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	<title>A Look in the Mirror</title>
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	<author>nobody@mycity.rs (Limit)</author>
	<description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 13px; line-height: normal&quot;&gt;WOMEN: A Look in the Mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold&quot;&gt;Age 8:&lt;/span&gt;
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Looks at herself and sees Cinderella / Sleeping Beauty.
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold&quot;&gt;Age 15:&lt;/span&gt;
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Looks at herself and sees Cinderella / Sleeping Beauty / Cheerleader – or, if she is PMS’ing, sees Fat / Pimples / UGLY … (“MOM, I can’t go to school looking like this!”).
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold&quot;&gt;Age 20:&lt;/span&gt;
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Looks at herself and sees Too fat / Too thin / Too short / Too tall / Too straight / Too curly. Finds an excuse for not going at all, misses out on a lot of fun.
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold&quot;&gt;Age 30:&lt;/span&gt;
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Looks at herself and sees Too fat / Too thin / Too short / Too tall / Too straight / Too curly. Decides that she doesn’t have time to fix it, but she’s going anyway. Has fun.
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold&quot;&gt;Age 40:&lt;/span&gt;
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Looks at herself and sees Too fat / Too thin / Too short / Too tall / Too straight / Too curly. But says, “At least I’m clean” and goes anyway. Has a ball.
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold&quot;&gt;Age 50:&lt;/span&gt;
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Looks at herself and sees “I am” and goes wherever she wants to. Has a blast.
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold&quot;&gt;Age 60:&lt;/span&gt;
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Looks at herself and reminds herself of all the people who can’t even see themselves in the mirror anymore. Goes out and conquers the world.
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold&quot;&gt;Age 70:&lt;/span&gt;
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Looks at herself and sees wisdom, laughter and ability. Goes out and enjoys life.
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold&quot;&gt;Age 80:&lt;/span&gt;
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Doesn’t bother to look. Just puts on a purple hat and goes out to have fun with the world.
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic&quot;&gt;Maybe we should all grab that purple hat a little earlier!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10px; line-height: normal&quot;&gt;Author unknown&lt;/span&gt;</description>
	<pubDate>Mon, 05 Jan 2009 07:55:24 +0100</pubDate>
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	<title>Crying</title>
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	<guid>https://www.mycity.rs/?p=744041</guid>
	<author>nobody@mycity.rs (Limit)</author>
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 8px; line-height: normal&quot;&gt;ja.. stvarno ostajem bez reci..&lt;/span&gt;</description>
	<pubDate>Wed, 16 Apr 2008 05:28:15 +0100</pubDate>
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	<title>Happiness</title>
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	<guid>https://www.mycity.rs/?p=635893</guid>
	<author>nobody@mycity.rs (Limit)</author>
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	<pubDate>Thu, 25 Oct 2007 13:50:40 +0100</pubDate>
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	<title>Taj strastveni TANGO</title>
	<link>https://www.mycity.rs/Blog/Taj-strastveni-TANGO.html</link>
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	<author>nobody@mycity.rs (Limit)</author>
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Culno. Dirljivo. Nacin tugovanja i bega. To su cari tanga, putenog plesa i tmurne pesme bordela Buenos Ajresa s kraja XIX veka. U Argentini koja jos stenje nakon ekonomskog sloma, drevne teme tanga i danas su neokaljane: secanje na ljubav, tuga zbog gubitka.
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Buenos Ajres, dirljiva, uznesena, ceznutljiva lirika muzike cini sustinski deo pripadnosti ovom napacenom, sjajnom gradu.
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Krajem XIX veka reka evropskih doseljenika, mahom iz Italije, pristigla je u Argentinu i mnogi su pronasli ili razvili poslove u tom centru i oko njega. Svojim melodicnim, reklo bise operskim pevanjem obogatili su prvobitno obicnu muziku i sirov ples: tango.
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“Kola” oslobodjenih africkih robova stvorila su snaznu ritmicku podlogu, a nemacka harmonika – bandoneon – dodala je prepoznatljivo setno zavlacenje i pozadinski ritam (&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic&quot;&gt;vump-vump-vump&lt;/span&gt;) klasicnog zvuka tanga. 
