Kaj nam pak moreju

14.02.2007., srijeda

JEBALA TE BIVSA BRANIMIRE!

eto, cak je i u ovoj recenici proslo svrseno vrijeme...

JEBALA TE BIVSA BRANIMIRE!

28.04.2006., petak

danas nije tvoj rodjendan

...no svejedno cu ti napisati jedno ljubavno pismo....
opijala sam se golobovom poezijom da ti ne posaljem tu poruku punu maslacaka.. golob je pomogao. i on je jedna izgubljena individua.
ni sada ti necu poslati tu poruku, jer, gledala sam tvoju sliku i morala bih ti napisati da si jako lijep. a ne zelim. onda ces opet biti keanu reeves i neces to poricati. a kako cu te onda sacuvati od drugih zena?
hm...pomisljala sam da otkazem tu avionsku kartu koja ce me dovesti ravno u tvoje oci. no nisam sigurna sto se moze nazvati vecim mazohizmom - to da je otkazem ili to da odletim......
oprosti na ovome. znam koliko mrzis moje rijeci u kojima se spominjes...

- 22:18 - Komentari (0) - Isprintaj - #

26.04.2006., srijeda

biti fer

ma vise ni sport nije ono sto je nekad bio. ljudi su uvijek bili nesportske duse, a danas te pregaze kopackom samo tako. krv strca na sve strane, a njemu se zivo jebe kaj je to tvoja glava iz koje strca. jebe se i igracu pored, a jebe se i sucu. da ne pada u nesvijest kad vidi krv i da ga ne bedira vlastita sigurnost i ostanak u biznisu, ne bi ni izbacivao ranjenike.
definitivno sam sigurna koje ljudske vrline cijenim. rodjen si ko covjek, budi zahvalan na tome (kome god zelis) i ne pretvaraj se u nesto sto se popularno zove djubre. budi fer i spusti vodu kad se poseres. sjeti se da ti se ta govna jednog dana mogu samo tako vratiti i zauvijek ostati tvoji najblizi prijatelji. daj do znanja, ispricaj se i kreni dalje.
igraj sportski, budi fer.

...sad slobodno odjebi. danas sam bila sretna zbog tvoje pojave, sutra cu biti sretna jer je cetvrtak. popusio si.

- 23:42 - Komentari (0) - Isprintaj - #

26.4.

mirna, sretna ti godisnjica braka :)
napisala bih ti pjesmu, ali bojim se da ne ispadnem plagijator bloga... :)

- 22:37 - Komentari (0) - Isprintaj - #

doprinos.

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

---Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

-- Elizabeth Bishop

- 02:17 - Komentari (0) - Isprintaj - #

"Gdje si, bilo je isto veče"

***

Ne pada mi na pamet da sljedecu recenicu zapocnem s “Grad koji nikada ne spava”. Zasto ponavljati recenice koje su toliko puta ponovljene kada je covjek dovoljno kreativan da izmisli svoju, unovci je i postane bogat. Ja sam duboko uvjerena da je to sposobnost koju posjeduje svako bice; od Bore Leea do Sartrea.
New York je grad u kojem sam uvijek bolja, u kojem sam uvijek ljepsa, u kojem sam uvijek osamljenija… Grad koji je ispunjen do svakog milimetra najtamnijeg kutka u Bronxu. Socan je, pun mirisa, proslosti, buducnosti, neizvjesnosti, pocetaka I gorkih oprostaja. Volim njegove vlakove, smrad u podzemnim tunelima, svirku na autobusnim stanicama. Prezirem guzvu na Port Authority-ju, ali uvijek bih se u nju vracala. New York je grad koji se zavukao duboko u moju utrobu, obiljezio je zauvijek I postao vecinskim vlasnikom moje duse.

***

- 02:17 - Komentari (0) - Isprintaj - #

prvi april je davno prosao...

ne sjecam se ni jedne posebno originalne prvoaprilske sale.. znaci li to da je moj zivot tuzan i nezanimljiv? ja bih ipak rekla - nedovoljno sretan i nedovoljno zanimljiv. rjesavam ja tako razne upitnike o sreci u zivotu, opcenito o zadovoljstvu, rijesim i jedan o depresiji te dolazim do zakljucka (ja i doktor seligman) da sam poprilicno zadovoljna te da se oko depresije brinuti ne moram. jos. (ili vise) (or no more).
nemam nekih dubokih rijeci na ovu temu.. imam par pjesama, par proznih tekstova, no uglavnom je to ono neosvjesteno u ljudima. dovoljno je procitati.
prije godinu dana ovaj tekst bi vjerojatno pocinjao drugacije. "upravo sam rijesila neki upitnik o depresiji i moj rezultat je povisoko na skali... mislim da sam dosla do zida. da je samo malo nizi, skocila bih"
no drago mi je da danas tekstove pocinjem modro zutim tonovima i sumom vode. i piva i voce i onaj puteljak i zgrada do moje i karta svijeta i film cine se ukusnijima, ljepsima, punijima, pozitivnijima i manje zapišanima.. to je kul. to je bas kul. hvala svima na suradnji.

