The smell of your skin lingers on me now
You're probably on your flight back to your hometown
I need some shelter of my own protection baby
to be with myself in center, clarity
Peace, Serenity

I hope you know, I hope you know
That this has nothing to do with you
It's personal, myself and I
We got some straightening out to do
And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I've gotta move on with my life
It's time to be a big girl now
And big girls don't cry

The path that I'm walking, I must go alone
I must take the baby steps till I'm full grown,full grown
Fairy tales don't always have a happy ending do they
And I for seek the dark ahead if I stay

I hope you know, I hope you know
That this has nothing to do with you
It's personal, myself and I
We got some straightening out to do
And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I've gotta move on with my life
It's time to be a big girl now
And big girls don't cry

Like a little school mate in the school yard
We'll play jacks and Uno cards
I'll be your best friend and you'll be mine Valentine
Yes you can hold my hand if you want to
'cause I wanna hold yours too
We'll be playmates and lovers and share our secret words
But it's time for me to go home
It's getting late, dark outside
I need to be with myself in center, clarity
Peace, Serenity

I hope you know, I hope you know
That this has nothing to do with you
It's personal, myself and I
We got some straightening out to do
And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I've gotta get a move on with my life
It's time to be a big girl now
And big girls don't cry

Fergie

If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee.
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me, ye women, if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole Mines of gold,
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that Rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee give recompense.
Thy love is such I can in no way repay;
The heavens reward thee manifold I pray.
Then while we live, in love lets so persever,
That when we live no more, we may live ever.

Anne Bradstreet

Opet sam te snevao! Kao zalih sto san ode, te i ti s njime! Kako bih voleo da to ne bese samo san, san i nista vise. Ali hvala i snu. Sladje je snevati nego li zbilju gledati i fusiti se od navrelih osecaja, uspomena, i teska, hladna, samotna zivota... Da, sladji je san, san detinjstva i mladosti; san stare, pocrnele i cadju ispunjene kuce sa velikom bastom ogradjenom tarabama i punom cveca, starih simsirova, ispucanih stabala od krusaka i kajsija, s gustim, gustim dzbunovima i grmljem; san potoka sto pored kuce tece sa visokim topolama, mladim vrbama, brestovima i mekom, uvek vlaznom travom. Pa san toplih noci kad vetar duse i lisce krece, kad mesec sija a iz obasjane daljine dopire zvon od kleptusa i tiha, monotona pesma pastira u "duduk"; san tamnih veceri, razvalina od zidova, turskih konaka, dzamija, opalih streja sa slepim misevima, vesticama, vampirima i "sajbijama" ... san mladosti i srece!
Hajdemo da snevamo.

B. Stankovic