Blog korisnika Black Orchid
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| 03 Mar 2011 16:25 | Idi na vrh |
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koan grickati dok ne ispadnu mlechni. ne rastu osmice na svakome coshku. ge(h)danke. dobro, kad nadrastesh sebe. * * * - a gde ste se vi upoznali? - u bolnichkoj menzi. ne seccam se shta je bilo za ruchak. osmeh ne zaboravljam... * * * meditacija, sedimentacija. epiphany for breakfast. * * * - a shta ti radish? - konvertujem konvencije. * * * znash, to ti je kao sa onim putovanjem u Samarkand. nikad tamo nismo bili, a svega se odlichno seccamo. u 16 raz(no)bojnih varijanti. * * * - znash, ovo je mozhda prvi put da se plashim. - znam, ovo je prvi put da se ne plashim. * * * "... Uostalom, sve verzije su po detaljima medjusobno razlichite. Zapravo ispisujem vishe verzija iste stvari kao kada bi ih pisali razlichiti ljudi. Mozhda tako dosegnem neku novu istinu o znanjima koja posedujem. ..." (V.B.) * * * - znash, naleto mozhda vishe necu biti tu. - znam, zato te volim sada. * * * kad dvorska sluchajno ispusti maramicu, na Koji je da je uhvati u slobodnom, pre nego dotakne tlo. * * * '... a treba odrzhati ravnotezhu...' - reche Snjeguljica i istopi se ko pahuljica. * * * "The fool looks at a finger that points at the sky." * * * poklonio mi je boje. od blokova gradim kuccu. * * * volim zhivot jer ima chudan smisao za humor. |
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| 05 Feb 2011 15:29 | Idi na vrh |
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p(r)ometnja t(r)agova u Rebusu zhivim sama u stanu sa roditeljima koji mi to nisu. moja majka je imala tri deteta. neizlechivo sam bolesna od jedne, izlechivo od druge, izlechena od trece. imam samo neke papire, a bojica chitavu paletu... i ne da umem da crtam, shapucem, kuckam... al' shta cu kad sam tuzhna shto sam ruzhna. ovisno o jeziku i raspolozhenju... namchvorima shto se chini, obratno je. p(r)ichi o tri vuka i sedam jarica, ako koz(h)a lazhe... uvek samo jedno(ro)g. maNc(h)or Neko komplikuje. volim jednostavno. hocu sama praZnak, Praznik u miRu. vish(nj)e nema, Sem shlag i koshtice. Leta sam samo. kapu_chini ili leti_Magi_jato? poslovichna abeceda ja tebi lek, ti meni otrov, ergo, "'occe to tako." A: OdGovorE B: OgLedAlo C: if you're good enough, baby, ... D: . marinada trnova ne znam znash li ko je bio prvi, ali ti si Bio drugi. i poslednji. a to znash shta znachi. dobra. p.s. kao nobLice, Kamijev nob(e)l(ovsk)i od desetog decembra daLeke... Amos ne reche bezveze da neke knjige ispunjene mrzhnjom putuju brzhe od onih dobrih i tananih, nazhalost. naravouchenije: neko se igrao, neko se razbio, neko je video, neko je rekao, neko je poverovao, neko ne... neko bi da prekine krug. prostim srpskim jezikom, ovde javno se izvinjavam svim dobrim ljudima koji su mi ikad iskreno ponudili bilo kakvu vrstu pomoci, bez obzira na to da li sam je ja prihvatila ili ne. i svima onima koji su mi znachili neshto. i svima koji su se osetili prevarenim u bilo kom smislu. ego je chudo jedno. iz ozbiljnih privatnih razloga nisam (bila) u stanju da objasnim neke stvari. neke druge stvari ne mogu ni samoj sebi da objasnim. neke mogu, odlichno. ako ikoga zaista zanima zbog svih onih/ovih godina... ok sam devojka sa mnogo problema, shto objektivnih, shto subjektivnih. svesna sam da je u ochima mnogih verovatno suprotno. svesna sam i da se chesto nisam ponela kako treba. zbog svega toga mi je iskreno zhao. ne zbog godina i rechi i sujete i ne-znam-ni-ja-chega-sve, nego zbog ljudi, nesporazuma, promashenih prijateljstava, bol(ov)a svake vrste. ako ikoga zaista zanima... u shkoli za pa(l)chice male... korak 1: potrazhila sam struchnu pomoc. korak 2: iskrena sam do koske. korak 3: pochela sam da radim na sebi, da pomazhem drugima, da uchim, da se lechim od interneta, i tako blizhe i tako dalje. iako ovo naizgled