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Magistra edukacije hrvatskoga jezika i književnosti i magistra pedagogije.
Klarinetistica.
Optimistična.
Uporna.
Osjetljiva na nepravdu.
Pomalo djetinjasta. fino
Sanjar.
Zaljubljena u ljubav.

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"Ne idi kamo staza vodi, već kreni gdje nema staze i ostavi trag."
[Ralph Waldo Emerson]

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Sad ostaje vjera, ufanje i ljubav - to troje - ali najveća je među njima ljubav.
(Prva Korinćanima, 13, 13)

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"Granice moga jezika su ujedno i granice moga svijeta." [Ludwig Wittgenstein]

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"Where words fail, music speaks." Hans Christian Andersen

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Možda, samo možda... moje riječi neće usnuti u tišini.

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petak, 01.08.2008.

Heart don't fail me now, courage don't desert me, don't turn back now that we're here

Ah, evo, novi post... Nakon dosta vremena. Al bit će bezveze post. Zašto? Zato što ne znam šta da pišem. A zašto ne znam šta da pišem? Zato što sam zbunjena. A zašto sam zbunjena? Zbog one osobe koja mi već godinu dana ne izlazi iz misli.

Možda više nisam zaljubljena... Jer se posvećujem drugim, važnijim stvarima u životu.
Možda sam još uvijek zaljubljena... Jer bih toliko toga dala samo da ga zagrlim.
Ali jedno je sigurno: više ništa nije isto...


NIsam zaljubljena. Nisam ni nezaljubljena. Jednostavno sam zbunjena. Ali kad bih mogla birat radije bih bila nezaljubljena. Volim taj osjećaj, ali umorna sam od smišljanja načina kako da mu se približim dok njemu nijedan od tih načina nije dovoljno dobar. Dosta mi je... E da, kad već pišem post danas, mogla bih čestitat bratiću rođendan. Sretan rođendan, Krešo!

I za kraj...



I heard there was a secret chord
That David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth, the minor fall, the major lift, the baffled king composing Hallelujah

Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelu----jah

Your faith was strong but you needed proof, you saw her bathing on the roof, her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to a kitchen chair, she broke your throne, she cut your hair, and from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelu----jah

Maybe I have been here before, I know this room; I have walked this floor, I used to live alone before I knew you
I've seen your flag on the marble arch, love is not a victory march, it's a cold and its a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelu----jah

There was a time you let me know whats really going on below, but now you never show it to me, do you? (and)
Remember when I moved in you; the holy dark was moving too, and every breath we drew was Hallelujah

Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelu----jah

Maybe there's a God above, and all I ever learned from love was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
And its not a cry you can hear at night, its not somebody who's seen the light, its a cold and its a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelu--jah

Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelu---u---jah

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