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Srećna slava i rođendani svima onima kojima je danas taj dan! :)
Bog vam pomogao i neka vam je sve sa srećom! :)

p.s. čestitka je i za ateiste;
Bog čuje, treba mu samo ponekad da malo pročačka uši :)
p.p.s. oprosti mi Bože, bilo je neophodno :)

Shuttle to Earth..
Houston, we have a problem..

AUSTROnat-driver-Shubi feeling sleepy, repeat sleepy..in danger of dozing off..dozing off..dozzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

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TJ
ovaj cakleći karmin baloon heart možda i kopirati + okačiti na još 1 dostojno mesto...veronique?
ok?(-*

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sustained:-)
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kako to neodoljivo zvuči
sustained
samo oštro TJ...baca nas na kolena
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case closed!

Angel of Harlem,singing the blues

(Harold Arlen / Johnny Mercer)

I'm gonna love you like nobody's loved you come rain or come shine
High as a mountain and deep as a river come rain or come shine
I guess when you met me it was just one of those things
But don't ever bet me cause I'm gonna be true if you let me

You're gonna love me like nobody's loved me come rain or come shine
Happy together unhappy together and won't it be fine?
Days may be cloudy or sunny
We're in or we're out of the money

But I'm with you always, I'm with you rain or shine

I'm gonna love you like nobody's loved you come rain or come shine
High as a mountain deep as a river come rain or come shine
I guess when you met me it was just one of those things
But don't ever bet me cause I'm gonna be true if you let me

You're gonna love me like nobody's loved me come rain or come shine
Happy together unhappy together and won't it be fine?
Days may be cloudy or sunny
We're in or we're out of the money.

But I'll love you always, I'm with you rain or shine
Rain or shine.

TJ, jedan savet iz drocckanja, pa ti brisi ako je nepotreban,mislim ako si htela da raaaasiriiiiis do ovaaaaj Negotina:
u prvoj zagradi napises umesto img ovo:
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Ovo iza su dimenzije.Probas dok ne pogodis dimenzije koje ti se svidjaju za tvoju sliku.
Poljubaaaaaac uz Billie za sve
Ustajte spavaliceeeeee
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Modesty savladala lekciju iz bojanke uz ML vaspitacicu, ali zbog lepote, grandioznost balona odobrena:-)a potom ipak smanjena:-))))

Igrarije manguparije sa Čubure.
Nevaljalci jedni.
Nevaljali.

ups, zaboravih na HIT(ove) DANA

1. Mel Torme: Around midnight
2. Soul II Soul: Back to life..back to reality..
3. majeutika..bre..(peva Aca Lukas) :)

Annie Lennox - A thousand beautiful things i generalno ceo album Bare, koji je superishka.

Every day I write the list
Of reasons why I still believe they do exist
(a thousand beautiful things)
And even though it's hard to see
The glass is full and not half empty
(a thousand beautiful things)
So... light me up like the sun
To cool down with your rain
I never want to close my eyes again
Never close my eyes
Never close my eyes

I thank you for the air to breathe
The heart to beat
The eyes to see again
(a thousand beautiful things)
And all the things that's been and done
The battle's won
The good and bad in everyone
(this is mine to remember)
So ...
Here I go again
Singin' by your window
Pickin' up the pieces of what's left to find

The world was meant for you and me
To figure out our destiny
(a thousand beautiful things)
To live
To die
To breathe
To sleep
To try to make your life complete
(yes yes)
So ...
Light me up like the sun
To cool down with your rain
I never want to close my eyes again
Never close my eyes
never close my eyes ...
That is everything I have to say
(that's all I have to say)

odstutan (opravdano, časna reč) pa da sa zakašnjenjem čestitam rođendan našoj dragoj joelle, kao i slavu srcu-mome-vro-dragoj Aniram
Mnoga leta vam želim obema :))

...To stand against the Shadow so long as iron is hard and stone abides. To defend the weak while one drop of blood remains. To avenge what cannot be defended...

..jednoga dana ces biti objavljena :)

Oliver Mandic

Smejem se , a plakao bih

U čudnu lepu noć ti nestaješ
Okrećeš mi leđa i odlaziš
I vidim da sam bivši da si opet s' njim
Još jedna noćna mora i pomirenje s' tim

Da li sam ikad bio grub prema tebi ja
Da li si čula ružnu reč možda nekada
A samo kad se setim šta pričala si ti
Suze mi pođu al' za tren sve zaboravim

I smejem se,smejem se,smejem se, a plakao bih
I smejem se,smejem se,smejem, se, a plakali bi

Sada me bacaš kao stvar, istrošenu stvar
Zaboravljaš me kao loš ružan dan
A samo kad se setim šta pričala si ti
Suze mi pođu al' za tren sve zaboravim

Refren

Oliver Mandić

Kreni kroz vene

Miluj me najlepša, poteci mojim žilama
Da osetim da sam živ, da sam tvoj ko nekada
Pa da zapevam, od sreće napijen
Ko nekad ludujem, ko dete radujem

Miluj me najlepša, u ovim tužnim noćima
Zagrej me, teši me, umoran sam od lutanja
Pa da zapevam, od sreće napijen
Ko nekad ludujem, ko dete radujem

Bez tebe ja sam samo senka,
Tek pola od čoveka
I svaka tuđa ruka me grebe

Kreni, kreni kroz vene
Uđi, uđi u mene
(2x)

Miluj me najdraža, s' tobom hoću da ozdravim
Da umirem, od ljubavi, da sve rane zaboravim
Pa da zapevam, od sreće napijen
Ko nekad ludujem, ko dete radujem

Bez tebe ja sam samo senka
Tek pola od čoveka
I svaka tuđa ruka me grebe

Kreni, kreni kroz vene
Uđi, uđi u mene
(2a)

Ti si mi potrebna, ti mi značiš sve
I živim za tebe
(2x)

Instrumental

Ti si mi potrebna, ti mi značiš sve
I živim za tebe
(2x)

Fade out...

ps. milost :)
odlazim, a volim te (ili šta više)
dođe mi da vrisnem tvoje ime
relax:)
nešto drugo? :)

Pa da li je ovo blog o raznim formamam drochkanja ili za R - CM krsh i lom sa Shubily kao kolateralnom stetom...i to dok R and Sh imaju licno nadmetanje u frast brand name ME slickama??????

ne,ne,ne..ajde malo
enjoy your day!

TJ, di nadje ovoh leteceg holandjanina?Bas je meden.

shubi, medu, raspitah se sta je to ko sav normalan svet ;0) i saznadoh da moze da se gleda on-line.A kazes na kraju ide come rain or come shine...Lepooooo, probacu jednom

ML, banderasuuuuuuu, pa ajde sd, imaj herza pa napravi tri de foto -robote damaaaaaaaa, sto igras ziheraski.nsarski...Ajd malo rizikuj...

Fixeeeeeruuuuuu, postoooooooo kristaaaaaaal? Ajd, nemoj da si party pooper, budi super trooper

Drugari,Joelle je otisla kuciiiiii.Ajd ljubnite je od mene kad se vidite.

Evo za danas, jedna za kukoveeeeee

It don't mean a thing
Ella Fitzgerald,Louis Armstrong

It don't mean a thing, if it ain't got that swing
(doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah)
It don't mean a thing all you got to do is sing
(doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah)
It makes no difference
If it's sweet or hot
Just give that rhythm
Everything you've got
It don't mean a thing, if it ain't got that swing
(doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah)
It don't mean a thing all you got to do is sing
(doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah)
It makes no difference
If it's sweet or hot
Just give that rhythm
Everything you've got
It don't mean a thing, if it ain't got that swing
(doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah, doo-ah)
It makes no difference
If it's sweet or hot
Just give that rhythm
Everything you've got
It don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing
It don't mean a thing all you got to do is sing
(doo-ah)
It makes no difference
If it's sweet or hot
Just give that rhythm
Everything you've got
Don't mean a thing all you've gotta do is swing
It don't mean a thing all you've gotta do is sing
It makes no difference
If it's sweet or hot
Give that rhythm
Everything you've got
It don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing
(doo-ah, dooooo-aaaaah)
Don't mean a thing

Dakle..sinoc sam se malo kotirao i svojim prisustvom uvelicao jednu od projekcija Slobodne Zone. Film stvarno treba pogledati, cak i u slucaju odsustva bilo kakvog paljenja na dokumentarnu formu. Naravno, ne znam da li su sminkali stvarnost, ili je bas tako kako predstavljaju..u krajnjoj liniji, nije ni vazno. Film drzi paznju, muzika je fenomenalna, a nekoliko kadrova potpuno uzbudi. Ja licno bih se fenomenom favela bavio kao posledicom, a ne ko uzrokom, ali, kazem..uopste nije bitno i neophodno udubljivati se. Prosto odgledas i pustis da te rokne utisak vizuelnog.