govori suprotno, znam. korak 4: izvinjavam se. za mnogo shta. ali ne i za ono za shta nisam kriva. korak 5: zhao mi je i shto neki smatraju da mi jeste potrebna "pomoc". ali zhao mi je i ako neko smatra da mi nije potrebna. (i) meni jeste potrebna pomoc za mnoge stvari. i ovim putem je trazhim i ovde, iskreno i skromno, od svakoga ko se ikada "smiluje". i nudim sopstvenu zauzvrat, iskreno i skromno, ukoliko sam u stanju da je pruzhim, onoliko koliko budem, ako je iko ikada bude (opet) pozheleo. ili samo nekakvo druzhenje. iskreno i skromno. korak 6: gazda, znam da mi ne verujesh... ali volela sam te. najiskrenije shto postoji. i mislim da te i dalje volim. zato jos vishe boli. i ne mora niko da mi veruje. ti ako i kako mozhesh i zhelish. ikad. samo ne veruj uvek pre svakom drugom sem meni... molim te. korak 7: obraticu se i pojedinachno, lichno i privatno svim onim ljudima koji to zaista zasluzhuju chim budem mogla tako da to bude kako treba. najiskrenije. (...) |
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| 21 Jun 2010 01:20 | Idi na vrh |
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"Well, there's nothing I truly desire There's nothing that I really want But the times I find myself in the fire To choose between the right and the wrong I wish I could control all my judgements Understand every move Take my mind and all of it's voices Tell me what should I do Sometimes I feel like I'm stuck in your head and I wonder (Who d'you think you're talking to?) One day I'll move, get away from these feelings getting stronger (Who d'you think you're talking to?) Sometimes I feel like it's not so fun to see what's under (Who d'you think you're talking to?) Let me out, let me out, I don't think I can stand it any longer (Who d'you think you're talking to?) I remember being part of that era I remember being so far from home All the times I needed someone to hear me Cos I've never felt so much on my own All the trouble that you have with your future All the rules that make your life so secure There are people who will give their opinions But tell me, what do they know? Sometimes I feel like I'm stuck in your head and I wonder (Who d'you think you're talking to?) One day I'll move, get away from these feelings getting stronger (Who d'you think you're talking to?) Sometimes I feel like it's not so fun to see what's under (Who d'you think you're talking to?) Let me out, let me out, I don't think I can stand it any longer (Who d'you think you're talking to?) Who d'you think you're talking to? Sometimes I feel like I'm stuck in your head and I wonder (Who d'you think you're talking to?) One day I'll move, get away from these feelings getting stronger (Who d'you think you're talking to?) Sometimes I feel like it's not so fun to see what's under (Who d'you think you're talking to?) Let me out, let me out, I don't think I can stand it any longer (Who d'you think you're talking to?) Who d'you think you're talking to? Who d'you think you're talking to? Who d'you think you're talking to?!" (Five O'Clock Heroes feat. Agyness Deyn) |
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| 07 Jun 2009 16:38 | Idi na vrh |
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kroz koprivnjak... http://nettle.mojblog.rs/ (da ne bude nesporazuma - Koprivnjak nije moj blog) bonus tracks: http://niko.mojblog.rs/p-problemi/152332.html http://shtikla.blogspot.com/2009/07/biseri-i-svinje.html * tko sam, shto sam ... "If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance to their doubting, too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise; If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools: If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the will which says to them: 'Hold on!' If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!" (Rudyard Kipling) * Closer (2004) |
