petak, 26.11.2004.
"Brzo će me zaboraviti."
Dok sam čekao tramvaj pade mi pogled na naslovnicu neke tiskovine, novijeg datuma izdanja, barem po mom mišljenju, mislim da se zove Vitalnost & Zdravlje ili takko nešto... Enivej, na naslovnici na desnoj strani negdje po sredini velikim slovima ispisano je Ana Rucner: Vlado me puno ljubi |
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- Jean-Paul Sartre - Šta je književnost
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Ivica Ivanišević - Biografija Smoje
Europski glasnik 8
Soundtrack
- When I first came to London I was only sixteen
With a fiver in my pocket and my ole dancing bag
I went down to the dilly to check out the scene
And I soon ended up on the old main drag
There the he-males and the she-males paraded in style
And the old man with the money would flash you a smile
In the dark of an alley you'll work for a five
For a swift one off the wrist down on the old main drag
In the cold winter nights the old town it was chill
But there were boys in the cafes who'd give you cheap pills
If you didn't have the money you'd cajole or you'd beg
There was always lots of tuinol on the old main drag
One evening as I was lying down by Leicester Square
I was picked up by the coppers and kicked in the balls
Between the metal doors at Vine Street I was beaten and mauled
And the ruined my good looks for the old main drag
In the tube station the old ones who were on their way out
Would dribble and vomit and grovel and shout
And the coppers would come along and push them about
And I wished I could escape from the old main drag
And now I'm lying here I've had too much booze
I've been shat on and spat on and raped and abused
I know that I am dying and I wish I could beg
For some money to take me from the old main drag