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shvatila iz treceg citanja...ok if possible:-)

molim te, kad te molim...proshetaj mi malo one moje nogice po Kalishu ovako notjom...al kad te moooolim..;)

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šoobeedoobee kako se dogodilo da ova sličica ne radi?
šteta.hajde ponovi taj kalenberg,ovaj nešto neće ((:
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chek da vidim dal ce sad..Kalenberg NOT..Kalish..!

Now you say you're lonely
You cried the long night through
Well, you can cry me a river
Cry me a river
I cried a river over you
Now you say you're sorry
For being so untrue
Well, you can cry me a river
Cry me a river
Cause I cried, I cried
I cried a river over you
You drove me,
Nearly drove me out of my head
While you never shed a tear
Remember?
I remember all that you said
Told me love was too plebeian
Told me you were through with me and
Now you say you say love me
Well, just to prove you do
Come on and cry me a river
Cry me a river
I cried a river over you
You drove me
Nearly drove me out of my head
While you never shed a tear
Remember?
I remember all that you said
Told me love was to plebeian
Told me you were through with me...
And now, now you say you love me
Well, just to prove you do...
Come on! and cry, cry, cry me a river
Cry me a river...
Cause I cried a river over you
If my pillow could talk
Imagine what it would've said
T'would be a river of tears
I cried in bed
So you can cry me a river
Daddy, go ahead now and cry that river
Cause I cried how I cried
A river over you

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Modesty, Modesty...kakva je to divna pesmica:-)u svim izvodjenjima mada favorite gladys knight & the pips

Posle malo tmurnjikavog rasplozenja medju blogerskom zajednicom nudimo vam malonerazumljivi predlog outfita za lepo raspolozenje i blagoglagoljanje... (koji nije official blog uniform!)
Dobro jutro!

someone should be making martinis..
recimo meni jedan dry sa maslinkom na čačkilici..please
šekspiru dati sestru..ništa matematika,inženjering i taj rad..prevladala donja čulna usna..it takes one to know one..
ko mi bre diro zajednicu!?sd ću ga:

Čak u Tibet
Živi lama,
Nema tata,
Nema mama.

Nema žena,
Nema deca,
Jok mu treba
Streptomeca.

Nema sapun,
Nema plakar,
Ne zna najlon,
Ne zna bakar.

Nema šlager,
Nema rok,
Ne zna Presli,
Bitls jok.

Nema desni,
Nema zubi,
Ne zna pasta
Pa u tubi.

Voli seče
Kad se brije,
Baš ga kosa
Briga nije.

Ne zna šljoka
Kao neko,
Nema bonton,
Pije mleko.

Ne zna šta je
Klozmetika,
Nema kola
Da se slika.

Nema štampa
I te stvari,
Nepotrošac
To je stari.

Taj sebičnjak
Samo drema,
Nema pojam
Ni šta nema.

Zato, zarez,
Kažem svim,
Idem nađem
Družim s njim.

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i na kafu sa lioncetom:-)

Fixeeeeruuuuuuu,
Aj samo ponedeljkom od tri popodne, naredne tri nedelje...obecavam, posle toga spustam modus...
Znam da je last minute call i to...
Bilo sta, moze i ladolez i lepi jova i noc i dan, ne biram...

Nadjoh himnu za needy days, jutros, pa sacuvajte negde dame, da postavite standard kad bude bilo trenutak:

I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles) - The Proclaimers

When I wake up, well I know I'm gonna be,
I'm gonna be the man who wakes up next to you
When I go out, yeah I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who goes along with you
If I get drunk, well I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who gets drunk next to you
And if I haver, hey I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who's havering to you

But I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 more
Just to be the man who walks a thousand miles
To fall down at your door

When I'm working, yes I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who's working hard for you
And when the money, comes in for the work I do
I'll pass almost every penny on to you
When I come home(When I come home), well I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who comes back home to you
And if I grow , well I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who's growing old with you

But I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 more
Just to be the man who walked a thousand miles
To fall down at your door

fa la la (fa la la)
fa la la (fa la la)
fa la la (fa la la)
fa la la (fa la la)

When I'm lonely, well I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who's lonely without you
And when I'm dreaming, well I know I'm gonna dream
I'm gonna Dream about the time when I'm with you
When I go out(When I go out), well I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who goes along with you
And when I come home(When I come home), yes I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who comes back home with you
I'm gonna be the man who's coming home with you

But I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 more
Just to be the man who walked a thousand miles
To fall down at your door

fa la la (fa la la)
fa la la (fa la la)
fa la la (fa la la)
fa la la (fa la la)
fa la la (fa la la)
fa la la (fa la la)
Da Da Da Dun Diddle Un Diddle Un Diddle Uh Da Da
fa la la (fa la la)
fa la la (fa la la)

And I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 more
Just to be the man who walked a thousand miles
To fall down at your door

Laaaaamaaaa mase u pizamiciiiiii...
Joooj ovaj ponedeonik, oslepeh od kredeeeee

I Massimo: Tajna vještina

TAJNA VJEŠTINA

Postoji tajna vještina
Biti jedno za drugo
I kad potamni zlatnina
I ćutim da je gotovo

Ja plovim miran
I čuvam to što imam
Tu varku
Da sam za te
Ipak drugčiji od svih
Bivših

Još ti se radujem
A nemam zašto biti ponosan na nas
Još ti se radujem
I svoje tajne tebi govorim na glas
Ko da s' nama sve je isto kao prije
A nije

Postoji tajna vještina
Srcu se pokoriti
I to su priče za djecu
U koje ne želim sumnjati

Ja plovim miran
Baš kao da još te imam
I lazem da sve je dobro
I da bolje ne može

Ja plovim miran
Baš kao da te još imam
I lažem da sam za te
Ipak drugčiji od svih
Bivših

Još ti se radujem
A nemam zašto biti ponosan na nas
Još ti se radujem
I svoje tajne tebi govorim na glas
Ko da s' nama sve je isto kao prije
A nije

II E, moj Darko,

Da naučiš POD HITNO!:
Kako da povećas prag tolerancije na frustraciju.
Od apstinencije se ne umire.
Ni od dosade.
Nešto si se dezorjentisao.
Prvo da se vratiš u ležište.
Da nadješ oslonac.
Hladne glave.
Inače će tebe kokoške da očerupaju.
A ne ti njih.

p.s. da. danas se u svemiru nešto promenilo.
jedna zvezda se pomerila.
ALGOL.

