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Psihološka nadogradnja mladih umova. Retrospektiva proživjelih situacija i emocionalnih faza. Dvije autorice kreiraju svojevrsnu parodiju na dramatično-tragično (ili tragik-komično) sazrijevanje. Apsurdni odnos stvarnosti i fikcije prikazan je u više sfera, a frustracije su pretočene u digitalni zapis.

Sympathy for the Devil

Please allow me to introduce myself
Im a man of wealth and taste
Ive been around for a long, long year
Stole many a mans soul and faith
And I was round when jesus christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I stuck around st. petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank
Held a generals rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah
I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made
I shouted out,
Who killed the kennedys?
When after all
It was you and me
Let me please introduce myself
Im a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached bombay
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But whats confusing you
Is just the nature of my game
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me lucifer
cause Im in need of some restraint
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or Ill lay your soul to waste, um yeah
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, um yeah
But whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down
Woo, who
Oh yeah, get on down
Oh yeah
Oh yeah!
Tell me baby, whats my name
Tell me honey, can ya guess my name
Tell me baby, whats my name
I tell you one time, youre to blame
Ooo, who
Oh, yeah
Whats me name
Tell me, baby, whats my name
Tell me, sweetie, whats my name
Ooo, who, who

Zaista

Opusti se ja sam vjetar
Koji ti donosi svjezi zrak
jucer sam se pretvorila u bijeli oblak
spajala kapljice koje padaju na tvoje lice

Otvorio si prozore i pogledao prema suncu
udahnuo duboko i kihnuo potiho
i gledao me ravno u oci te se nasmjesio
gledao me ravno u oci pa me upitao

Tko si ti zaista

Ja sam vjetar
sto ti daje krila
ti budi ptica
koja vratit' ce mi mir

Tako sam umorna
od trazenja ljubavi
u ovoj sumi betona, celika
samo rijetki snivaju, zaista

Zaista, to je carolija
kad osmjeh tvoj me doziva
u sutone i svitanja
to je moja utjeha

Doista bit' cu tvoj hram
sa tisucu svijeca
da te griju dok si sam


Tako sam umorna
od trazenja ljubavi
u ovoj sumi betona, celika
samo rijetki snivaju, zaista


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utorak, 12.08.2008.

Well, I guess I need a man

Javljam se sa strane one zazuete polovice suptilnih kontemplacija. Zauzeta sam naravno samo teoretski. Što se tiče vezne zauzetosti, da, puno vremena provodimo zajedno ...ja i moj mušarac...kojeg dnevno primim za kurac barem 16 puta dok on priča o poslu i o tome kako će si sredit život, kuću, uhodat business...a jedino što ja želim da sredi je moju vđajnu ili ono novo što smo probali!
Naslov nije vezan uz mene iako bi se moglo i tako protumačiti- ja, vezna kontemplacija trebam više od muškarca. Nevermind, ionako sam uvijek zapostavljena..
K je ta koja guessa da je vrijeme da se krene...nekim novim iliti dugo nedodirivanim kožama. Put pod koljena i i ravno (ili uzbrdo) do ljubavnog tepiha (ili na što već naiđeš). Predajem tipkovnicu to lady red.

here i am. nije da imam išta novo za obznaniti svijetu. mislim da je problematika jasna i očita- imam previše vremena, premalo problema i way too much hormona! zaljubljena u mr. wrong a uz njega simpatiziram još barem 5,6 frajera.
javila sam se bivšem ljubavniku. htjela sam, takoreći, baciti kamen u kotrljanje. pokrenuti novu lavinu uzbuđenja. ponovno okusiti njegovu muškost. sada čekam da se pojavi negdje u mojoj blizini. bez cure.
šta je s onom poslovicom tko čeka, dočeka? nek se jebe ko ju je smislio!

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