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Na muziku je uticao i stil svetske boli francuskog varijetea, u velikoj meri zahvaljujuci Sharlu Gardeu. U svetu se proslavio kao Karlos Gardel, utelovljenje romanticne povezanosti Argentine sa pesmom. Pevao je nezaboravne pesme o onom sto ljudima svugde nanosi bol: neuspehu, prolaznosti, umiranju ljubavi i poverenja. &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic&quot;&gt;Znam da ljubav je tek izdah, dvadeset godina tek trenutak (...) Zivim s dusom okrenutom ugodnom secanju ciji gubitak opet oplakujem.&lt;/span&gt;
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Gardel je nove stihove uklopio u zvuke starog raskalasnog tanga i ucinio ih tako profinjenim, erotskim, tragicnim i smelim, da su pesnici tanga uskoro poceli da pisu novu vrstu tanga posebno za njega.
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(Alisija Monti i Karlos Kopel drze besplatne casove tanga u holu trznog centra Abasto)
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Tehnika je manje-vise jasna: kad usklade korak, ucinak je divan i tajanstven. Kopelo je prirodno srediste gravitacije Alisije Monti. On je blago odgurne, a ona se zavrti, da bi se odmah zatim nasla pred njim: evo me! On odstupa, a ona je za trenutak vec uz njega: ne ostavljaj me nikad! On se nagne prema njoj, a ona se izvija: cvrsta zena kratke kose, najedanput savitljiva poput vrbovog pruta: tvoja sam!
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Tango nije zamisljen za budjenje feminizma u nama. “Volim to mastanje o potpunom pokoravanju u tangu, kao sto vidite u filmovima”, reci ce posle Montijeva. “Kad plesem, moj partner je Hemfri Bogart, moj Karlos Gardel. Savremene devojke kazu da zele nezavisnost, ali ja volim osecaj medjusobne predaje. Zato plesem.”
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Pravi ples jos uvek zivi medju obicnim ljudima razlicite starosti, koji su, poput Montijeve, odlucili da prozive mastariju o potpunoj predaji. S tom su namerom &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic&quot;&gt;porte&amp;#241;i&lt;/span&gt;, inace ludi za tangom, otvorili brojne, jedva profitabilne lokala koji rade noci ili dve nedeljno. Nazivaju se &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic&quot;&gt;milongama&lt;/span&gt; ili tango-cajdzinicama i uglavnom se otvaraju posle ponoci, u skladu s tradicionalnim odnosom prema vremenu u nocnom zivotu Buenos Ajresa.
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Muzika, penusavo vino, lepe zene, stasiti muskarci, miris parfema koji se poput pesme raznosi vaduhom, pesma koju muzika upija poput mirisa. Jedinstvo dvaju tela pretocenih u jedno? Potpuno pokoravanje? Moj Hemfri Bogart? Shvatam da je krajnje vreme da krenem na krus tanga.
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Jedan, dva, tri, cetiri, PET – uspesna konverzija osnovnog osmotaktnog koraka za zene zavisi od njihove sposobnosti da na “pet” snazno ukrste noge, levu preko desne. To je sasvim jednostavan zadatak, ako se istovremeno ne skoncentrisete na drzanje desnog ramena prema dole, desnog lakta gore, opustenosti leve ruke koja pociva na partnerovim ledjima (“to je ljubavni zagrljaj”, dobacuje neko sa strane nimalo ne pomazuci time), trup je okrenut napred, noge ispruzene i ravne.
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Kod tanga, zenin trup ostaje okrenut strogo napred, bez obzira na sve, sasvim usmeren ka muskarcu. Bokovi mogu da se njisu, ali nikada se ne pomicu s jedne strane na drugu, kao kod salse, nego se cela donja polovina tela uvija levo ili desno u jednom bloku i tako se krecete plesnim podijumom, poput lika naslikanog u egipatskoj grobnici.
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Tehnicka nespretnost se oprasta; emotivna povrsnost ne, jer upravo osecaj – snazan, zestok, usmeren osecaj – igra glavnu ulogu kod tanga.