Za utorak
Niko budan...Niko oran?Ubi vas sunce ili sta? Bas ste mi za OST Ally McBeal...Pa...
Evo jedne sebicne,pa kud pukne

You belong to me

See the pyramids along the Nile
Watch the sunrise on a tropic isle
Just remember, darling all the while
You belong to me
See the market place in old Algiers
Send me photographs and souveniers
Just remember when a dream appears
You belong to me
I'll be so lonesome without you
Maybe you'll be lonesome too
And blue
Fly the ocean in a silver plane
See the jungle when it's wet with rain
Just remember 'til you're home again
You belong to me
Maybe you'll be lonesome too
And blue
Fly the ocean in a silver plane
See the jungle when it's wet with rain
Just remember 'til you're home again
You belong to me
Maybe you'll be lonesome too
And blue
Fly the ocean in a silver plane
See the jungle when it's wet with rain
Just remember 'til you're home again
You belong to me

Oh no no no no no

I say what I wanna say
I do what I wanna do
I go where I wanna go
Cause I don't belong to you
X2
Anymore

Don't you realize what you do to me
You can't live your life like a fantasy
Oh no no no no no
You have hurt my soul deep inside of me
I still lose control when you smile at me
Oh no no no no no

You can make me fly
You can make me cry
We can't work it out
Nothing to argue about
I don't belong to you X2

kolbov model testa:
i šta sad..pa kad bre..kolko još da se čeka..sutra će mi srce stati u 8i30..baš kad će mi najviše treba..nose m i h u četvrtoj ofanzivi ranjenika na nosilama već četr dana..lipcali..prolaze oni pored neretve(dobro aj nekog dunava)..kad će m:h bolan,vidi gleda li stari..negleda..kipuj bolan..
dolaziš li bre..šta to kaže lin anderson..istetoviraj dušu bre..jel boli..sobranje u ponoć..lepa koža..lepe žene gore lepe čizme..

... u'vatila me fjaka!

jooooj, ovo im je bio prvi ples:

Fleetwood Mac - Songbird

For you, there'll be no more crying
For you, the sun
will be shining
And I feel that when I'm with you
It's alright, I know it's right

To you,
I'll give the world
To you, I'll never be cold
'Cause I feel that when I'm with you
It's
alright, I know it's right

And the songbirds are
singing,
Like they know the score
And I love you, I
love you, I love you
Like never before

And I
wish you all the love in the world
But most of all, I wish
it from myself

And the songbirds are singing
Like the knew the score
And I love you, I love you, I
love you
Like never before, like never before

A ovo...

The Righteous Brothers - You've Lost That Loving Feeling

You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your lips.
And there's no tenderness like before in your fingertips.
You're trying hard not to show it, (baby).
But baby, baby I know it...

You've lost that lovin' feeling,
Whoa, that lovin' feeling,
You've lost that lovin' feeling,
Now it's gone...gone...gone...wooooooh.

Now there's no welcome look in your eyes
when I reach for you.
And now your're starting to critisize little things I do.
It makes me just feel like crying, (baby).
'Cause baby, something in you is dying.

You lost that lovin' feeling,
Whoa, that lovin' feeling,
You've lost that lovin' feeling,
Now it's gone...gone...gone...woooooah

Baby, baby, I get down on my knees for you.
If you would only love me like you used to do, yeah.
We had a love...a love...a love you don't find everyday.
So don't...don't...don't...don't let it slip away.

Baby (baby), baby (baby),
I beg of you please...please,
I need your love (I need your love),
I need your love (I need your love),
So bring it on back (So bring it on back),
Bring it on back (so bring it on back).

Bring back that lovin' feeling,
Whoa, that lovin' feeling
Bring back that lovin' feeling,
'Cause it's gone...gone...gone,
and I can't go on,
noooo...

Bring back that lovin' feeling,
Whoa, that lovin' feeling
Bring back that lovin' feeling,
'Cause it's gone...gone...

Secate li se toga, drugariceeeee?
Bar pun belih uniformi, Kelly na barskoj stolici a on joj peva..E, i ovoj je pevao.Sve pravo kazu.Seo na barsku stolicu, uzeo mikrofon i poceo..Ne znam samo da li je onaj Gusan bio tu.To nisu napisali...

Misliiiim, znam ja da je to sad sve kao trulo...Ko se BRE jos lozi na Toma sem Katie (?) i to...sa postpartum depresijom i vitaminima i negiranjem psihijatrije i cipelama na stiklu i toooooo...

Ali ondaaaaa.Ko je BRE tad znao da l je to umetnost? Meni Poslednji tango u Parizu i Pepeljuga bili isti...A on leti u onom Fantomu i nosi onu uniformu i ima one oci...Uffffff

Sve sam htela da mu priznaaaam...Moja drugarica Ted Casablanca i ja pletemo mu carapice i cekamo da dobije Oscara...Tako je to kad se nikad ne odrasteeeee...

E, a kazu da stvarno ima srce ko kucu...I da se niceg ne plasi...

ako je pad letenje,ondak umem..evo:odem ti ja na tibet u narančastim,jošuvekneispeglanim,pantalonama..tamo me lepo primili ko što i treba..ono lebiso itajrad..provalili me s vrata da sam nepopravljivi utopista i staviše me u grupu pripravnika za derviše..okrećem se ja tako okrećem i kao balerina zabacujem glavom i gledam..imam šta i da vidim:svi prijatelji do blogerskogroba..nešto stisli prirodu..mallo tanko,malo debelo,ko kad se dobije temperatura..i kao teeeeeempera..u potrazi za istinom..a kad tamo anonimnost kao pokušaj da se bude neranjiv..bezimenost-to je neizdvojenost,nerazlikovanje,izjednačenost..samo je tautologija,koja isključuje ličnu sudbinu,u stanju da pruži zaklon od protoka vremena..života..ne izlazi iz sobe;smatraj da si se izložio vetru..od zida i stolice ŠTA je bolje na svetu?.zašto izaći odatle,kuda ćeš se u sumrak vratiti-isti kao što si bio,a pogotovo što ćeš patiti?.inkognito ergo sum..okrećem se još i vidim da me okriviše za sve sem klime,i meni se kazna privide kleta,no uskoro je gotovo s time-postaću zvezda bez epoletaaaaaaa..postaću letač bez teeeeta..stoga simuliram pad..možda se neko sažali..i umesi već jednom te vanilice s poljupcima..

"Ma treba znati uživati",
reče Dalaj derviš Harison u Knjizi života.
(To je ona prva lekcija:O hedonizmu, st.6-66)
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p.s.4 post restant dostaviti na post restant
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napomena: ja gluvonemoslepa; da se ne pros(e)ipamo IQ-ima itajrad;
Zona sumraka na HBO-u u 19.58h; komšije na VII imaju kablovsku
itajrad

kao i do sada, vlasnica duha odsutna s bloga, odsutna duhom...

uhvatila sam avione, bez kamiona i marvina geja.....

novi blog u subotu vece, mada kapiram bas vas briga, zabavljate se na svakom:-)

Mazzy Star - Fade into you

I want to hold the hand inside you
I want to take a breath thats true
I look to you and I see nothing
I look to you to see the truth
You live your life
You go in shadows
Youll come apart and youll go black
Some kind of night into your darkness
Colors your eyes with whats not there.

Fade into you
Strange you never knew
Fade into you
I think its strange you never knew

A strangers light comes on slowly
A strangers heart without a home
You put your hands into your head
And then smiles cover your heart

Fade into you
Strange you never knew
Fade into you
I think its strange you never knew

kako se ono menja velicina slicice?

Ja imam opravdanjeeeeee...A vi?
Kad bi neko mogao da mi objasni kako moze 11 kila smeha suza i gukanja da obori 3+ odrasla coveka s nogu????Kici je ucinak za sada 75%!!!! Koga bih mogao da zaraaaaziiim?Mamuuuu,tatuuuuu,kumaaaaa i kumuuuuuuu.Ovaaaaaj, kuma je jos uvek u igri, ali period inkubacije je 48 sati:pa videcemo do veceras.Kica se ne sali.Visoka temeperatura i stomacni virus.
Drugari, pazite se ako B(l)oga znate...Bolescina je opasnaaaaa.
Joelle, mimi i fix su na putu, tako da i oni imaju postedu.
Shubica lavica olimpijski pobednik u istrajavanju.....
GDE STE BREEEEEE SVI NESTALI?
Evo malo bljuzge svima jutros...Sinoc smo, onako uz 38 i kusur celzijusa gledali Notting Hill...Totalni raspad:

Scena u basti, klupa na mesecini:
'For June, who loved this garden --from Joseph who always sat beside her.'

