četvrtak, 04.09.2014.

Sammy in love

Ovog trenutka vjerojatno čitava moja generacija tuli za krajem ljeta. Pokušavaju što bolje i luđe iskoristiti zadnje dane ljetnih praznika, a što ja radim? Pišem. Ili pokušavam. Crtam. Ili pokušavam. Tražim izgovore ( nemam dovoljno papira ili bijele tempere). Kupim bijelu temperu - moj mozak odbija suradnju ( "ne osjećam se inspirirano", kaže mi ). Važno da na we heart it -u imam nekoliko kolekcija "things to draw" ( kao " ta jedna mi nije dovoljna" XD ).
Ljubim se. Ovo zadnje mi se trenutno najviše sviđa. Sammy is in love!! cerek And the boy she is in love with, is in love with her. She is happy. She doesn't know how to be happy. And she's not sure if she loves it or hates it. Ok, ok... I love it. yes Prebacujem se na hrvatski.
Konačno je došao trenutak bacanja papirića sa opisom savršenog dečka iz moje mašte u smeće. Jer on je ovdje. I bolju verziju dečka nisam mogla zamisliti.
Ovo mi veselo raspoloženje polako prelazi u naviku - i nisam sigurna je li to dobro ili loše. Otkrila sam da ne znam pisati sretne pjesme. No, ako je cijena sreće samo jedna napisana zbirka pjesama u životu ( ni tu jednu još nisam objavila smijeh ) , prihvaćam.









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