Here with me
22.02.2009., nedjelja
U2 - Moment of Surrender lyrics from 'No line on the horizon' album
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I tied myself with wire To let the horses run free Playing with the fire until the fire played with me The stone was semi-precious We were barely conscious Two souls too smart to be in the realm of certainty Even on our wedding day We set ourselves on fire Oh God, do not deny her It's not if I believe in love But if love believes in me Oh, believe in me At the moment of surrender I folded to my knees I did not notice the passers-by And they did not notice me I've been in every black hole At the altar of the dark star My body's now a begging bowl That's begging to get back, begging to get back To my heart To the rhythm of my soul To the rhythm of my unconsciousness To the rhythm that yearns To be released from control I was punching in the numbers at the ATM machine I could see in the reflection A face staring back at me At the moment of surrender Of vision over visibility I did not notice the passers-by And they did not notice me I was speeding on the subway Through the stations of the cross Every eye looking every other way Counting down 'til the pain would stop At the moment of surrender Of vision over visibility I did not notice the passers-by And they did not notice me |
03.02.2009., utorak
Vegetarijanstvo ne drži vodu!!!
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Naime.... odgovor leži u .... biljkama mesožderkama! postoje biljke koje jedu meso i njihova se navika ne može promijeniti! to je stanje stvari! prirodno stanje.... :) također.... biljke koje rastu u prirodi crpe energiju iz zemlje koja se više od 70% sastoji od mesa glisti, žohara, crva, pa i ponekog crknutog jelena, ježa i sl. to bi bio argument za veganstvo, jer oni vole ići u detalje, pa ne jedu ni mliječne proizvode jer su od krava i sl. tako ne mogu ni biljke jesti jer rastu na energiji mesa :) jej! in your face V! Kako sam se samo pametno sjetio tog argumenta! Strašno... hehehehehehehehehehe.... |
01.02.2009., nedjelja
People always forget the snow
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Here I am in my fortress of solitude. Near my big window, watching the snow falling. Finnaly. I love snow. It's so natural during the winter for the snow to fall down. So usual, but so incredibly beautiful. Some winters don't have snow. They are like a story without a happy ending. Those winters bring sadness with them. Those winters I try to forget. Unfortunately, I remember them better then those winters that have snow. People always forget the snow. Here I am, listening to Debussy near my big window, watching the snow falling. And thinking. Thinking about the next line that I want to write. My heart is split. I love people. All people. I'm altruist. On the other hand, people are.... I can't find the word. They're not good. People do bad things to each other. I don't know what to think about people right now. Here I am, in my fortress of solitude. Near my big window, watching the snow falling. It reminds me on forgotten stories about kings and princesses. On castles and wizards. Stories that are noble, but...they drown in a poll of past staying only a memory on something we never experienced. Stories are truly beautiful. Here I am in my fortress of solitude. Near my big window, watching the snow falling. I'm talking with my friend over the Windows Live about how to spell 'unfortunately'. She's great. But she's also a human. Is that a good or a bad thing? We met before couple of months and become friends. It's funny how you meet people on weirdest places and you become so close with them in such short time... And you don't really know them. You don't even know who they are and you talk about yourself, your problems, successes, falls... Maybe it's the only way letting someone new, to know you. But people don't talk anymore. People again.... Every thought finishes with the word 'people'. Here I am, in my fortress of solitude. Near my big window, watching the snow falling. I don't think there is solitude indeed in here. I just think is a nice word to make sad atmosphere. I don't think I'm alone. I just feel that way. I don't think being alone is bad. We are all alone at the end. Except that we forgot that He is always with us. Here I am, in my fortress of solitude. Near my big window, watching the snow falling. Snow is beautiful to watch. You can't look at the sun you know. At least not for a long time and it's not healthy. Snow is so peacefull. hahahaha..it dances sometimes. It's funny. It's good that nobody reads this page. I can write anything I want. But at the end, I don't. I write only that can be read. Everything that matters...It's inside. Here I am, in my fortress of solitude. Near my big window, watching the snow falling. Nobody reads this, but... He is here with me... |