Scena u knjizari, pored Marc Chagalla zamotanog u papir i naslonjenog na policu sa knjigama:

Don't forget -- I'm also just a girl. Standing in front of a boy.Asking him to love her.

I na kraju Elvis Costello:

She
May be the face I can't forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She
May be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day

She
May be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
The smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell

She
Who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry
She
May be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That I'll remember till the day I die

She
May be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I'll care for through the rough in ready years
Me
I'll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I've got to be
The meaning of my life is

She
She, oh she

Uffff, sto volim ponekad ovu holivudsku romantiku...

da te pozdravim, vidis da nisi sama! Ovde maglaaaaaaaaaaaaa pa se svi negde zagubili!
pozz

dobrodosla nazad, mila...
Evo jedne iskrene.Moja verzija: Ella Fitzgerald@Joe Pass

Nature boy

There was a boy
A very strange enchanted boy
They say he wandered very far, very far
Over land and sea
A little shy and sad of eye
But very wise was he

And then one day
A magic day he passed my way
And while we spoke of many things
Fools and kings
This he said to me
"The greatest thing you'll ever learn
Is just to love and be loved in return"

Joj,drugari, sto je lepo, kad izadjes napolje a ono KONACNO sece kad udahnes, a NEKO nasarao na sofersajbni hiljadu i jednu noc i znas da ce biti hladno i da je djavo odneo salu i da ces morati da nadjes nekog da ti zagreje hladna stopala medju svojim butinama...
U to ime, old time glamour i jedna nevaljala, onako, da ide uz Clarka...

Hard To Handle (Otis Redding)

Hey
Here I am
I'm the man on the scene
I can give you what you want
But you got to come home with me
I forgot some good old lovin'
And I got some more in store
When I get to throw it on you
You got to come back for more

Toys and things that come by the dozen
That ain't nothin' but drug store lovin'
Hey little thing, let me light your candle'
Cause mama I'm sure hard to handle, now, gets around

Action speaks louder than words
And I'm a man of great experience
I know you got another man
But I can love you better than him
Take my hand, don't be afraid
I'm gonna prove every word I say
I'm advertisin' love for free
So, you can place your ad with me

Once it come along a dime by the dozen
That ain't nothin' but ten cent lovin'
Hey little thing, let me light your candle'
Cause mama I'm sure hard to handle, now, gets around
Yeah, hard to handle, now

Oh, baby
Baby, here I am
The man on your scene
I can give you what you want
But you got to come home with me I forgot some good old
lovin'
And I got some in store When I get to throw it on you
You got to come runnin' back for more

Once it come along a dime by the dozen
That ain't nothin' but drug store lovin'
Hey little thing, let me light your candle'
Cause mama I'm sure hard to handle, now,
Get around Hard, hard to handle, now
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah

Once it come along a dime by the dozen
That ain't nothin' but ten cent lovin'
Hey little baby, let me light your candle'
Cause mama I'm sure hard to handle, now, gets around
Yeah, so hard to handle, now
Oh yeah Baby, good lovin'
Baby, baby, owww, good lovin'
I need good lovin'
I got to have, oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah So hard to handle, now, yeah Um-um-um

setim se,ponekad, kako su u ljubavi,

dragi prvi dani..

Kad su ruke tople,i stomaci

kad se oči slede,

preletajući one senke blede,

oko usana...

što drhte, protkane,

mutnom tišinom,

u kojoj su smeh i tuga pomešani

nesigurno i tamno.

klatno zvona

teško i tmurno

u grudi udari me..

tad se diže,

i, u mutnom oku prozora

puna sitnih glasova večeri

sapućem, nesigurno,

u tvoje ime..

u moje..

Tanja, veliki pozzz, u nadi da pripremate novu baštu, i da vam prija to što čitate... Jasnaz odlučila da u ovoj ostavi još jedan cvetić... u iščekivanju novih pisanja...

&&&&&&&&&&

Poklonodavac

Rukujmo se!?
Neće ostati dobri prijatelji.

Gradić kraj mora danima su opsedali leptiri. Možda je neadekvatno, za leptire. To, mislim, opsedanje – i kao reč i kao ponašanje. Ali jesu, i reč ostaje. Ostaje i leto, te godine duže nego što se „ne pamti”. Turisti produžavali aranžmane. More postajalo svetlije, od algi koje su cvetale treći put u sezoni; ribari se žalili na vrućine na pučini, i na nemogućnost da isplaniraju ulov: neke ribe su počele da upadaju u mreže na mestima gde ih nikada nije bilo, drugih – nije bilo gde treba. Da li su leptiri imali neke veze... pitala me je već kod druge rečenice. Uvek je prvo želela da zna kraj, pa posle može da sluša, dugo. Ne znam, ovoga puta stvarno ne znam, i mislim da ćemo saznati zajedno.
On je prvi stigao. Trajektom, sa ostrva na kome je njegova ekipa snimala dokumentarac o maslinama.
Ona je u par navrata odlagala polazak i krenula dan pred prvu najezdu. Moglo bi se reći sa prvim leptirima, ali nećemo ta mesta.
Odseo je u hotelu kod rive, koji su mu preporučili u dolasku: sin vlasnika, za šankom na trajektu, Sve sobe su sa pogledom.
Ona kod drugarice: svoje Velike Drugarice iz detinjstva, mladosti i vernosti. Sve one godine.
On je otišao da se odmori od rasprava sa ekipom da masline ne treba snimati kroz te godine!,
ona je došla sa radošću što će pričati o svemu što su im bile. Njenim knjigama, i traženjima, Ireninoj porodici i želji za putovanjima... šta su mogle, šta su uspele, šta-su-dobile-šta-su-izgubile... Šta su dale.
Nemojte misliti da ja ne mislim tako, ali masline su starije.
Bašta na glavnom trgu bila je prva na udaru. Počeli su da sleću na palmu kod ulaza, pa na ogradu, pa na ramena i čaše i salvete i kolena i pre nego što je prvi gost uspeo da reaguje, podigli su se, u jato, zeleno-žuti oblak, lagano prema jugu, i negde iznad mora... raspršio. Otkud ti to! bila je još jedna od stalnih rečenica dok bih joj čitao prvu verziju. Oblak, ili boje? Boje. Te najviše volim, a i na moru sam najčešće viđao takve. Velike, žuto-crveno-zelene, sa tamnim tačkama. Možda su za mene njih par uspeli nekada da naprave oblak koji sada gledamo. Ali šta su njih dvoje videli? Mislim da bih sada mogao da odlučim da već nisu mogli da vide. Ako bude potrebe, možda će o fenomenu najezde pročitati u novinama, po povratku, dosta kasnije, npr. ona. Ako bude potrebe. Da se vraća(m).
Da li su se zaljubili? Jesu.
– Koliko ostajete?
– Ne duže od nedelju dana... poslovi...
– Radite?
– Pišem. Ali je nova knjiga pred izlaženjem. Moram da budem na usluzi izdavaču.
– A ja snimatelju. Iako se misli da je reditelj taj koji određuje, često on samo pokušava da izdrži sve ono što je njemu određeno. Vreme, na primer. Ili loše shvaćen pojam kreacije. Ja volim prostor i često ga proširim oko sebe, suviše.
– Ja volim ljude koji umeju da ga daju sebi...
– ... a znači da ga mogu dati i drugome?
– Ne, to je dovoljno. Drugi samo treba da zna kako da uzme, i prostor je tu...
– ... i postaje...
U noći koja sledi desila se druga najezda. Osetili su povetarac, drugačiji. Ali nisu imali kada da pomisle da je, tada, već sve bilo drugačije. Još manje da čuju da je u gradu oblak leptira. I da nema večernjeg povetarca.
On je morao nazad sutra ujutru,
ona za dva dana.
On je mogao da ne ode,
ona je mogla da ode sa njim.

Kako hoćeš da završimo? Onako kako mora(š).
Pustiti masline da budu samo drveće sa plodovima. Ja sam pre dva dana imao šansu da imam samo ljubav, ali sam upleo dane i oblak se raspršio.

j.

