The Sound Of Silence...

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let me please introduce myself

• Tko sam i što sam- što ću, koga volim, što tražim, kuda idem, za čim lutam?
  uzalud nebo za odgovor molim, uplašem sobom svoje suze gutam
  tajanstvo stvari i života zebe
  ne poznam ništa a najmanje sebe...
  Tin Ujević
  
  
  što mi se jako sviđa...
  
  Xaver joj je odgovorio da dom nije ormar s rubljem i ptica u krletci, nego je prisutnost bića koje volimo. Zatim joj je rekao kako on sam nema svoj dom, bolje rečeno, da je njegov dom u koracima, u njegovom hodu, u njegovim lutanjima. Da je njegov dom tamo gdje se otvaraju nepoznati vidici...M. Kundera, Život je drugdje

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• Kapetan Esid-maj dijr frend, đast rid it
  zaratustra-doktor Zaratustra i njegove noćne posjete
  freestyler-gospodin Elokventni
  lpb612-psihodelične i razarajuće pjesme
  pandora-gospodična sa puno smisla za život
  Lavica-lavica....
  nemiri-Ivo Andrić i ostali;)
  nikola-mister koji super piše i ima poseban odnos sa svojom kosom;)
  DoseD-čuvar smišnih postova koji sluša TiBiEf;))
  plavka- novootkrivena riznica pametnih razmišljanja

bez muzike, život bi bio greška

• ...uvijek očaravajuća...
  WALK ON
  And love is not the easy thing
  The only baggage you can bring...
  And love is not the easy thing...
  The only baggage you can bring
  Is all that you can't leave behind
  
  And if the darkness is to keep us apart
  And if the daylight feels like it's a long way off
  And if your glass heart should crack
  And for a second you turn back
  Oh no, be strong
  
  Walk on, walk on
  What you got they can’t steal it
  No they can’t even feel it
  Walk on, walk on...
  Stay safe tonight
  
  You're packing a suitcase for a place none of us has been
  A place that has to be believed to be seen
  You could have flown away
  A singing bird in an open cage
  Who will only fly, only fly for freedom
  
  Walk on, walk on
  What you've got they can't deny it
  Can’t sell it, can’t buy it
  Walk on, walk on
  Stay safe tonight
  
  And I know it aches
  And your heart it breaks
  And you can only take so much
  Walk on, walk on
  
  Home... hard to know what it is if you’ve never had one
  Home... I can’t say where it is but I know I'm going home
  That's where the hurt is
  
  I know it aches
  How your heart it breaks
  And you can only take so much
  Walk on, walk on
  
  Leave it behind
  You've got to leave it behind
  All that you fashion
  All that you make
  All that you build
  All that you break
  All that you measure
  All that you steal
  All this you can leave behind
  All that you reason
  All that you sense
  All that you speak
  All you dress up
  All that you scheme...
  

I KNOW A PLACE WHERE WE CAN CARRY ON

• Old pirates, yes, they rob i;
  Sold I to the merchant ships,
  Minutes after they took i
  From the bottomless pit.
  But my hand was made strong
  By the ’and of the almighty.
  We forward in this generation
  Triumphantly.
  Won’t you help to sing
  These songs of freedom? -
  ’cause all I ever have:
  Redemption songs;
  Redemption songs.
  
  Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
  None but ourselves can free our minds.
  Have no fear for atomic energy,
  ’cause none of them can stop the time.
  How long shall they kill our prophets,
  While we stand aside and look? ooh!
  Some say it’s just a part of it:
  We’ve got to fulfil de book.
  
  Won’t you help to sing
  These songs of freedom? -
  ’cause all I ever have:
  Redemption songs;
  Redemption songs;
  Redemption songs.
  
  Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
  None but ourselves can free our mind.
  Wo! have no fear for atomic energy,
  ’cause none of them-a can-a stop-a the time.
  How long shall they kill our prophets,
  While we stand aside and look?
  Yes, some say it’s just a part of it:
  We’ve got to fulfil de book.
  Won’t you help to sing
  Dese songs of freedom? -
  ’cause all I ever had:
  Redemption songs -
  All I ever had:
  Redemption songs:
  These songs of freedom,
  Songs of freedom.
  
  
  
  ...nije najgore to što svijet nije slobodan, nego što su se ljudi odvikli od slobode...(opet Kundera)