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“Svaki tango je kao da imas devojku tri minuta. Zena ima priliku da savije ruke oko muskarca. To je zagrljaj, zar ne?”
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Opsti napredak pogodovao je drugom zlatnom dobu muzike 40-tih i 50-tih godina XX veka, kad su u ogromnim dvoranama veliki orkestri svirali tango do duboko u portenjsku noc. Upravo je tokom drugog razdoblja tango postigao tako visok stepen rafiniranosti i lepote da se podelio na ples i muziku. Zavisnici od tanga vodili su raspravu o tome sta je vaznije – muzika ili ples – i pratili su svoje omiljene ansamble poput navijackih huligana.
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U predstavi “Tango Argentino”, koja je krenula iz Pariza i napravila uspeh na Brodveju, nastupali su &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic&quot;&gt;Sexteto Mayor&lt;/span&gt; i sest parova koji su iz veceri u vece osvajali publiku spektakularnim plesom. Nekoliko godina posle, delom zahvaljujuci uticaju predstave, na radiju se prvi put pojavila stanica posvecena iskljucivo tangu – FM Tango – koja je novom narastaju Argentinaca omogucila da shvate sta je njihove roditelje prozimalo tolikom strascu.
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“&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic&quot;&gt;U tebi je nesto sto zivi i traje&lt;/span&gt;”, kaze stih iz 1932. o toj obozavanoj tradiciji. “&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic&quot;&gt;Pesma Buenos Ajresa (...) sada obuzima svet.&lt;/span&gt;”
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Napisala: Alma Giljermoprijeto
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Objavljeno u casopisu National Geographic Srbija, septembra 2007.
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Prizori i zvuci: Pablo Koral Vega
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Wikipedia:
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History of Tango
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Tango music
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Argentine tango
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Tango dance
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I jos Tango pesma i tango tekstovi
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Tango...
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- &amp;quot;the history of love in three minutes&amp;quot;
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- &amp;quot;the vertical expression of a horizontal desire&amp;quot;
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- &amp;quot;not a dance but an obsession&amp;quot;
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- &amp;quot;a sad thought that you can dance&amp;quot; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mycity.rs/Blog/Read-dance-love.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; class=&quot;postlink&quot;&gt;(...)&lt;/a&gt;
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&amp;quot;…I met a girl at the carnival
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in Rio de Janeiro
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We danced all night on the boulevard
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In doorways we did the tango&amp;quot;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mycity.rs/Lyrics/Wherever-it-may-lead.html#267450&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; class=&quot;postlink&quot;&gt;(…)&lt;/a&gt;
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&amp;quot;Dance me&amp;quot;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mycity.rs/Blog/dance-me.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; class=&quot;postlink&quot;&gt;(...)&lt;/a&gt;
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&amp;quot;Life is like Tango... sad, sensual, sexy, violent and quiet.&amp;quot; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mycity.rs/Blog/the-night-belongs-to.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; class=&quot;postlink&quot;&gt;(…)&lt;/a&gt;
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&amp;quot;...Ovaj tango za mene, tebe, nju i njega
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Je tako opasan ples, po nasu divlju glad&amp;quot;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mycity.rs/Lyrics/nadanja-izbledela-od-chekanja.html#280545&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; class=&quot;postlink&quot;&gt;(…)&lt;/a&gt;
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&amp;quot;Njezne ruke tople kao dah
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i jedan tango
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dodir plah&amp;quot;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mycity.rs/Lyrics/Drugi-Nacin.html#64909&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; class=&quot;postlink&quot;&gt;(...)&lt;/a&gt;
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&amp;quot;..un tango qui fait,
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mirages qui seront dans tes bras&amp;quot;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mycity.rs/Lyrics/In-Grid.html#308898&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; class=&quot;postlink&quot;&gt;(...)&lt;/a&gt;
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&amp;quot;La noche ira sin prisa de nostalgia
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Habrá de ser un tango nuestra herida..
