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~TIME TO SAY GOODBYE~
Shvatila sam da je zivot prekratak i prelijep za gubljenje vremena za blog. Jer nema smisla prenosit svog zivota na web. Bar ne ovoga sto zivim sad. Ovaj tren. Kad sam sretna vise od ikada, kad imam sve sto neki mogu samo sanjati. I odlucila sam da necu vise navratit tu, no, bar ne za neko vreme. Koliko ce biti dug ovaj period, sam Bog zna. Ja neznam. Mozda me uhvati opet sutra, mozda za par mjeseci, par godina. Mozda nikad. Ali do tad, saljem pusu svima onima koji su bili uz mene u teskim trenucima, kad sam bila totalno izgubljena. Hvala vama! Jos sam na icq, emailu… ali rijetko kad. Volim vas sve! Ali… odoh se posvetiti 3d ljudima :)
Where The Wild Roses Grow
They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day
From the first day I saw her
I knew she was the one
She stared in my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the colour of the roses
That grew down the river,
all bloody and wild
When he knocked on my door
and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man,
and with a careful hand
He wiped at the tears
that ran down my face
On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, "Do you know where the wild roses grow,
So sweet and scarlet and free?"
On the second day he came with a single red rose
Said: "Will you give me your loss and your sorrow"
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
He said, "If I show you the roses, will you follow?"
On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he knelt (stood smiling) above me with a rock in his fist
On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
And I kissed her goodbye, said, "All beauty must die"
And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth...
They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day
From the first day I saw her
I knew she was the one
She stared in my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the colour of the roses
That grew down the river,
all bloody and wild
When he knocked on my door
and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man,
and with a careful hand
He wiped at the tears
that ran down my face
On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, "Do you know where the wild roses grow,
So sweet and scarlet and free?"
On the second day he came with a single red rose
Said: "Will you give me your loss and your sorrow"
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
He said, "If I show you the roses, will you follow?"
On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he knelt (stood smiling) above me with a rock in his fist
On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
And I kissed her goodbye, said, "All beauty must die"
And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth...
Post je objavljen 17.09.2004. u 21:19 sati.