*Rajčica
17.10.2007.,
*Ok, dosta patetike.
Ali lijepo je opet biti izvan tržišta i dijeliti poglede ispod šanka. :)

Smrtna srijeda je gotova i preživljena.
Ja sam kraljica svijeta žohara, jer me ništa na svijetu ne može ubiti, i ne znam kakav bi to nervni plin morao biti da mene prevrne na leđa sa skvrčenim nožicama.
*Opet, moj relativno dobro prikriven perverzni alterego zna jedan drugi način da se to napravinaughty… okok, uljudna sam…pjeva

I zato kaj sam baš jako jako jako (ko to ide sutra s M. na pivo??party) dobre volje, neću vas gnjaviti svojom kvazipoezijom srednjeniže kvalitete i pokušajima da ispadnem jako pametna u prozi, evo jedna pjesma na globalističkom jeziku, moj favorit ovog godišnjeg doba.

*Tomatoes On My Windowsill
by Robin Benzle

Tomatoes on my windowsill,
Lined up like happy soldiers,
From pale green as key lime pie
To red as sunburned shoulders.

They seem to smile at the sun,
While they patiently a-ripen.
And when I do my kitchen chores,
I smile back, enlightened.

One by one I take them down
From their nest upon the sill,
And add them to a salad or
Perhaps a sauce with dill.

Then to my garden I return
To pluck another load,
And tenderly I line them up
On that shelf in my abode.

No sooner do I get them shelved,
Than my garden calls me back.
They're ripening all at once, I think,
As I stuff them in my sack.

So I give them to my neighbors and
I give them to my friends.
I give them to my enemies,
Just to make amends.

Soon, I note they're turning red
So fast it makes me ill.
From off the vine, they drop like flies.
My plot looks like road kill.

Tomatoes on my windowsill
All rotting in a row.
I never thought I'd say this but,
"Where the hell's the snow?"


*Nadam se da ćete mi oprostiti ako ne razumijete globalni, i moju lijenost, i smotanluk…


Sluša se: Boney M. sve po redu
Misli se: svašta…
Osjeća se: ne, nisam zaljubljena ni nikakva kenja u tom stilu, ja sam samo sretno dijete

22:43 - K ( 3 ) - * Drž/Nedaj