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Seremos esta noche todo el día&amp;quot;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mycity.rs/Lyrics/seremos-esta-noche-todo-el-da.html#327992&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; class=&quot;postlink&quot;&gt;(...)&lt;/a&gt;
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	<pubDate>Wed, 26 Sep 2007 03:26:24 +0100</pubDate>
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	<title>Parts</title>
	<link>https://www.mycity.rs/Blog/Parts.html</link>
	<guid>https://www.mycity.rs/?p=592196</guid>
	<author>nobody@mycity.rs (Limit)</author>
	<description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9px; line-height: normal&quot;&gt;Oči imam za svetlo,
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za proljetno zelenilo, za belinu snega,
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za sivilo oblaka i plavetnilo neba,
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za sunčev sjaj danju,
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za svetlucanje zvezda noću
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i za nevjerojatno čudo
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što ima toliko divnih ljudi.
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Usta imam za reč,
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za dobru reč na koju drugi čeka.
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Usne imam za poljubac,
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ruke – da pomažu i budu nežne,
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noge – da pođu na put k bližnjemu,
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k onima koji žive u samoći i hladnoći.
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A srce imam – za ljubav.
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Zašto onda nisam srecan?
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Jesu li mi oči zatvorene, usta puna gorčine,
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ruke lenje, noge ukočene, srce hladno?
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Zar ne znam da sam stvoren
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za radost?&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;ulist&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;empty_span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 8px; line-height: normal&quot;&gt;Phil Bosmans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9px; line-height: normal&quot;&gt;Nicega drugog nema u ovoj pjesmi - sem tvog lica.
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Nicega drugog nema ovdje - sem tvojih zednih, kao
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noc sivih ociju.
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Kej se u jezero pruzio pravo kao puscana cijev
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Stojim na keju i pjevam o tebi kakvu te znam
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ujutru.
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Ne mislim na tvoje oci, tvoje lice.
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Niti na tvoje razigrane noge, noge trkackih konja.
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Zbog neceg drugog mislim na tebe ujutru na keju.
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Tvoje su ruke sladje no hljeb orahove boje kad me
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se taknes.
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Tvoje se rame ocesalo omoju ruku - jugozapadni
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vjetar krstari kejom.
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Zaboravljam tvoje ruke i tvoje rame i opet kazem:
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Nicega drugog nema u ovoj pjesmi - sem tvoga lica.
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Nicega drugog nema ovdje - sem tvojih zednih,
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kao noc sivih ociju.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;ulist&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;empty_span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 8px; line-height: normal&quot;&gt;Karl Sandberg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mycity.rs/slika.php?slika=1641_148404018_3095239-lg.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; class=&quot;postlink&quot;&gt;&lt;img class=&quot;post_slika&quot; src=&quot;/must-login.png&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mycity.rs/slika.php?slika=1641_51618799_107843.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; class=&quot;postlink&quot;&gt;&lt;img class=&quot;post_slika&quot; src=&quot;/must-login.png&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mycity.rs/slika.php?slika=1641_51618799_360108637_26f11e37fc_o.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; class=&quot;postlink&quot;&gt;&lt;img class=&quot;post_slika&quot; src=&quot;/must-login.png&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mycity.rs/slika.php?slika=1641_51618799_red4.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; class=&quot;postlink&quot;&gt;&lt;img class=&quot;post_slika&quot; src=&quot;/must-login.png&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9px; line-height: normal&quot;&gt;Imao sam zenu duge tamne kose
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jednom u pijanstvu u ljeto u slami,
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a sada je volim, njene noge bose,
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tuzne njene oci, zrelu put sto mâmi.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;ulist&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;empty_span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 8px; line-height: normal&quot;&gt;Momcilo Popadic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mycity.rs/slika.php?slika=1641_98936053_215957.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; class=&quot;postlink&quot;&gt;&lt;img class=&quot;post_slika&quot; src=&quot;/must-login.png&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mycity.rs/slika.php?slika=1641_98936053_amy9.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; class=&quot;postlink&quot;&gt;&lt;img class=&quot;post_slika&quot; src=&quot;/must-login.png&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mycity.rs/slika.php?slika=1641_98936053_Copyrighted_Image_Reuse_Prohibited_245032.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; class=&quot;postlink&quot;&gt;&lt;img class=&quot;post_slika&quot; src=&quot;/must-login.png&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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	<title>Stars</title>
	<link>https://www.mycity.rs/Blog/Stars.html</link>
	<guid>https://www.mycity.rs/?p=509108</guid>
	<author>nobody@mycity.rs (Limit)</author>
	<description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9px; line-height: normal&quot;&gt;Mozda su zvezde samo kljucaonice, kroz koje sanjari vire u drugi svemir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;ulist&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;empty_span&quot;&gt;&lt;img class=&quot;post_slika&quot; src=&quot;/must-login.png&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9px; line-height: normal&quot;&gt;Nikome nisi slicna otkako te volim.