Dan bez oblacka...ponovo bez mraza....
Fixeruuuuuuuuuuuu, kakav vatromet, medeni

Jednom je Bitef otvoren performansom nekih spanskih umetnika sa vatrom, na prostoru izmedju skupstina...Ne secam se kako su se zvali, samo se secam da sam posle nekog vremena, setajuci sa gomilom i gledajuci u nebo, u vatrenu kisu, potpuno izgubila pojam o vremenu i prostoru i ljudima. Osecala sam se kao u Snu letnje noci, onog Viljema, koji nije govorio spanski ali je znao sve svetske jezike i unazad da govori. I secam se da sam u jednom treuntku izgubila ravnotezu i pala u jedno narucje...Otvorila sam oci i videla da pripada Nikoli....Djuricku.Bio je u mekanom sivom kaputu (ili je zagrljaj bio mekan, nisam sigurna) i bio je lep kao san...Podigao me je na noge i otisao.Sve je trajalo samo tren...
Kada smo te veceri stigle kuci videle smo da nam je vatrena kisa potpuno unistila garderobu a jedna uzarena loptica zauvek se istopila u desnom staklu mojih naocara....Gledala sam mesecima kroz tu vatrenu lopticu svet izdesna...

Da ostanem u temi, evo jos jednog baje, cije narucje mora biti mekooooo, iako je vreo kao zar...

It's Hard to Be a Saint in the City (Bruce Springsteen)

I had skin like leather and the diamond-hard look of a cobra
I was born blue and weathered but I burst just like a supernova
I could walk like Brando right into the sun
Then dance just like a Casanova
With my blackjack and jacket and hair slicked sweet
Silver star studs on my duds like a Harley in heat
When I strut down the street I could hear its heartbeat
The sisters fell back and said "Don't that man look pretty"
The cripple on the corner cried out "Nickels for your pity"
Them gasoline boys downtown sure talk gritty
It's so hard to be a saint in the city

I was the king of the alley, mama, I could talk some trash
I was the prince of the paupers crowned downtown at the beggar's bash
I was the pimp's main prophet I kept everything cool
Just a backstreet gambler with the luck to lose
And when the heat came down it was left on the ground
The devil appeared like Jesus through the steam in the street
Showin' me a hand I knew even the cops couldn't beat
I felt his hot breath on my neck as I dove into the heat
It's so hard to be a saint when you're just a boy out on the street

And the sages of the subway sit just like the living dead
As the tracks clack out the rhythm their eyes fixed straight ahead
They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a thread
But it's too hot in these tunnels you can get hit up by the heat
You get up to get out at your next stop but they push you back down in your seat
Your heart starts beatin' faster as you struggle to your feet
Then you're outa that hole and back up on the street

And them South Side sisters sure look pretty
The cripple on the corner cries out "Nickels for your pity"
And them downtown boys sure talk gritty
It's so hard to be a saint in the city

P.S. Budjenjeeeeeeeee
P.P.S. Joelle, srce, nije valjda da si donela novogodisnju odluku da nema vise drocckanja ceo mesec pre vremena??????Nemooooj takooooo

jeeeeste..plako sam i ja kad je onomad onaj vučjak spasio tita na drvaru..od vatrometa,misiiim..bio čoveku rođendan..posle kad sam staso,jelte,koji bre rođendam..tito tada nije ni bio u drvaru..koji bre tito?.
p.s..a i ja bio u toj probušenoj gomili između skupština..al nisam bio nikolacar..al sam prizivo da mirjana sklizne..

http://mariavolonte.com/

MARIJA VOLONTE, jedna od prvih dama tango muzike: sinoć imala šarmantan koncert u Domu sindikata. Jazz izvođenje, odlični muzičari; šetnja kroz različite ritmove i muz. oblike Latinske Amerike – osvežavajuće!

ps: Tanja, izvinjenje što nije išla najava – uspela da stignem u poslednjem trenutku...

Shoooooooopiiiiiiiiiing.
Yeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaah
Evo jedne na brzinu....Najbolje belo odelo EVEEEEEEEEER.Skoro za oprostiti.

Bee Gees - How Deep Is Your Love

I know your eyes in the morning sun
I feel you touch me in the pouring rain
And the moment that you wander far from me
I wanna feel you in my arms again

And you come to me on a summer breeze
Keep me warm in your love and then softly leave
And it's me you need to show ....

How deep is your love? (how deep is your love?)
I really need to learn
'Cause we're living in a world of fools
Breaking us down
When they all should let us be
We belong to you and me

I believe in you
You know the door to my very soul
You're the light in my deepest darkest hour
You're my saviour when I fall
And you may not think
I care for you
When you know down inside
That I really do
And it's me you need to show ....

How deep is your love? (how deep is your love?)
I really need to learn
'Cause we're living in a world of fools
Breaking us down
When they all should let us be
We belong to you and me

How deep is your love? (how deep is your love?)
I really need to learn
'Cause we're living in a world of fools
Breaking us down
When they all should let us be
We belong to you and me

How deep is your love? (how deep is your love?)

E ne da je bezveze ovako da se samaaaa igram, nego nemate pojma.... al ste pospali, pa zar sad kad je najozbiljnije...Nesto, ovaaaaaaj, nemam vise vere da bi neko da se igraaaaaa.
Nego Tanja, imam predlog...da vam se sledeci post zove Mustra,pelcer,recept ma sta bilo u njemu ;o)
E, ovog dasu, sto ovo peva, sam videla uzivo 92. u Pestiiiii. Bio je toliko ovaaaaaaj veseoooo, da je na po nastupa nestao sa bine preko nekog zida...Prvih deset minuta je ostatak benda sprovodio kao nekakav instrumental-recital, prvo gitarista,pa basista, pa na kraju bubnjar,pa opet prva gitara.Posle deset minuta su na sceni poceli da se pojavljuju dodatni likovi, koji su nesto saptali onom baji sa dugoooom bradom i gitarom...I onda je on rekao:" .ebi ga narode, pukli smo.ne mogu da ga nadju...zato je u.rano biti gitarista. Ubijes se od posla, a neki tamo kreten koji ne zna nista drugo nego da se dere u mikrofon te za.ebava kad god stigne...Sreca moja te znam da pevam" I dohvati covek mikrofon, preko one gitare i poce da peva.Potraja to tako jedno dvadesetak minuta, mozda i malo jace i onda se iz grotla backstage pojavi Mike (Patton, ne mikrofon) i dovati mikrofon...Ostalo je bilo...easyyyyyy

Easy

I know it sounds funny but I just can't stand the pain
Girl I'm leaving you tomorrow
Seems to me girl you know I've done all I can
You see I beg, stole, and I borrowed

That's why I'm easy
Easy like Sunday morning
That's why I'm easy
Easy like Sunday morning

I wanna' be high
So high
I wanna' be free to know the things I do are right
I wanna' be free
Just me
Oh baby...

That's why I'm easy
I'm easy like Sunday morning
That's why I'm easy
I'm easy like Sunday morning

P.S. Original iste, od oniiih Komodora, mi nekako vise dodje ko ona vasarska secerna vuna.Eto

Ja da se drzim teme...
Htela sam da udarim neku o cekanju....ali necu Tanji da smetam...dok se koncentrise...pa reko daj neku tihu patnju uz san o zimskom krajoliku...
Kad ce BREEEEE vec jednom ta zima... Propade Bozicni vasar...ko da pije kuvano vino na 15 stepeni???I ne samo to, nego sva ona cudesa, rukotvorine od drveta, stakla ...znate vec, svi oni rucno pravljeni ukrasi za jelku i oni ringispili od drveta na 5 spratovaaaaa, i svi oni pajaci i vestice na koncu...koji se vide kroz prozorcice na drvenim kucicama na trgu...Kako sad da gledam ceznjivo kad je prozor mrljav od prasine a privremena kanalizacija smrdi do sledeceg kvarta...

