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...It was worth it...

Once upon a time, once upon a time, in a kingdom far, far, far away there lived a young girl whos hair was made of gold. People in a village were talking "Oh, how beautiful she is"...
And she went to live in a beautiful house, and all the people loved her and she was very, very happy. But the people in a village were very poor and every night they crapt in her house were the girl slept and they cut of piece of her golden hair and they sold it for a money.
"She'll never even notice" they said.
And so all the gold was gone from hear head.
And the people said "Oh, she is not beautiful at all".
And they took her from a beautiful house, and they drove her into the street. And she run away, and she never come back.
People again become hungry, and they went back to the beautiful house, looking for gold, but no one was there.

I was always looking for sth new... I didn't care for others... I was different, I knew that...
Whatever I did, people were judging it, and just because of that judging I was prompted to do more...

Htjela sam otici negdje, ali nisam znala di.
Iako sam htjela ici tamo, opet sam se izgubila tim neznatnim putem.
Željela sam govoriti da ljudi ne pokusavaju biti nesto, jer i kad si nesto, opet si nista...
Sama ta borba sa životom, bila je nedokučiva. Ljudi su se pitali kamo me to sve vodi... Isla sam samo ravno, nisam gledala druge... Možda me i to smelo, i odvelo na ovo mjesto gdje sam sad...
"Sada" je nesto drugo..."Sada" je pocetak nečeg drugog..."Sada" donosi kajanje, ali nalazi način prelaska preko boli. "Sada" je moj ponovni život...

Ne želim biti patnik, i ne želim da me ljudi jednom gledaju sa žaljenjem. To ne želim.
It was all about lie...

AND NOW...

Life and death,
energy and peace.
If I stop today it was still worth it.
Even the terible mistake that I have made
or would have unmade if I could.
The pain that burnst me, and scared my soul,
it was worth it.
Or having been aloved to wall were I walk,
which was
hell on earth
heaven on earth
back again
into
under
far in
betwen
trought it
in it
and
above...

R.I.P.
GIA


|nedjelja, 01.02.2009. , 16:14|

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