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Dopusti da te prostrem izmedju zutih venaca.
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Ko pise tvoje ime slovima od dima izmedju
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juznih zvezda?
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Ah, pusti me da se setim kakva si bila tada
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kada jos nisi postojala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 7px; line-height: normal&quot;&gt;Neruda&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;ulist&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;empty_span&quot;&gt;&lt;img class=&quot;post_slika&quot; src=&quot;/must-login.png&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9px; line-height: normal&quot;&gt;Izgazicu tvrdim usnama tvoja ramena detinja,
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a zvezde ce zvoniti ... zvoniti ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 7px; line-height: normal&quot;&gt;Antic&lt;/span&gt;
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	<title>Za jedan dan..</title>
	<link>https://www.mycity.rs/Blog/Za-jedan-dan.html</link>
	<guid>https://www.mycity.rs/?p=501426</guid>
	<author>nobody@mycity.rs (Limit)</author>
	<description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9px; line-height: normal&quot;&gt;Zatvoricu oci i pretvarati se
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kao da nikada nisi ni postojao.
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Laganim pokretom zaborava izbrisati
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sve dane koje si samnom odbrojao.
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I na lice cu navuci masku
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da skrijem bore urezane imenom tvojim
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jer nakon svih tvojih prodatih lazi
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cak i od reci &amp;quot;musko&amp;quot; se bojim.
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Pa opet zatvoricu oci, jako, najjace
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dok ne osetim bol u glavi
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i ubediti sebe da sve je bilo samo san
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nedosanjan san na letnjoj travi.
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I necu te ni mrzeti niti voleti
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niti pozeleti da si kraj mene tu
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jer na javi sam kao i uvek sama,
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a MI smo postojali samo u snu.
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Al eto i san zna da zaboli
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ako se previse od njega trazi,
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ako se zbroji sve lepo i ruzno
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i zbir ti ispadne gomila lazi.
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Od svega onog lepog usnivenog
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ispadne samo nocna mora
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ostade dusa gola i prazna
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na celu ucrta se nova bora.
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Na srcu pukotina kao bezdan
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kao provalija duboka bez dna
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nije to od ljubavi nit od prokletstva
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to je tek trag tog moga sna.
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Po poslednji put cu zatvoriti oci
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lebdeci izmedju snova i jave
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i pravicu se da nisi postojao
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ni ti, ni leto, ni miris trave...
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Ubedivsi se da sve bese iluzija
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izazvana nekim osecanjem brzim
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i podicicu glavu hrabro pred drugima
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u pokusaju da te ne mrzim...&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 7px; line-height: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mycity.rs/Poezija/Ljubavna-poezija_11.html#498947&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; class=&quot;postlink&quot;&gt;Mesecina&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;ulist&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;empty_span&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mycity.rs/slika.php?slika=1641_41139716_01.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; class=&quot;postlink&quot;&gt;&lt;img class=&quot;post_slika&quot; src=&quot;/must-login.png&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9px; line-height: normal&quot;&gt;Dobri duse, znas li kad se mrznja rodi,
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stiskaju pesnice, teku suze zuci,
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kad osveta zove i dusu nam muci,
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i sve sposobnosti i sile nam vodi?