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| 30 Dec 2008 00:36 | Idi na vrh |
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The Secret Life of Words ... Josef: I thought, um, you and I, maybe we could go away somewhere. Together. One of these days. Today. Right now. Come with me. Hanna: No, I don't think that's going to be possible. Josef: Why not? Hanna: Um, because I think that if we go away to someplace together, I'm afraid that, ah, one day, maybe not today, maybe, maybe not tomorrow either, but one day suddenly, I may begin to cry and cry so very much that nothing or nobody can stop me and the tears will fill the room and I won't be able to breath and I will pull you down with me and we'll both drown. Josef: I'll learn how to swim, Hanna. I swear, I'll learn how to swim. ... My Life Without Me Natalie Merchant - My Skin Leonard Cohen - In My Secret Life ne tumachiti ... |
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| 12 Sep 2008 02:25 | Idi na vrh |
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La Fille Sur Le Pont (1999) La Chance... pas de chance... par chance... porter chance, chances, chances de succès, coup de chance, bonne chance... pas de chance... deuxième chance... Marianne Faithfull - "Who Will Take My Dreams Away" "I can't give you all my dreams Nor the life I live You and I know what friendship means That's all we got to give Who will take your dreams away Takes your soul another day What can never be lost is gone It's stolen in a way Please, don't stand too close to me Can you hear my heart? Take my warmth and lean on me When we're not apart Now our mission is complete And our friends die here Evil things brought down by the light Life goes on until the end..." Brenda Lee - "I'm Sorry" "I'm sorry, So sorry That I was such a fool I didn't know Love could be so cruel Oh, oh, oh, oh, uh, oh, oh, yes You tell me Mistakes Are part of being young But that don't right The wrong that's been done (I'm sorry) I'm sorry (So sorry) So sorry Please accept My Apology But Love is blind And I was too blind To see Oh, oh, oh, oh, uh, oh, oh, yes You tell me Mistakes Are part of being young But that don't right The wrong that's been done Oh, oh, oh, oh, uh, oh, oh, yes I'm sorry So sorry Please accept My apology But love was blind And I was too blind To see (Sorry)..." Benny Goodman - "Sing, Sing, Sing" 
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| 16 Jun 2008 00:13 | Idi na vrh |
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Gorillas in the Mist: The Story of Dian Fossey (1988-) photographs of Dian Fossey more.. ..about Instinct (1999) |
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| 11 Jun 2008 00:44 | Idi na vrh |
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Howl: I feel terrible, like there's a weight on my chest. Sophie: A heart's a heavy burden. Howl's Moving Castle moving . vagabundo . errante . andante . animado . ambulante ... wandelnd. |
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| 17 Maj 2008 00:16 | Idi na vrh |
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"Ne, ne mi dihat za ovratnik Ne boj se, ne bom zbezhal Ne, ne mi dihat za ovratnik Da ti potem ne bo zhal Ko ti bom zachel odpenjat gumbe Spil ti bom nasmeh iz ustnic In z ramen potegnil svilo Ne bom se ustavljal na kolenih Ko ti bom dvigal krilo Ne, ne mi dihat za ovratnik Vesh da she stari ne spi Ne, ne mi dihat za ovratnik Nocoj ne bom skakal z balkona In cik-cak bezhal chez dvorishche Ne, ne mi dihat za ovratnik, Koza nora, Ker mi bo kmalu vseeno Ne, ne mi dihat za ovratnik, Koza nora, Raje me skrij pod odejo Spil ti bom nasmeh iz ustnic In z ramen potegnil svilo Ne bom se ustavljal na kolenih Ko ti bom dvigal krilo Ne, ne mi dihat za ovratnik Ne boj se, ne bom zbezhal Ne, ne mi dihat za ovratnik Da ti potem ne bo zhal ..." (Lachni Franz) |
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