Peh
Jos jedan vikend je prosao, jos jedan tipican vikend, jer malo toga se dogadja u nasem malom mistu, a to se moze zakljuciti i po naslovu bloga: Sve je k'o lani.
Sve je godinama isto.
Pa tako i kolektivna euforija za lokalnim nogometnim klubom, koju ja kao i vecinu stvari koje imaju rijec kolektiv bas i ne zagovaram, ali u nedostatku dogadjanja odem na na tekmu. Uvijek mogu susresti zanimljive ljude, cuti smijesne komentare i upadice i na kraju krajeva, vidit zgodnih futbalera.
O nekima od njih sam vec pisala, ali ima njih poprilicno. Posebna je prica jedna 10. Kuvali smo se prosle godine, ali nekako nismo bili na istoj valnoj duljini pa je sve ostalo na osmjesima i pogledima. U medjuvremenu je on nasao curu, ja sam se borila s duhovima proslosti ( i jos se borim, nazalost) tako da je sve palo duboko u zaborav. Do oive tipicne subote.
Sestra mi je dosla s faksa pa sam s njom i njenom prijom odradjivala tipicnu subotnju rutinu Utakmica – kava – izlazak.
Samo sta sve nije bilo tipicno.
Spletom okolnosti dosla sam u kontakt s doticnom 10. I sve je bilo OO, njegove cure nema u blizini, neme duhovine opsjedaju, lagano caskamo.
Kad odjednom evo moje sestre koja vidno pripita upada u razgovor.
I tu ja ispadam!
Zasto?
Moja sestra je u najmanju ruku atraktivna. Visoka, plava, mrsava, duhovita i koketna.
Ne zelim reci da je on bas tipican nogometas, ali sigurna sam da je tipican muskarac.
I tako oni spikaju, u roku pola sata razmijene brojeve i dogovore se za kavu i nemam pojma sta sve!!!!!!!
A ja bisna! Nije da mi je on bio nova ljubav zivota, ali to je bio udarac ravno u moj ego i moje ionako poljuljano samopouzdanje srusilo se u tisucu komadica.
Stvarno sam ku...ve srice!
01.04.2007. u 23:10 |
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Sto sam sve procitala od srpnja 2006.:
S. Sheldon: Vjetrenjace Bogova
M.H. Clark: Sjeti se
E. Hemingway: Zbogom oruzje
M.H. Clark: Meni pripadas
S. De Beauvoir: Uspomene dobro odgojene djevojke
P. Coelho: Fahir
G.G. Marquez: Ljubav u doba kolere
S. De Beauvoir: Snaga stvari
P. Coelho: Djavao i gospodjica Prym
P. Coelho: Na ogalu rijeke Piedre sjela sam i plakala
Judy Blume: Ljetne sestre
M.H. Clark: Prije no sto kazem zbogom
R. Rendell: Brojalica
O. Mirebeau: Dnevnik jedne sobarice
R. Sole: Fotograf i njegova zena
L. Winston: Petica iz tugovanja
M.H. Clark: Srest cemo se opet
S. Sheldon: Ispricaj mi svoje snove
A. Pulitzer: Blizanke
J.C. Grange: Grimizne rijeke
S. Japrisot: Zaruke su dugo trajale
I. von Kurthy: Zona mjesecine
S. Japrisot: Zaruke su dugo trajale
I. von Kurthy: Zona mjesecine
''LJUBIM TE,
NO STO SE TO TEBE TICE?''
Goethe
Covjek moze zadrzati osjecaje prema nekome, a da ipak vise ne pristaje da oni upravljaju citavim vasim zivotom i kvare ga.
Simone de Beauvoir,
''Snaga stvari''
''Kad te ljubavnik napusti, mozes isplakati sve suze ovog svijeta, ali ga neces vratiti. otisao je zauvijek, odnio sa sobom tvoje slomljene uspomene svedene na prah i ostavio tvoju dusu samu.''
Wei Hui, ''Sangaj baby''
''Siromasni duhom ne mogu biti cinicni zato sto su vec uvijek odredjeni bijedom vlastite neduhovnosti.''
Zivko Paic
Aerosmith Dream On
Every time I look in the mirror
All these lines on my face getting clearer
The past is gone
It goes by, like dusk to dawn
Isn't that the way
Everybody's got their dues in life to pay
Yeah, I know nobody knows
where it comes and where it goes
I know it's everybody's sin
You got to lose to know how to win
Half my life
is in books' written pages
Lived and learned from fools and
from sages
You know it's true
All the things you do come back to you
Sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears
Sing with me, if it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good lord will take you away
Yeah, sing with me, sing for the year
sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
sing with me, if it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away
Dream On Dream On Dream On
Dream until your dreams come true
Dream On Dream On Dream On
Dream until your dream comes through
Dream On Dream On Dream On
Dream On Dream On
Dream On Dream On
Sing with me, sing for the year
sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
sing with me, if it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away
Sing with me, sing for the year
sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
Sing with me, if it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away......
Summer Wine
(Natalia):
Strawberries cherries and an angel´s kiss in spring
My summer wine is really made from all these things
(Ville):
I walked in town on silver spurs that jingled to
A song that I had only sang to just a few
She saw my silver spurs and said lets pass some time
And I will give to you summer wine
Ohh-oh-oh summer wine
(Natalia):
Strawberries cherries and an angel´s kiss in spring
My summer wine is really made from all these things
Take off your silver spurs and help me pass the time
And I will give to you summer wine
Ohhh-oh summer wine
(Ville):
My eyes grew heavy and my lips they could not speak
I tried to get up but I couldn´t find my feet
She reassured me with an unfamiliar line
And then she gave to me more summer wine
Ohh-oh-oh summer wine
(Natalia):
Strawberries cherries and an angel´s kiss in spring
My summer wine is really made from all these things
Take off your silver spurs and help me pass the time
And I will give to you summer wine
Mmm-mm summer wine
(Ville):
When I woke up the sun was shining in my eyes
My silver spurs were gone my head felt twice its size
She took my silver spurs a dollar and a dime
And left me cravin´ for more summer wine
Ohh-oh-oh summer wine
(Natalia):
Strawberries cherries and an angel´s kiss in spring
My summer wine is really made from all these things
Take off your silver spurs and help me pass the time
And I will give to you summer wine
Mmm-mm summer wine
Natalia Avelon & Ville Valo