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Dobri duse, znas li kad se mrznja rodi?&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 7px; line-height: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mycity.rs/Poezija/Charles-Baudelaire.html#428180&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; class=&quot;postlink&quot;&gt;Bodler&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;ulist&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;empty_span&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mycity.rs/slika.php?slika=1641_41139716_02.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; class=&quot;postlink&quot;&gt;&lt;img class=&quot;post_slika&quot; src=&quot;/must-login.png&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9px; line-height: normal&quot;&gt;Otici cu, da te ne gledam, otici cu, da ne mislim na izdaju.
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Znas li kako mi je bilo? Znas li kako mi je sada?
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Otici cu, da te ne mrzim, da mi postane svejedno.
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Rasuo sam tvoj lik po dalekim putevima, 
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raznijece ga vjetrovi i sprati kise, nadam se. 
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U meni ce ga potrti pozlijedjenost.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 7px; line-height: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mycity.rs/Poezija/Mesha-Selimovic.html#242177&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; class=&quot;postlink&quot;&gt;Mesa Selimovic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;ulist&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;empty_span&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mycity.rs/slika.php?slika=1641_41139716_03.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; class=&quot;postlink&quot;&gt;&lt;img class=&quot;post_slika&quot; src=&quot;/must-login.png&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9px; line-height: normal&quot;&gt;Which way is the right path,
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as I stand upon this chaotic crossroad of hate....
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How many ways are there
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to roam on this dark and damned road of Fate....&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 7px; line-height: normal&quot;&gt;C. Vincent Metzen&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;ulist&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;empty_span&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mycity.rs/slika.php?slika=1641_41139716_04.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; class=&quot;postlink&quot;&gt;&lt;img class=&quot;post_slika&quot; src=&quot;/must-login.png&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description>
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	<title>Slonovi</title>
	<link>https://www.mycity.rs/Blog/Slonovi.html</link>
	<guid>https://www.mycity.rs/?p=491939</guid>
	<author>nobody@mycity.rs (Limit)</author>
	<description>-e...
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-što je?
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-ma, ništa.
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-reci.
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-nema veze.
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-hajde!
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-zanima me.
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-da...?
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-zanima me sve!
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-na primjer?
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-kamo slonovi odlutaju dok spavamo?
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-i oni se moraju odmoriti. čine to gledajući u mjesec.
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-koža im je gruba, navikli su?
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-da, ali, postoje stvari koje vole, a prestali su ih raditi, činile su njihovu kožu mekom, ali snažnom. ova suha brzo puca. zaboravili su.
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-kako se to dogodilo?
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-prevarili su ih pa oni više ne plaču kada netko svira.
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-pa, kako ih potaknuti na borbu za plantaže i savane?
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-pričekat ćemo i zgrijati im kokosovo mlijeko. mislim da počinju shvaćati.
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-misliš li da će uspjeti dohvatiti lišće? ono visoko?
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-sasvim sigurno.
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-važni su im pojedinačni uspjesi kao i zajednički?
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-naravno, ali, ne smiju zaboraviti da su jedinke. drže se za surle i tako su samo jači. jedan drugoga pogurnu preko vode. zaboravili su...
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-hajdemo ih podsjetiti!
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- ššš... miču se... večeras će zapamtiti kako od blata napraviti dvorac.
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-pratit ćemo ih?