Zimooooooooooo, dodjiiiiiiiiiiii miiiiiiiiiii

Air - You Make It Easy

"Never been here- How about you?"
You smile at my answer
You've given me the chance
To be held and
understood
You leave me laughing without crying
There's no use denying
For many times I've
tried
Love has never felt as good
Be it downtown
or way up in the air
When your heart's pounding
You know that I'm aware
You make it easy to
watch the world with love
You make it easy to let the past
be done
You make it easy
How'd you do it?
How'd you find me?
How did I find you?
How can
this be true?
To be held and understood
Keep it
coming - no one's running
The lesson I'm
learning
Cause blessings are deserved
By the trust
that always could
Be it downtown or way up in the
air
When your heart's pounding
You know that
I'm aware
You make it easy to watch the world
with love
You make it easy to let the past be done
You
make it easy
You make it easy to watch the world with
love
You make it easy to let the past be done
You make it easy

Je predivna danska ilustrovana knjiga za decu. Prica je o decaku koji iz dubine duse pozeli da je sam na svetu, da mu niko vise nista ne bi branioooo. I zelja mu se ispuni.
Prica je naravno o tome zasto ne mozemo uvek da dobijemo on osto zelimo i zasto je to u redu...Ne znam da li je u medjuvremenu i kod nas objavljena.Ako nije, velikaaaa stetaaaa. To je jedna od najpopularnijih knjiga za decu u Evropi...
Anyway, ja sam upoznala Palea 2000. u leto, kada mi je na stanu i hrani nekoliko nedelja bio unuk Paleovog kreatora. Bilo nas je cetvoro u stanu od 27 kvadrata sa terasom od 30, koja je gledala na Dunav...Pazile smo naseg Palea kao tek rodjeno mace, kao da je sam na svetu.Moja mama je prosula taaaakve kulinarske bisere, koji su specijalnom posiljkom stigli iz Sumadije u kompletu sa "specijalnim" kajmakom i grudom...Ja sam, secam se, spavala na poljskom krevetu na rasklapanje u kuhinji.Svako jutro bih ustala prva i pre nego sto odem na posao, kupila sveze pecivo, skuvala caj i kafu i postavila sto.Prinosile smo, odnosile,ispunjavale zelje...Nekako nam bio saaaaam , onako od skoro dva metra sa rukama i nogama kojima jos nije nasao namenu...A i porodica totalno disfunkcionalna....Posle ga smotala jedna slatka Sneguljicaaaaa...velikaaaa ljubav bese...Prosto nije hteo da ode.....
Odavno se nismo culi.A sinoc sam intenzivno mislila na njega....
A pricali smo dugo u noc gledajuci u Dunav o pravljenju satova i poeziji Leonarda Koena...

I Came So Far For Beauty

I came so far for beauty
I left so much behind
My patience and my family
My masterpiece unsigned
I thought I'd be rewarded
For such a lonely choice
And surely she would answer
To such a very hopeless voice
I practiced all my sainthood
I gave to one and all
But the rumours of my virtue
They moved her not at all
I changed my style to silver
I changed my clothed to black
And where I would surrender
Now I would attack
I stormed the old casino
For the money and the flesh
And I myself decided
What was rotten and what was fresh
And men to do my bidding
And broken bones to teach
The value of my pardon
The shadow of my reach
But no, I could not touch her
With such a heavy hand
Her star beyond my order
Her nakedness unmanned
I came so far for beauty
I left so much behind
My patience and my family
My masterpiece unsigned

Je kretanje ka jednoj odredjenoj tacki...
Najlepsa je kad je kvadratna....
Shubiiiiii, dok cekam konvergencijuuuu (korak je mali)
Mislim mila na tebe, da znas
Nadam se da je sve kristalno...
I da ces nam se vratiti trceci, vec veceras...

Come running - Van Morrison

By the side of the tracks where the train goes by
The wind and the rain will catch you, you will sigh
Deep in your heart
Then you'll come a-running to me
You'll come a-running to me
Well you watch the train go 'round the bend
Play in dust and dream that it will never end
Deep in your heart
You'll come a-running to me
You'll come a-running to me

Said, hey, come a-running to me
Oh, come a-running to me
Hey, yeah, come a-running to me
Said, hey, come a-running to me
Oh, come a-running to me
Hey, yeah, come a-running to me

With your hound dog by your side
And your arms stretched out open wide
I wanna keep you satisfied in the morning sun
By my side, come on, come on run
And you kick the sand up with your heels
You think to yourself how good it feels
Put away all your walking shoes
Then you come running to me
Now you come running to me

I said, hey, come a-running to me
Oh, come a-running to me
Hey, yeah, come a-running to me

You gotta rainbow if you run to me

upitah googleta
šta imaš na temu:
oprosti, molim te..
sranje..
sve opšta mesta
malo mesa
a puno testa..
stoga
draga
dođavola stolice e joneska
tragična je farsa
onli u licu govornika..
očekujem nešto
smislenije..
možda,tamnozelenije

Pa ne znas da trazis, miliceeeeeeee...

Od ovoga nema tamnozelenije...

"'. . . Who was not his friend who had heard him speak once?' she was
saying. 'He drew men towards him by what was best in them.' She looked
at me with intensity. 'It is the gift of the great,' she went on, and
the sound of her low voice seemed to have the accompaniment of all
the other sounds, full of mystery, desolation, and sorrow, I had ever
heard--the ripple of the river, the soughing of the trees swayed by
the wind, the murmurs of the crowds, the faint ring of incomprehensible
words cried from afar, the whisper of a voice speaking from beyond the
threshold of an eternal darkness. 'But you have heard him! You know!'
she cried...."

Ostavio nam Nikolaus jutros ispred vrata cokoladnog Deda Mraza....
To cudo...radovanje stvarima za koje vec znas da su tvoje...Mislim, znam ja da cu 6. ujutru, naslonjenog na moj cvetni otirac, naci veeeelikog cokoladnog Deda Mraza.Svejedno, cim sat zazvoni ja onako bosa pretrcim stan i izletim na vrata...Ne palim stepenisno svetlo.Nalazim ga u mraku...
E sto nam jutros krenulo sa poezijooooom, na svim frontovima....
Pa ja da ne menjam dobitnu kombinaciju...

La Figlia che Piange
T.S. Eliot (Prufrock and Other Observations,1917.)

O quam te memorem virgo…

STAND on the highest pavement of the stair—
Lean on a garden urn—
Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair—
Clasp your flowers to you with a pained surprise—
Fling them to the ground and turn
With a fugitive resentment in your eyes:
But weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.

So I would have had him leave,
So I would have had her stand and grieve,
So he would have left
As the soul leaves the body torn and bruised,
As the mind deserts the body it has used.
I should find
Some way incomparably light and deft,
Some way we both should understand,
Simple and faithless as a smile and shake of the hand.

She turned away, but with the autumn weather
Compelled my imagination many days,
Many days and many hours:
Her hair over her arms and her arms full of flowers.
And I wonder how they should have been together!
I should have lost a gesture and a pose.
Sometimes these cogitations still amaze
The troubled midnight and the noon’s repose.

Ovde izgleda svi čekaju Deda Mraza.
Neko i Sneguljicu.
A zna se ko sigurno dolazi.
Poštar uvek zvoni dva puta.
A lepo smo im preporučili Erika Berna.
Samo nije to u "Sex u ljubavi" već u "Koju igru igraš" ili "Šta kažeš posle zdravo" (pardon, ova poslednja je za profesionalce; amateri mogu da dobiju samo papazjaniju - doduše čokoladnu - al' ako će im biti lakše da progutaju - jer je kod njih igra uvek na dobitak - MORA SE TAKO! - zaboravljaju i na lokus kontrole - itajrad ).
Profi uvek igra gušta radi.
Svog.
A ne tuđeg.
Čista romantika.

Eh, taj Ji đing.
Nevaljalac jedan, nevaljali.
Za.ebao mi je koncepciju.
Dibidus totalno.

