iako se ništa posebnog nije dogodilo u mom životu,mojom glavom su prolazile tisuće misli..
pisala san pisme,crtala,slušala muziku..nisan mogla spavat baš najbolje..
jebate išla san van svaki da i popodne i navečer.potrošila svu lovu.jedva preživila tjedan.koma.
grlo me boli..mogla bi stavit neku pismu.iden nać neki tekst.
da..nisan baš neka od volje.tribali smo ić na klizanje ali bilo neko sranje.pa idemo ovaj tjedan.
da san išla doma sad bi bila u trogiru.ali san ostala već 3 ili 4 vikend.izgubila san pojam o vremenu.o prostoru.lebdim..
apsolutno me zaboli za sve.kako na mojoj olovci piše-DOSTA MI JE SVEGA.-
danas san uzela škare i ošišala se.ne podnosim jako dugu kosu pa san samo došla i odrezala 5-6cm kose.
to radin uvik kad se loše osjećam.režem kosu.ne žile.i onda se bolje osjećam.ali nisan hepi.spava mi se...
jela bi palačinke.s nutelom.s marmeladom.i čašu mlika.i sidila u svojoj sobi čitala,crtala,buljila u strop..bilo to samo ne bila ode.
želin ići u san francisco..u onaj hippi store..
znate šta su mi rekli?da san ja neka totalno neodređena u mom stilu oblačenja.nisan ni panker ni hipi ni šminka ni sportski..a je.ja san svoja.baš volin kad znan da niko neće imat majicu kakvu ja
iman.
koju pismu...sultans of swing...
You get a shiver in the dark
It’s been raining in the park but meantime
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing dixie double four time
You feel all right when you hear that music ring
You step inside but you don’t see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Too much competition too many other places
But not too many horns can make that sound
Way on downsouth way on downsouth london town
You check out guitar george he knows all the chords
Mind he’s strictly rhythm he doesn’t want to make it cry or sing
And an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up under the lights to play his thing
And harry doesn’t mind if he doesn’t make the scene
He’s got a daytime job he’s doing alright
He can play honky tonk just like anything
Saving it up for friday night
With the sultans with the sultans of swing
And a crowd of young boys they’re fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don’t give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain’t what they call rock and roll
And the sultans played creole
And then the man he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
’thank you goodnight now it’s time to go home’
And he makes it fast with one more thing
’we are the sultans of swing’
i da....
Hello darkness, my old friend,
I’ve come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left it’s seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
’neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of silence.
Fools said i, you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you.
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon God they made.
And the sign flashed out it’s warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, the words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls.
And whisper’d in the sounds of silence
You Are Summer!
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Outgoing
Friendly
Flirty
Cute
Fun
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8.2.
u petak iden doma!!!!!
napokon..
ali opet je bilo sranje sa busom jer sad više ne vozi neki s kojin san išla pa moran čekat još jednu uru..
ne znan valjda ću se javit već jednom ali neću sigurno više ovi tjedan...ajte peace bradrs end sistrs
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