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Smijem sve ono što dolikuje čovjeku - tko smije više od toga, nije čovjek...

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Što je život? Mahnitanje.
Što je život? Puste sanje,
prazna sjena što nas ovi.
O, malen je dar nam dan,
jer sav život – to je san,
a san su i sami snovi.

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Znanje govori, ali mudrost sluša...

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Znati voljeti znači razumjeti
druge oko sebe...

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Toliko toga imam, a
osjećaji za nju
progutaju sve;
toliko toga
posjedujem, a bez
nje mi se sve
pretvori u ništa.

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˝...ja sam svijetu
tuđ, ja sam iz njega
isključen, otpisan,
mrtav. Ja u njemu
nemam što tražiti.˝

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Nikad ne reci gdje te najviše boli,
nikad ne reci što ti srce voli,
jer ljudi su zli, ranit će te tamo gdje boli,
uzet će ti ono što ti srce voli!

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Živi kao da ti je svaki
dan posljedni
jer mi smo
generacija bez
budućnosti!

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˝Jedino je poezija
beskrajna kao što
je jedino ona i
slobodna, i kao
svoj prvi zakon
priznaje da
samovolja pjesnika
ne trpi nikakve
zakone nad
sobom.˝

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 05.02.2006., nedjelja

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

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

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
He said "Give me your loss and your sorrow"
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
"If I show you the roses, will you follow?"

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

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 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 tween 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


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