Moj omiljeni,najomiljeniji film...
Ima divlju mackuuuuuuu,i naucnikaaaaaa i jednu ridjokosu, koja definise sve ridjokose...pocasni clan svakog kluba ridjokosih...
i smeha ima i suza i smeha....i....ma, evo malo

Bringing up Baby

David breaks his glasses during a sliding fall down a small hillside, and Susan breaks the heel of her shoe. She walks with a comic hippity-hoppity stride and jokes: "I was born on the side of a hill." David tries to send Susan away. She is tearfully hurt when he rejects her - and she is crushed by his words:

David: ...I want you to go home.
Susan: But...you mean you want me to go home?
David: Yes.
Susan (tears flowing freely): You mean you don't want me to help you anymore?
David: No.
Susan: After all the fun we've had.
David: Yes.
Susan: And after all the things I've done for you.
David: That's what I mean.
Susan: Well all right, I know I have to go when I'm not wanted. And don't you worry about me. I can take care of myself.

As she departs, she stumbles over a large tree branch and disappears out of the frame, crying about how "miserable" she feels that he doesn't like her anymore. He comforts her and dries her tears as she cries: "It's just that everything I do with the best intentions seems to turn out badly." She begs him to reconsider and allow her to rejoin the hunt. They barely avoiding kissing each other before he lifts her up and they begin searching again. She rests her arm on his supportive shoulder:

Susan: Now don't you worry, David. Because if there's anything I can do to help you, just let me know and I'll do it.
David: (cautiously) Don't do it until I let you know.

Following George's barking, they see Baby sitting on a neighbor's roof [for the second time in the film, the two are outside a house at night]. To calm the tame leopard and attract him down off the roof, they serenade Baby with his favorite and fondest song, "I Can't Give You Anything But Love, Baby." The lyrics harmonize with Baby's growls and George's howls (George is held in David's arms). The song becomes David and Susan's anthem of love:

I can't give you anything but love, baby
That's the only thing I've plenty of, baby
Dream a while, scheme a while, you're sure to find
Happiness and I guess, all those things you've always pined for
Gee, it's great to see you looking swell, baby
Diamond bracelets Woolworth's never sell, baby
Till that lucky day you know darn well...

masai i dalje zovu onu najnepristupačniju,zapadnu liticu kilimandžara-ngaje ngai..iliti božiju huću..ne božiju visinu,kako nam implicira stari prevarant,mr hemingvej..ono,znaš kao na 3iposomametara pronađena lešina jednog tigra..kao niko nikada nije shvatio šta je jedan tigar tražio na toj visini..?..e sad popnem ti se ja nekom prilikom s nekim ludim amerima do gore po toj vukojebini..kad ono imam šta i da vidim..misiiim pošto odavno čitam sa usana..na usnama tog tigra beše:

DAY AFTER DAY
ALONE ON A HILL
THE MAN WITH THE FOOLISH GRIN
IS KEEPING PERFECTLY STILL

BUT NOBODY WANTS TO KNOW HIM
THEY CAN SEE THAT HE´S JUST A FOOL
AND HE NEVER GIVES AN ANSWER

BUT THE FOOL ON THE HILL
SEES THE SUN GOING DOWN
AND THE EYES IN HIS HEAD
SEE THE WORLD SPINNING ´ROUND

AND NOBODY SEEMS TO LIKE HIM
THEY CAN TELL WHAT HE WANTS TO DO
AND HE NEVER SHOWS HIS FEELINGS

BUT THE FOOL ON THE HILL...

HE NEVER LISTENS TO THEM
HE KNOWS THEY´RE THE FOOL
THEY DON´T LIKE HIM

BUT THE FOOL ON THE HILL

Tako se tesim ovih dana...
Mislim, cak i najveci, kada se citaju njihove zivotne price....Ima vreme ucenja i vreme stvaranja...Ovo sugavo vreme izmedju, tih pet godina pakla...ne pominje niko. U stvari ti i ne pada na pamet da to nedostaje, sve dok u ...... do kolena ne pokusas da pronadjes nesto sto ce da te utesi... I vidis da je crna rupaaaaa. Nema toga ko na to vreme misli sa radoscu ili sa setom.Nema toga ko ce bez preke potrebe da ga pominje...Nema zasto. Zato sto trazis i trazis i trazis i totalni je mrak...Bas kao Ray-ov svet...I sve mislis, gde je vise to .ebeno svetlo na kraju tunela...

Do I Ever Cross Your Mind (Ray Charles feat. Bonnie Raitt)

Do I ever cross your mind
Darlin' do you ever see
Some situation somewhere, somehow
Triggers your memory
And do you ever wonder
What became of all the time
Honey, do I ever, ever cross your mind

Do you ever want to know
Do all dreams go on endlessly
Or do they just run down somehow
And gradually become the custody
Of that melancholy jailer for the time, oh no
Do I ever, darlin', ever cross your mind
Do I ever cross your mind
uninvited
When you're lonely
Or does it only happen to me
Darlin', do you ever want to know
What became of all the time
I wanna know, do I ever, ever cross your mind
Oh, baby, baby

Little darlin'
Do you ever wonder
What became of all the time
Please tell me, do I ever, ever cross your mind
Do I ever, ever cross your mind

..u glavi prigodnu pesmicu, koju cu sam sebi da poklonim povodom svecanog povratka na blog i ladno mi izvetri ideja, te se kao alternativna varijanta namecu The Sundays u izvedbi :

People I know, places I go, make me feel tongue-tied
I can see how people look down, they’re on the inside
Here’s where the story ends
People I see, weary of me showing my good side
I can see how people look down
I’m on the outside
Here’s where the story ends
Ooh here’s where the story ends

It’s that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes my eyes feel sore
Oh I never should have said, the books that you read
Were all I loved you for
It’s that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes me wonder why
And it’s the memories of your shed that make me turn red
Surprise, surprise, surprise

Crazy I know, places I go
Make me feel so tired
I can see how people look down
I’m on the outside
Oh here’s where the story ends
Ooh here’s where the story ends

It’s that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes my eyes feel sore
And who ever would’ve thought the books that you brought
Were all I loved you for
Oh the devil in me said, go down to the shed
I know where I belong
But the only thing I ever really wanted to say
Was wrong, was wrong, was wrong

It’s that little souvenir of a colourful year
Which makes me smile inside
So I cynically, cynically say, the world is that way
Surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise
Here’s where the story ends
Ooh here’s where the story ends

Gde si bre ti cuvaru vatre..zamalo da dogorimo...

Auuuu,di nadje ovu nizbrdastu...Daj neku za dizanjeeeeeee

Negooooo, ajd malo dozivaj shubicu, malo se brinem za nju....
Znas da te najvise voliiiiiiii
Mozda se tebi odazove.....

čudno li me oslobodi ovo,

čudnije li veza..

buknem u tebi, vreo se ulivam,

jeza je ovo, oh, jeza..

i trag putanjama tvoj,

pa me pali..

a čudno zastrepi srce ,

a studim..

ljubeći šta li to ubijam,

šta li budim?.

jer i pepeo će vetri razneti,

a nema razrešenja..

tonu bez potonuća,

bez dna u nalaženju,

bez dna se izgube stvorenja..

i tragom kuda sagoreli

sve bolnija su obnaženja..

vreo se ulivam,

a čudno zastrepi srce,

a studim..

ljubeći šta li to ubijam,

šta li budim?.

Sidney Lumet...

Addicted To Love - Robert Palmer

Your lights are on, but you're not home
Your mind is not your own
Your heart sweats, your body shakes
Another kiss is what it takes
You can't sleep, you can't eat
There's no doubt, you're in deep
Your throat is tight, you can't breathe
Another kiss is all you need
Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh yeah
It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough
You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love
You see the signs, but you can't read
You're runnin' at a different speed
Your heart beats in double time
Another kiss and you'll be mine, a one track mind

You can't be saved
Oblivion is all you crave
If there's some left for you
You don't mind if you do
Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh yeah
It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough
You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love...
Your lights are on, but you're not home
Your will is not your own
You're heart sweats and teeth grind
Another kiss and you'll be mine
Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh yeah
It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough
You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love
Might as well face it, you're addicted to love...

