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btw Siboney je naziv pesme iz soundtracka od 2046. Izvodi je Connie Francis.

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Ne pitajte šta možete učiniti za svoju zemlju, pitajte šta ima za ručak.
Orson Vels

Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before. He is full of murderous resentment of people who are ignorant without having come by their ignorance the hard way.
from The Books of Bokonon, Cat's Cradle

I stumbled out of bed
I got ready for the struggle
I smoked a cigarette
And I tightened up my gut
I said this can't be me
Must be my double
And I can't forget, I can't forget
I can't forget but I don't remember what

I'm burning up the road
I'm heading down to Phoenix
I got this old address
Of someone that I knew
It was high and fine and free
Ah, you should have seen us
And I can't forget, I can't forget
I can't forget but I don't remember who

I'll be there today
With a big bouquet of cactus
I got this rig that runs on memories
And I promise, cross my heart,
They'll never catch us
But if they do, just tell them it was me

Yeah I loved you all my life
And that's how I want to end it
The summer's almost gone
The winter's tuning up
Yeah, the summer's gone
But a lot goes on forever
And I can't forget, I can't forget
I can't forget but I don't remember what

Pixies - I Can't Forget
(Leonard Cohen cover)


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Davno je to bilo. Sada je Nađenjka već udata; udali su je, ili je sama pošla - svejedno, za sekretara plemićkog masalnog fonda i sad već ima troje dece. Ono, kako smo ja i ona nekad išli na sankanje i kako je vetar donosio do nje reči "ja vas volim, Nađenjka" nije zaboravljeno; za nju je to sad najsrećnija, najnežnija i najlepša uspomena u životu.
A meni sad, kad sam postao stariji, nije više jasno zašto sam izgovarao one reči, zašto sam se šalio...

Anton Pavlovič Čehov - Šala

08.12.2006., petak

My name is Gray. Dorian Gray.


I went to the post office across the street. And I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Lots of lovely girls on the streets of Belgrade on this warm day. Eyes that could melt an iceberg. Smiles that overshine the Sun. All these moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to go back to the office.


Uskoro mi ističe lična karta (cro: osobna, ger: ausvajs, eng: ajdi). Da bih izvadio novu, morao sam prvo da se fotografišem. Stavio sam novu sliku uz onu od pre deset godina.

Apsolutno nema razlike!

Da nisam ovde na incognito misiji, odmah bi skenirao obe fotografije da ilustrujem taj fenomen.

Zezaju me kolege - čuvaš li kod kuće na skrovitom mestu neku sliku koja stari umesto tebe?

(Disclaimer: malih razlika naravno ima, mahom nisu primetne u toj rezoluciji. Ili je nama svima vid oslabio.)

Nikad (osim možda u zabavištu) nisam bio okružen "svojom" generacijom. Dugo sam bio sa starijima, posle sam bio među (mnogo) mlađima. A izgled uvek bio u neskladu sa stvarnim godinama. Sigurno je postojao momenat, ali ne mogu da se setim gde i kada, kad sam bio u pravom trenutku u vremenu.

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