petak, 26.10.2007.
Save room
John Legend - Save Room lyrics
četvrtak, 25.10.2007.
Over and over
U snovima,fakin snovima da živi jedna odrasla žena...
Ovo je za qrac...
Ili je samo takva "faza"...
Umorna sam..a glava radi ...ali prsti nisu...niti mi misli povezano ferceraju...
Uglavnom...
ja bi da je malo sve drugačije...a opet nisam tužna,ili šta već.
Eto...
Slušam Morcheeba-u.
Evo,klik pa slušaj i ti sa mnom.
srijeda, 24.10.2007.
Miris
Miris.Osjetim još miris njegovog tijela na sebi.Miris,onaj lucidni,...miris sexa.
Mokra koža,dah,glas...imam sliku pred očima.
Vidim one usne koje su me ljubile,one ruke koje su mi razmazivale sokove po usnama...onaj vrat koji se grčio,leđa mokra,oči koje su me gledale.
Osjetim ga...cijelog...biće...njega.
Moje tijelo ga ima u sebi.
Idem zapalit jednu.
Posveta...
Jutro,..kave,cigara,Loacker s lješnjakom..pa nije loše.
Kiša...volim je.Volim svoja jutra...mir.
Volim i svoju uvrnutu glavu,zbrčkanu i konfuznu,ali joj bar nikad nije dosadno.
Sad mi palo napamet,neki dan čitam u dnevnim novinama kako su počele knjige sa posvetama.Rousseau je bio prvi koji je prestao posvećivati svoja djela velikanima i tadašnjim uglednicima,nakon toga su počele posvete supružnicima,ljubavima,majci,ocu,...
Sad se očekuje možda da posvetim svoja slova nekome!Posvećena sam cijela ljudima oko sebe.Dani,minute,sekunde,sve....a ja?Cijela sam tu radi nekoga,uvjek,jutra,dani,noći.
Misli,otkucaji,pokreti,pogledi,riječi,slova...za nekoga.
Neću pisati posvetu,posveta sam ja!
Čekanje...
Sumanuta noć...čekanje...želja...mir...ljubav neka perverzna...dodiri koji su nestvarni...glazba...ples...svijet je moj.
Cigareta najbolji prijatelj.Vlažni jezik na vrelim usnama.Bol u bradavicama.Dah...taj dah koji čeka da iziđe s razlogom.
Vodim ljubav s filterom cigarete.Lagano,na usne...usisavam taj predzadnji dim...trenutak do dodirnuti nebo.Nakon toga pad dole...lagani,mazni...
Orgazam u glavi.
Please...
Please by U2
So you never knew love
Until you crossed the line of grace
And you never felt wanted
'Til you had someone slap your face
So you never felt alive
Until you'd almost wasted away
You had to win
You couldn't just pass
The smartest ass
At the top of the class
Your flying colors
Your family tree
And all your lessons in history
Please...please...please...
Get up off your knees
Please...please...please...
Please...
So you never knew
How low you'd stoop to make that call
And you never knew
What was on the ground 'til they made you crawl
So you never knew
That the heaven you keep, you stole
Your Catholic blues
Your convent shoes
Your stick-on tattoos
Now they're making the news
Your holy war
Your northern star
Your sermon on the mount
From the boot of your car
Please...please...please...
Get up off your knees
Please...please...please...
Leave me out of this please
So love is hard
And love is tough
But love is not
What you're thinking of
September
Streets capsizing
Spilling over
Down the drain
Shards of glass
Splinters like rain
But you could only feel
Your own pain
October
Talk getting nowhere
November
December
Remember
Are we just starting again
Please...please...please...
Get up off your knees, yeah
Please...please...please...
Please...
So love is big
Is bigger than us
But love is not
What you're thinking of
It's what lovers deal
It's what lovers steal
You know I've found it hard to receive
'Cause you my love
I could never believe
Music: U2
Lyrics: Bono and The Edge