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-da, u slučaju da im zatreba podsjetnik. uvijek možemo razvući oblake, no, zasad ih pustimo. mislim da im nećemo trebati. &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic&quot;&gt;Znaju oni čitati iz neba.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9px; line-height: normal&quot;&gt;Bambi&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;img class=&quot;post_slika&quot; src=&quot;/must-login.png&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;</description>
	<pubDate>Sun, 18 Feb 2007 20:23:30 +0100</pubDate>
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	<title>Heart</title>
	<link>https://www.mycity.rs/Blog/Heart-2.html</link>
	<guid>https://www.mycity.rs/?p=485688</guid>
	<author>nobody@mycity.rs (Limit)</author>
	<description>&lt;span class=&quot;ulist&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;empty_span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic&quot;&gt;U mašineriji noći
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Moje srce je slično kompresoru
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Naklonjenu svemu što nema veze samnom
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Dok pokušavam nestati u poljupcu
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Volim te. &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 7px; line-height: normal&quot;&gt;Matija Beckovic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;img class=&quot;post_slika&quot; src=&quot;/must-login.png&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;ulist&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;empty_span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic&quot;&gt;I kada mi dušu sruše,
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što ni u snu lako nije,
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moje će me staro srce
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još da grije,
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još da grije. &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 7px; line-height: normal&quot;&gt;Enes Kisevic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;[Link mogu videti samo ulogovani korisnici]&lt;/b&gt;</description>
	<pubDate>Wed, 07 Feb 2007 14:15:50 +0100</pubDate>
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	<title>Poison</title>
	<link>https://www.mycity.rs/Blog/Poison.html</link>
	<guid>https://www.mycity.rs/?p=510478</guid>
	<author>nobody@mycity.rs (Limit)</author>
	<description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9px; line-height: normal&quot;&gt;Your cruel device
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Your blood like ice
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One look could kill
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My pain, your thrill
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic&quot;&gt;I want to love you,
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but I better not touch (Don't touch)
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I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop
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I want to kiss you but I want it too much (Too much)
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I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison
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You're poison runnin'thru my veins
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You're poison, I don't want to break these chains&lt;/span&gt;
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Your mouth, so hot
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Your web, I'm caught
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Your skin, so wet
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Black lace on sweat
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I hear you calling and it's needles and pins (And pins)
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I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name
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Don't want to touch you but you're under my skin (Deep in)
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I want to kiss you but your lips are venomous poison
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You're poison runnin'thru my veins
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You're poison, I don't want to break these chains
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Poison
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One look could kill
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My pain, your thrill
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I want to love you, but I better not touch (Don't touch)
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....
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Runnin'deep inside my veins, Burnin'deep inside my veins
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It's poison I don't want to break these chains..&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: center; display: block;&quot;&gt;&lt;img class=&quot;post_slika&quot; src=&quot;/must-login.png&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 
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----------- &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold&quot;&gt;Dopuna: 25 Mar 2007 18:12&lt;/span&gt; ---------
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 &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9px; line-height: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold&quot;&gt;Ritam tvoga dodira&lt;/span&gt;
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Tvoje telo mirise na dodir
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u tvojim bedrima je vlast
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komad koze u ostrim zubima
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na vlaznim usnama strast!
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic&quot;&gt;Nocas si zedna kao pustinja
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prikradas se kao zver&lt;/span&gt;
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i bljesak noza u ocima
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kradljivac krenuo po plen
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...igra andjela i djavola.....
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Ritam tvoga dodira
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gori mojim venama
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Ritam tvojih pokreta
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radja me i ubija
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Ritam tvoga dodira
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struji mojim zilama
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Ritam tvojih pokreta
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ubija, ne oprasta&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: center; display: block;&quot;&gt;&lt;img class=&quot;post_slika&quot; src=&quot;/must-login.png&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description>
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	<title>I'm a little down today..</title>
	<link>https://www.mycity.rs/Blog/Im-a-little-down-today.html</link>
	<guid>https://www.mycity.rs/?p=479705</guid>
	<author>nobody@mycity.rs (Limit)</author>
	<description>I can't find the words to pray
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I'm a little down today
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...
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I feel like a million miles away
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And I don't know what to say
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Can you hear me anyway?
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...
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I've look every where to find
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A simple peace of mind
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I can't find nothing on my own
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So I got to leave myself behind
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Take up this cross of mine
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Give away everything I hold onto
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Lord move in a way, that I've never seen before
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Cause there's a mountain in the way and a lock on the door
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I'm drifting away, waves are crashing on the shore
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So Lord move, or move me..
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&amp;quot;I'm broken like a promise
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I'm shattered like a dream
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I'm broken with all my pieces scattered round for you to see..&amp;quot;
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	<title>Paint the town</title>
	<link>https://www.mycity.rs/Blog/Paint-the-town.html</link>
	<guid>https://www.mycity.rs/?p=468751</guid>
	<author>nobody@mycity.rs (Limit)</author>
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..Plavo je mir, pacifizam i ozbiljnost. Plavo se sanja i pruza mir... Plavo Vertera i Novalisa. Blues B.B.Kinga. Plavo Vernosti, Ljubavi i Vere...
