vani siv dan, slutim sunce koga nema, zelene livade, visibabe i ljubicice i more maslacaka koje ce da sve pozute, a onda odu u vetar i eto leta...
28.2. nedelja, sasvin obicno jutro, kafa, dvopek, caj, jeftina struja i pranje vesa, novi kompjuter zuji vise nego stari pa kao da sam u nekoj fabrickoj tkaonici jutro pocinje udarnicki... pregledala forum, vesti, juce bila na myspaceu, nova masina bolje vozi, ipak samo na mozili moze i da pise, poslala svim vernim prijateljima po 2 commenta, pricala sa m. mama mu se povredila, uh, bas mu se ne da, zao mi je...
danas cemo na kafu oko podne... i krenem ja oko 11, ali ono sto sam napisala, nisam poslala jer je u tom trenu nestalo konekcije, kasnije, posle 2 sata je dosla i za divno cudo, pri ukljucenju sam se odmah nasla na profilu, a u misu je bio comm. i evo prva pohvala za novi kompjuter sto je sacuvao ove reci koje bi propale... (jutro, kraj februara, siv dan, kako mrzim zimu, pijem kafu, mislim na tebe, nisam za pricu, nisam ni za sta, a mislim ni ti, ipak tu sam, to znas, i ako se setis, i navratis, ostavljam trag, da sam, bila, m)
sinoc se zavrsio i vb vip4, gledala sam finalno vece na tv pink, pobedio je svaba iz RANA, miran i fin decko, ali ko bi rekao, toliki se soumeni polomili da se pokazu i dokazu, toliko se dramilo, a ne sramilo... "bojis se, bojis se, nemas muda" kao da je pesmica bokija 13, naterala vb da pokaze sta ima... sve u svemu jos jedan kraj, vatromet i sampanjac...
U kavezu duginih boja uzdišu nakaze,
dobrovoljno utamničeni,
traže dodir izvan sebe.
Balave pred vratima izmišljenog Boga
sabrata i krvnika
i kupe mrvice samilosti.
Neko će upitati sasvim očekivano,
izbljuvati jad i darivati Prazno
kao relikviju.
Gdje smo?
Pobjeći treba
u prašnjavi, požutjeli svijet
priljubiti vid
uz mekane niti paučine
bez izgleda
bez straha.
Može li se plakati drugačije?
Sreten Vujović
a meni fale samo jagode i slag na kraju
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I'll never look into your eyes...again
Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand
In a...desperate land
Lost in a Roman...wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah
There's danger on the edge of town
Ride the King's highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby
Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake...he's old, and his skin is cold
The west is the best
The west is the best
Get here, and we'll do the rest
The blue bus is callin' us
The blue bus is callin' us
Driver, where you taken' us
The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door...and he looked inside
Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Mother...I want to...fuck you
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
Doin' a blue rock
On a blue bus
Doin' a blue rock
C'mon, yeah
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
It hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die
This is the end
The Doors
