Vidim tvoju belu haljinu kako proleće
I tvoj vitki nežni stas
I strujeći slađe izvire miris noći
I sanjalački iz biljnih čašica
Ja sam uvek uvek mislio na tebe
Hteo bih da spavam, al ti moraš igrati
She can kill with a smile
She can wound with her eyes
She can ruin your faith with her casual lies
And she only reveals what she wants you to see
She hides like a child
But she's always a woman to me
She can lead you to live
She can take you or leave you
She can ask for the truth
But she'll never believe you
And she'll take what you give her as long as it's free
She steals like a thief
But she's always a woman to me
Oh, she takes care of herself
She can wait if she wants
She's ahead of her time
Oh, and she never gives out
And she never gives in
She just changes her mind
She will promise you more
Than the Garden of Eden
Then she'll carelessly cut you
And laugh while you're bleedin'
But she'll bring out the best
And the worst you can be
Blame it all on yourself
Cause she's always a woman to me
She is frequently kind
And she's suddenly cruel
She can do as she pleases
She's nobody's fool
But she can't be convicted
She's earned her degree
And the most she will do
Is throw shadows at you
But she's always a woman to me
Koliko volim slatku spoznaju. Stvarno je ... priceless.
-Mlada Libanka je kao izvor koji izbija iz srca zemlje i teče kroz vijugave doline. Ako ne nadje put izlaza do mora, on se okreće ka mirnom jezeru na čjoj se prostornoj površini ogledaju svetlucae zvezde i sjajni Mesec...-
Halil Džubran
Youll be given love
Youll be taken care of
Youll be given love
You have to trust it
Maybe not from the sources
Youve poured yours
Into
Maybe not
From the directions
You are
Staring at
Twist your head around
Its all around you
All is full of love
All around you
All is full of love
You just aint receiving
All is full of love
Your phone is off the hook
All is full of love
Your doors are all shut
All is full of love
Dopuna: 30 Apr 2009 0:26
Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone; it has to be made, like bread, remade all the time, made new.
Ursula K. Le Guin
"Ljubav nikad ne umire prirodnom smrću. Umire jer ne znamo kako da obnovimo njen izvor. Umire od slepila i grešaka i izdaja. Umire od bolesti i rana, umire od iscrpljenosti, umire uvenućem, gubitkom sjaja". Anais Nin
