thirdeye

Until the philosophy which hold one race superior
And another
Inferior
Is finally
And permanently
Discredited
And abandoned -
Everywhere is war -
Me say war.
That until there no longer
First class and second class citizens of any nation
Until the colour of a man's skin
Is of no more significance than the colour of his eyes -
Me say war.
That until the basic human rights
Are equally guaranteed to all,
Without regard to race -
Dis a war.
That until that day
The dream of lasting peace,
World citizenship
Rule of international morality
Will remain in but a fleeting illusion to be pursued,
But never attained -
Now everywhere is war - war.
And until the ignoble and unhappy regimes
that hold our brothers in Angola,
In Mozambique,
South Africa
Sub-human bondage
Have been toppled,
Utterly destroyed -
Well, everywhere is war -
Me say war.
War in the east,
War in the west,
War up north,
War down south -
War - war -
Rumours of war.
And until that day,
The African continent
Will not know peace,
We Africans will fight - we find it necessary -
And we know we shall win
As we are confident
In the victory
Of good over evil

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Zmaj
-anja banjanja-cura s kojom se mlatim kad se kojoj sprdne, meni jedna od najboljih frendica..
Rasta bro' Maro
-maro-frend iz dbk-a..najveći pacifist "bogami"
Graffiti freak of nature
-dragi prijatelj koji stvarno, stvarno zna što znaći -izraziti se-..
Beznačajnost
-frend koji nezna pozdravit :)..but thats ok..its all a big beznačajnost..
Fatoyo
-a funny, funny boy with a funny, funny blog..hihi..:)..fat-o-yo yo yo
Bonja iliti Tony aka Boky
-well, if u like cars..go ahead..click it..
..a nice little kitty..
-ovu curu neznam, ali je toliko draga..svaki put mi ostavi super komentar..thanx
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a friend can be your sun, your moon, your fun and happy tune
a friend can be your wildness, your fall, your happiness and your wonderwall
a friend can be forever, now, later, whenever
a friend can be many things, many summers, many springs
but you to me, mean even more what this world brings..
by: the great and almighty-thirdeye...

hmm..posto su svi isli pisat nes o sebi, bum i ja..
hmm..cek da otvorim neki okay, da nadem neki interview..(hihi)
sto volim : volim..volim..volim voljeti i biti voljena!(MUA)hihi..volim svoje drustvo, volim zvuk bubnjeva i gitare, ''klik'' na foticu,simpsone, volim svoje zivotinjsko carstvo doma (Rambo, Leila, Kaya, Janis- peseki i dva mala skocimisa- Fupster (Bobo Smrad) i Stevo (Miletich), volim sunce, volim Dubrovnik, Pariz, volim dinamican ritam grada te laganu melodiju vjetra na selu, volim u tramvaju slusat glazbu i gledat kroz prozor..daj neda mi se ovo, osjecam se ko Doris Day, ma volim sve i svakog..
sto ne volim : hmm..posto sam samo covjek-ne volim kritiku, vrijedanje, psovanje (jer, psovanje je u kurcu..), ne volim led-imam fobiju, ne volim bilo kakvo mucenje zivotinja, ne volim smradove, ne volim primitivizam, rasizam, zivcanost....blabla..kaj ja znam..
sto volim slusat : hmm, e, pa, svasta iskreno..it depends on the mood im in..roots rock reggae (wailerse, bob marley, cliffa, tosha, belafontea, millera, steel pulse, burnin spear, gladiators, tootse, melodianse, manu chao..itd..stari rock,the 60's..neznam, od novijih volim alanis morrisette, sarah mclachlan, norah, bjork, tracy chapman, asain dub foundation, oasis, coldplay, ratm, creed, the music, radiohead, rhcp...i tako dalje nemrem se sjetit..
što ne volim slušat? sebe pod tušem..hihi..funny..ma ne volim cajke..objasnjenje nije potrebno..
skola: umjetnicka
trenutacni zivotni moto-life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what'cha gonna get..
nemogu bez : ljubavi, zraka, glazbe, papira i olovke..
da sam... -ono sto zapravo jesam, i budem ono sto mogu biti-iznenadila bih se!
da nisam.. -ponekad zivcana, zbunjena, sajlasta, bahata-bila bi skoro savrsena..=)
preporucila bih svima : get up, stand up..stand up for YOUR rights..
hidden in a desert
Can you feel the dusty old branch comb the desert
with its thorns and painfull ballad
sweaping tunes
like an old black scornful choir..
Can you feel it bend deeply in your soul..
Can you feel the intensity of the burning wind..
Can you feel loneliness blowing your way..
Can you feel at all?

This desert used to be my home..
The wind was my friend
The joy it brought used to be the thorns and branches
The black choir, my lullaby..
...confused...
...alone...
My friend, the wind..has blown my own sand in my eyes.....
....why am i not blind?

ARHIVA

(Stara fotka..)
zmaj..u dubrovniku..vidi se stradun..


If you wait for me
Then I’ll come for you
Although I’ve travelled far
I always hold a place for you in my heart
If you think of me
If you miss me
Once in a while
Then I’ll return to you
I’ll return and fill that space in your heart
Remembering your touch
Your kiss, your warm embrace
I’ll find my way back to you
If you be waiting
If you dream of me
Like I dream of you
In a place that’s warm and dark
In a place where I can feel the beating of your heart
Remembering your touch
Your kiss, your warm embrace
I’ll find my way back to you
If you be waiting
Oh I’ve longed for you
And I have desire
To see your face, your smile
To be with you wherever you are
Remembering your touch
Your kiss, your warm embrace
I’ll find my way back to you
Please say you’ll be waiting
Together again
It would feel so good to be
In your arms
Where all my journeys end
If you can make a promise
If its one that you can keep
I vow to come for you
If you wait for me
And Say you hold
A place for me
In your heart
A place for me in your heart


..and some Paris photos..

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dosta Pariza, ovo su neke crteze od lonca iliti graffiti freak of nature, pa recite, kaj je bolje? fotografija ili ono na fotografiji..hehe..

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......maro ce me ubit zbog ovog..ali hebi ga, morala sam!!!! SORRY