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Poljubac od ruze...i jedna cestitka

Cekala sam Te. Jesam.
Ali izgubile se misli u daljinama i umor me pritisnuo. Dan je bio sasvim obican, a toliko naporan.
Planirala sam sve. I iznenadjenje i citavu noc, ali avaj...
Kako se zivot bas sada poprijeci?

Ne brini.
Sacuvala sam ja jos uvijek hartijice sa natpisima, spremna za ljubav, za Tebe, mili moj.
Cekam jos uvijek da se dan otvori i da mozemo bez osvrta da uzivamo jedno u drugom.

Nedostajes mi...
Cudno, zar ne? Iako si pored mene svaku noc, a moja dusa jos uvijek vapi za Tobom, kao i prije neku godinu kada ni sanjati mogla nisam gdje ce me nasi kilometarski razgovori dovesti.

Bojim se da sam istrosila otrcane fraze.
Nestale su iz mene, nosene bujicom emocija, poletjele u Tvoje narucje, srecne sto im iste u susret idu.

Najdraze moje,
Koliko godina ce da prodje, a ja Te se zasititi necu moci?
Koliko ce moja ljubav jos da raste, svakodnevno, danonocno?
Mala je bocica, ali beskrajnog dna.

Samo ces Ti da shvatis i razumijes.
Samo ces Ti da osjetis koliko si ljubavi posadio u jednoj zednoj dusi.
A dusa ce da voli beskrajno...dok je god tvojih zednih usta da je ispiju.

"You remain
My power, my pleasure, my pain."

(Happy birthday baby)

(K)

Kiss From A Rose - Seal

There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea.
You became the light on the dark side of me.
Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill.
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and
The light that you shine can be seen.
Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.
The more I get of you,
Stranger it feels, yeah.
And now that your rose is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the grave.
There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.
You remain,
My power, my pleasure, my pain, baby
To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny.
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby?
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.
Baby,
I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.
The more I get of you
Stranger it feels,
Now that your rose is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the grave,
I've been kissed by a rose on the grave,
...And if I should fall along the way
I've been kissed by a rose
...been kissed by a rose on the grave.



Post je objavljen 14.10.2006. u 01:44 sati.