- 01:52 - Komentari (0) - Isprintaj - #

16.04.2006., nedjelja

za te...

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms,
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

- 01:42 - Komentari (2) - Isprintaj - #

najdivnija moja...

Naseg vjencanja nece biti
Zli klaun me lagao
Plakala sam dugo, dugo
Dok mi je govorio
(I brisao kapljice krvi na mojoj laznoj vjencanici)
Nikada me nisi volio
Ruzni klaun me lagao
Jecala sam dugo, dugo
Dok mi je priznavao
(I rezala sad vec svoju dugu kosu)
Postojao si samo u meni
Zli klaun te narisao
Dok si hodao i posezao za mojom rukom
Klaun se smijao

- 01:30 - Komentari (0) - Isprintaj - #

jedan od rijetkih

danas se osjecam brodo. isus jest moj prijatelj.

- 01:29 - Komentari (0) - Isprintaj - #

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"No heart? No heart? I'm all heart, motherfucker!"

I hurt myself today
to see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
the only thing that's real
the needle tears a hole
the old familiar sting
try to kill it all away
but I remember everything
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt

I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of thorns
upon my liar's chair
full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
beneath the stains of time
the feelings disappear
you are someone else
I am still right here

what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt

I will let you down
I will make you hurt

if I could start again
a million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way

***

When I was a little girl I had a rag doll
The only doll I’ve ever owned
Now I love you just the way I loved that rag doll
But only now my love has grown
And it gets stronger in every way
And it gets deeper let me say
And it gets higher day by day

Do I love you my oh my
River deep, mountain high
If I lost you would I cry
Oh how I love you baby, baby, baby, baby

When you were a young boy did you have a puppy
That always followed you around
Well I’m gonna be as faithful as that puppy
No I’ll never let you down
Cause it goes on and on like a river flows
And it gets bigger baby and heaven knows
And it gets sweeter baby as it grows

Do I love you my oh my
River deep, mountain high
If I lost you would I cry
Oh how I love you baby, baby, baby, baby

I love you baby like a flower loves the spring
And I love you baby like a robin loves to sing
And I love you baby like a schoolboy loves his bag
And I love you baby river deep mountain high

***

Time, time, time, see what's become of me
While I looked around
For my possibilities
I was so hard to please
But look around, leaves are brown
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter

Hear the salvation army band
Down by the riverside, it's bound to be a better ride
Than what you've got planned
Carry your cup in your hand
And look around, leaves are brown now
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter

Hang on to your hopes, my friend
That's an easy thing to say, but if your hopes should pass away
Simply pretend
That you can build them again
Look around, the grass is high
The fields are ripe, it's the springtime of my life

Ahhh, seasons change with the scenery
Weaving time in a tapestry
Won't you stop and remember me
At any convenient time
Funny how my memory slips while looking over manuscripts
Of unpublished rhyme
Drinking my vodka and lime

But look around, leaves are brown now
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter

Look around, leaves are brown
There's a patch of snow on the ground...

***

When you're weary, feeling small,
When tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all;
I'm on your side. When times get rough
And friends just can't be found,
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down.
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down.

When you're down and out,
When you're on the street,
When evening falls so hard
I will comfort you.
I'll take your part.
When darkness comes
And pain is all around,
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down.
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down.

Sail on silvergirl,
Sail on by.
Your time has come to shine.
All your dreams are on their way.
See how they shine.
If you need a friend
I'm sailing right behind.
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will ease your mind.
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will ease your mind.

VeljaCa

jebes onu magnoliju u parku i brdasca snijega uz cestu, sicilij i germanij... presudno u zivotu ipak je uci u taxi i zalupiti vratima

Dark Walk

I hope you don't mind but I see you as my sanctuary
I like the way that you are my sanctuary
I hope you don't mind but I see you as my sanctuary
I like the way that you sleep on your shoes

It's the dark walk

Kaj?Kaj?