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pogledajte van kroz prozor...

ajde, pogle!

ak živite u zagrebu i ovo čitate malo kasnije nego što sam ovo napisao, vidit čete kišu....

i tako, jesen je zvanično počela...

jesen je ustvari jedno jako ljepo godišnje doba. neznam iskreno zašto svi pljuju po njoj.
i kiša može biti ljepa. recimo jučer je Cvetku i mene na klupici na ribnjaku zahvatila kiša. i nije mi bio bed kaj sam mokar. hladno mi uopče nije bilo, baš mi je bilo ljepo...

sad neznam kaj da pišem pa ču objavit tekst od jedne almo reč, pomalo depresivne pjesme (iako ju ja nikad nisam shvačao depresivnom) od R.E.M.-a

R.E.M. - I'll Take the Rain

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?
You cling to this
You claim the best
If this is what you're offering
I'll take the rain
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?
You cling to this
You claim the best
If this is what you're offering
I'll take the rain
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?
You cling to this
You claim the best
If this is what you're offering
I'll take the rain
I'll take the rain
I'll take the rain.


ljepa je stvar. i spot mi je dobar...

danas je u čvari močvarna štala, idem malo arlaukat na eurovizijske teleuspješnice...
idemo svi al mi Cvetka nejde:(
al dobro, idemo zajedno sutra na A.R.S. :)

sad jedem pršutnjami. inače ne volim kupovni pršut. jedino domači. al ovaj (malo reklame) iz Getroa je prejeben. nije ko ono talijansko smeče, i nemre se pokverit ni nikaj... sasušen do boli. jučer sam pojeo negdi 10-ak šniti i poslje tog sam trebo popit 10ak litri vode party...
al da sad počnem pisat o pravom domačem pršutu, brijem da nebi dovršio do preksutra...

ustvari ni neznam kaj da pišem drugog, pa samim time vas pozdravljam i.... ovoga... ma neam pojma

pozdrav...

Post je objavljen 25.08.2006. u 13:10 sati.