The Doors - Waiting for the Sun
At first flash of Eden
We race down to the sea
Standing there on
Freedom's shore
Waiting for the sun
Waiting for the sun
Waiting for the sun
Can you feel it
Now that Spring has come
That it's time to live
In the scattered sun
Waiting for the sun
Waiting for the sun
Waiting for the sun.
Waiting for the sun
Waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting,
Waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting...
Waiting for you to come along
Waiting for you to hear my song
Waiting for you to come along
Waiting for you to tell me what went wrong
This is the strangest life I've ever known
Can you feel it
Now that Spring has come
That it's time to live
In the scattered sun.
Waiting for the sun
Waiting for the sun
Waiting for the sun
Waiting for the sun
Dragi moji,
Kao što ste i iz samoga naslova mogli zaključiti, opet sam zapeo u inventuri...
Hoće li ona biti redovna, godišnja inventura, ili pak će se njome, konačno i definitivno zatvoriti jedno poglavlje knjige (za koju ponekad imam vrlo jaki osjećaj da je nisam sam pisao, a o kojoj sam vam uporno, ponekad i gnjavatorski, govorio) u ovome trenu ni sam ne znam...
Ono što znam jest, da se svake godine iznova, nekako sa samim njenim početkom i s prvim sunčanim danima, kod mene javlja nekakovo stanje sjete, gotovo tuge... koje je iz godine u godinu sve teže, sve tiše... A sjeta slaže slike, oblikuje misli u već oprobane sljedove... vrtloži misli onako kako ne bi trebalo... i tvori deterministički kaos... u čijem sam centru ja... I ono što je nekoć bilo blagotvorno, pače - ljekovito, odjednom postaje pogubno... pa zagubljen u hodnicima sjećanja, u frazama života, kljaštrim rasplinute sne, ogoljujem ontološke kosti...
No da... (o)lako je tome razmišljati... teško je nešto suvislo reći...
Well, anyway...
I ovo je jutro mirisalo na Rodos...
I kao što sam nekada (gotovo požudno) u svoja pluća udisao dim cigarete, tako sam jutros u sebe uvlačio miris blagoga, svježega jutra koje prethodi toplome danu...
Jasno... i te će tuge nestati...
A lijek... lijek je samo jedan:
U2 - Love Is Blindness
Love is blindness
I don't wanna see
Won't you wrap the night
Around me?
Oh my heart
Love is blindness
In a parked car
In a crowded street
You see your love
Made complete
Thread is ripping
The knot is slipping
Love is blindness
Love is clockworks
And cold steel
Fingers too numb to feel
Squeeze the handle
Blow out the candle
Love is blindness
Love is blindness
I don't want to see
Won't you wrap the night
Around me?
Oh my love
Blindness
A little death
Without mourning
No call
And no warning
Baby, a dangerous idea
That almost makes sense
Love is drowning
In a deep well
All the secrets
And no one to tell
Take the money
Honey
Blindness
Love is blindness
I don't want to see
Won't you wrap the night
Around me?
Oh my love
Blindness
Post je objavljen 28.01.2008. u 16:36 sati.