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pogledajte van kroz prozor... ajde, pogle! ak živite u zagrebu i ovo čitate malo kasnije nego što sam ovo napisao, vidit čete kišu.... i tako, jesen je zvanično počela... jesen je ustvari jedno jako ljepo godišnje doba. neznam iskreno zašto svi pljuju po njoj. i kiša može biti ljepa. recimo jučer je Cvetku i mene na klupici na ribnjaku zahvatila kiša. i nije mi bio bed kaj sam mokar. hladno mi uopče nije bilo, baš mi je bilo ljepo... sad neznam kaj da pišem pa ču objavit tekst od jedne almo reč, pomalo depresivne pjesme (iako ju ja nikad nisam shvačao depresivnom) od R.E.M.-a R.E.M. - I'll Take the Rain The rain came down The rain came down The rain came down on me. The wind blew strong The summer song Fades to memory I knew you when I loved you then The summer's young and helpless. You laid me bare You marked me there The promises we made. I used to think As birds take wing They sing through life so why can't we? You cling to this You claim the best If this is what you're offering I'll take the rain I'll take the rain I'll take the rain. The nighttime creases Summer schemes And stretches out to stay. The sun shines down You came around You love easy days. But now the sun, The winter's come. I wanted just to say That if I hold I'd hope you'd fold Open up inside, inside of me. I used to think As birds take wing They sing through life so why can't we? You cling to this You claim the best If this is what you're offering I'll take the rain I'll take the rain I'll take the rain. This winter song I'll sing along I've searched its still refrain I'll walk alone I've given this, take wing Celebrate the rain. I used to think As birds take wing They sing through life so why can't we? You cling to this You claim the best If this is what you're offering I'll take the rain I'll take the rain I'll take the rain. ljepa je stvar. i spot mi je dobar... danas je u čvari močvarna štala, idem malo arlaukat na eurovizijske teleuspješnice... idemo svi al mi Cvetka nejde:( al dobro, idemo zajedno sutra na A.R.S. :) sad jedem pršut . inače ne volim kupovni pršut. jedino domači. al ovaj (malo reklame) iz Getroa je prejeben. nije ko ono talijansko smeče, i nemre se pokverit ni nikaj... sasušen do boli. jučer sam pojeo negdi 10-ak šniti i poslje tog sam trebo popit 10ak litri vode ...al da sad počnem pisat o pravom domačem pršutu, brijem da nebi dovršio do preksutra... ustvari ni neznam kaj da pišem drugog, pa samim time vas pozdravljam i.... ovoga... ma neam pojma pozdrav... |