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Plava boja, budi misao na prostranstva mora i neba, coveka ispunjava spokojem i navodi ga da se udubi u sebe. Simbol vernosti, mudrosti i ljubavi prema lepom.
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Iako veliki broj sisara ne vidi crvenu boju, ljudsko oko je vrlo osetljivo na nju. Sklonost ka crvenoj boji nam je urodjena. Mozda ovo objasnjava zasto je u gotovo svim jezicima izraz za crvenu boju stariji od bilo kog drugog. Pre plave, zute ili zelene, bila je crvena, boja krvi i vatre. (...)
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mycity.rs/Blog/Ljubavne-boje.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; class=&quot;postlink&quot;&gt;Ljubavne boje..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description>
	<pubDate>Wed, 03 Jan 2007 19:12:29 +0100</pubDate>
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	<title>Read, dance.. love..</title>
	<link>https://www.mycity.rs/Blog/Read-dance-love.html</link>
	<guid>https://www.mycity.rs/?p=472808</guid>
	<author>nobody@mycity.rs (Limit)</author>
	<description>&lt;span style=&quot;color: darkblue&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;ulist&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;empty_span&quot;&gt;Love is a rebellious bird
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That nothing can tame...
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Nothing will work, threat or pleading,
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One speaks, the other stays quiet;
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And it's the other that I prefer...
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it is simply in vain to call it
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Love
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If it is convenient for it to refuse.
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Love is the child of the Bohemian,
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It has never, never known any law,
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If you don't love me, I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 7px; line-height: normal&quot;&gt;Habanera from the opera Carmen (translated to English)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: darkblue&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;ulist&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;empty_span&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;There is only one situation that I can think of in which men and women make an effort to read better than they usually do. When they are in love and reading a love letter, they read for all they are worth. They read every word three ways; they read between the lines and in the margins... Then, if never before or after, they read.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 7px; line-height: normal&quot;&gt;Mortimer J. Adler (b. 1902)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 7px; line-height: normal&quot;&gt;----------- &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold&quot;&gt;Dopuna: 12 Jan 2007 22:27&lt;/span&gt; ---------&lt;/span&gt;
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 &lt;span class=&quot;ulist&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;empty_span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic&quot;&gt;Dance, Dance
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We're falling apart to half time
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Dance, Dance
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And these are the lives you'd love to lead
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Dance, this is the way they'd love
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If they knew how misery loved me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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	<pubDate>Sun, 24 Dec 2006 18:24:40 +0100</pubDate>
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	<title>Spavajmo, sanjajmo</title>
	<link>https://www.mycity.rs/Blog/Spavajmo-sanjajmo.html</link>
	<guid>https://www.mycity.rs/?p=460360</guid>
	<author>nobody@mycity.rs (Limit)</author>
	<description>Jednog zelenog dana
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onog zelenog leta
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kada je bela rada
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odlucila da cveta..
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..neko je nekom rekao
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najlepsi san sam stekao
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podelimo ga na dvoje
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sad pola sna je tvoje....
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic&quot;&gt;Spavajmo, sanjajmo.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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	<pubDate>Thu, 14 Dec 2006 20:01:55 +0100</pubDate>
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	<title>Magla</title>
	<link>https://www.mycity.rs/Blog/Magla-3.html</link>
	<guid>https://www.mycity.rs/?p=455498</guid>
	<author>nobody@mycity.rs (Limit)</author>
	<description>&amp;quot;Za sve je magla kriva
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i ovaj grad me rijetko nasmije
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ti samo stavi vrč na stol
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naša se radnja zbiva kasnije..&amp;quot;
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&amp;quot;Magla svuda, magla oko nas,
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Iz daljine jedva cujno dopire tvoj glas.
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Magla svuda, magla oko nas.
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Prekasno je uzaludno,
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Sve je dublji jaz.&amp;quot;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: darkblue&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9px; line-height: normal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic&quot;&gt;bas je dosadna ovih dana...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description>
	<pubDate>Sun, 03 Dec 2006 21:28:16 +0100</pubDate>
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