Deo drugi: Arbeit macht frei - nasledje

1. Godinu i po dana kasnije, Luksemburg, poslednji dan neke konferencije. Modesty kao i uvek sama u muskom drustvu...Luksemburzani na banketu sluze samo vino??????? Nema piva....Te se mi izmedju glavnog jela i dezerta premestimo u bolju kafanu. Ja sam kod drugog, oni vec kod ??. I ne znam kako, dodjem ja u razgovoru sa kolegom do gore opisanog dozivljaja sa Americkim k..... sinom...Pritom opisujem znamenitost, nase impresije i dodjem u neko vreme do tog nesrecnog sapuna... Misliiiim, mi svi znamo da ja ne bih nikog u sapun pretvorila i da je to tzv. crni huuuuuuumor....Ali ne za Nemce...Bitte, nicht... Odjednom, smrtno ozbiljna faca, moli da ponovim, ja i dalje ne kapiram....I ondaaaaa, drugariiiiii, dva sataaaaaa price....Propala sam.Morala sam da sunem jos tri luksemburska da progutam krivicuuuuuuuuu...Od tada sam pri humoruuuu pocela ko po jajima...Sad smo kao nesto nauciliiiii, two-way street...i mi sta njih zasmeje i mi sta njih nikako ne moze zasmejati :0)

2. Ljudi odbijaju da se rode u Dahau...Cak i oni koji su se tamo rodili...Zene sa puknutim vodenjacima voze za Minhen...jednostavno nece ljudi da im u u dokumentima stoji mesto rodjenja: Dahau
Mlad bankar, rodjen, ni kriv ni duzan, u Dahau. Na sluzbenom putu u Americi. NYC, godina recimo 2000...Maticna banka: Deutsche Bank Dahau
Ulazi u banku da podigne neke pare i daje sluzbenici svoju MasterCard. Ona je uzima, pocinje da bledi i bleji u isto vreme...Ceka. Posle pola minuta neprijatne tisine pita on: Ima li neki problem?
Pa ne znam, kaze ona...Dahau,Germany...
Da?I?
Pa nista, negooooo...Nisam znala da u koncentracionom logoru izdaju MasterCard

Eto.
Dobro jutro, svima

P.S. Andjelijooooo, ridjokosa drugarice moja...you make me proud to be a memeber:0)
Evo male pomoci:
ä = ae
ü = ue
ö = oe
ß = ss (nije uvek, al da ne sitnicarimo)

pričala meni bakaDana imali mi nekog rođaka iz ercegovine i on ti sedeo ispred ? i pio pivu kad,prle i tihi pravili neka
sranja po kraju.. i pokupe ti njega njemci onako s pola gutljaja..on se već tu bio napalio i teo onako prgav da im jebe kevu
ali bilo neko usrano društvo usput te..osvanu oni u nekom od dahaua..kaže postrojilo njih nekoliko tisuca jadnijeh, par desetina
njemaca i vučjaka..laju i jedni i drugi po principu cigojner auf hengen juden for šlisen.. i, kaže, ide neki mali brkati i
kreštavi u unformi, i kao, on koga s dva prsta čukne po grudma tog odma na sapune..i tako ti on dođe domene i lupi me s dva prsta
ugrudi i poče nešto prdit,kad li ga ja mu vratim prste u grudi i velim što ti je bre nesrećo štos udaraš tako..ovaj ti
se njemac uzbudi pa opet ti on mene ugruudi i zakriča još tanje, a ja mu bogme vratih..on tad poče dam udara jače a ja ti
ga složim jednim štocem uglavu..i mene otpuste ko neuračunljivog..
p.s.posle ga roknuli na brijunima..al nekako mu valjda bilo lakše..misim nekako ti lakše kad te svoj..onakoooo..mada..možda..

Weep You No More, Sad Fountains, by John Dowland, 1563-1626

Weep you no more, sad fountains;
What need you flow so fast?
Look how the snowy mountains
Heaven's sun doth gently waste.
But my sun's heavenly eyes
View not your weeping,
That now lies sleeping
Softly, now softly lies
Sleeping.

Sleep is a reconciling,
A rest that peace begets:
Doth not the sun rise smiling
When fair at even he sets?
Rest you then, rest, sad eyes,
Melt not in weeping,
While she lies sleeping
Softly, now softly lies
Sleeping.

P.S. Upravo videla na MTV spot za God's Gonna Cut You Down, Johnny Cash, American 5....OOOOOOOOOO MOOOOOOJ BOZEEEEEEEEEEE

Imamo veliki problem.
Promenili smo sredstvo za ciscenje prozora.Ovo novo, izgleda ima neki antistatik efekat ili efekat ogledala...Pod svakim prozorom imamo drvo...
Sve je pocelo u suncanom avgustu.Dosli smo s posla kuci i na prozoru gostinske sobe nasli otisak goluba rasirenih krila.Mislim KOMPLETAN OTISAK.Krila,glava,noge...Prvi poriv, prici lagano prozoru i pogleati na doleeeeeee ima li mrtve ptice...Nema. Gott sei Dank!
Ista bizarna epizoda se ponavljala jos neko vreme...sve dok vreme nije postalo ruznije a i prozori prljaviji...Usput zakljucismo - sto manja ptica to vise pameti.Vrapce nismo nalazili zalepljene na prozoru dnevne sobe.
Danas, divno suncano jutro u zapadnoj Nemackoj.Wall to wall sunshine...Sedimo tako, pijemo jutarnju kafu i gledamo

Depeche Mode
Martyr

I've been a martyr for love
And I will die in the flames
As I draw my last breath
As I'm close in on death
I will call out your name
I've been a martyr for love
Nailed up on the cross
While you're having your fun
As the damage is done
I'm assessing the cost
I knew what I was letting myself in for
I knew that I could never even the score
I've been a martyr for love
I need to be by your side
I have knelt at your feet
I have felt you deceit
Could have leave if I tried
I've been a martyr for love
Tortured every hour
From the day I was born
I've been moved like a pawn
By the greatest of powers
I knew that I would have to suffer in vain
A way that I would never outgrow the pain
I've been a martyr for love
I've been a martyr for love
I've been a martyr for love

Odjednom krajickom oka ugledam

vrapca koji se u punom naletu udara u prozor. Taj zvuk....zatvaram oci i dragi mi kaze: Sleteo je na drvo, otvori oci...
Sad se molim Bogu za pescanu kisu da vec jednom zaprlja ove prozore ali kako treba...pa da odmorim od ovih bizarnosti.
Eto.

There's An End
The Greenhornes(feat. Holly Golightly)

Words disappear,
Words weren't so clear,
Only echos passing through the night.

The lines on my face,
Your fingers once traced,
Fading reflection of what was.

Thoughts re-arrange,
Familar now strange,
All my skin is drifting on the wind.

Spring brings the rain,
With winter comes pain,
Every season has an end.

I try to see through the disguise,
But the clouds were there,
Blocking out the sun (the sun).

Thoughts re-arrange,
Familar now strange,
All my skin is drifting on the wind.

Spring brings the rain,
With winter comes pain,
Every season has an end.

There's an end,
There's an end,
There's an end,
There's an end,
There's an end

ako mi je srce ispunio tvoj osmeh
ako su u njega stale i tvoje male a velike usne
a našlo se mesta za one tvoje oči i dlanove moje tvoje
zašto iz noći u noć ima jedan tren
kada se iznenada buuuuudim
i dozivam te na sav glas..

ne bi smo da se naMLecemo, ali eto 21.TJanuar je blizu

she-candidat

delujmo lokalno &globalno

prilagodljiva vremenski i ideoloski

zajednicki TeMpo ^R

ovde Mozete kupiti sTranacke suvenire

he-kandidat

primer privlacnog saMLoneisticanja

ALI I UVERLJIVOSTI!

predizborni program sklon je revidiranju, svako malo, kako po sadrzaju tako i po izglednosti

u to ime pomolimo se :-)