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utorak, 15.08.2006.

so hard to move on

It's been ages since I last wrote. I don’t know why it took me so long. I hope you haven’t forgotten about me – I am still alive, I assure you

So what has been going on with me – same old stuff… I’ve been happy, I’ve been sad, I’ve been alone, I’ve cried ……….

And what are tears? Little drops of heaven, the excess of us we simply cannot keep within ourselves, the excess of our emotions. I wonder if tears created during different emotions taste differently. And do other people’s tears taste differently…..

Well don’t mind me

I don’t know what to do, I sort of have a choice, I can be one thing or I can be another thing, but whichever I choose I’ll end up hurting people around me. And those that know me know that I would never hurt anyone willingly, especially those I love, those that mean something to me. Well, those around me seem not to care about me sometimes. They do stuff without thinking, and I think about stuff, over and over and over again just to make sure they will be ok.

I don’t know

I don’t know

I am afraid it’s an empty, empty cage I’m living in. No, that’s not true, I am the empty cage


I am afraid that I have loved once (It was all so different then) and let it slip through my fingers, let him slip through my fingers. And now there’s no turning back. And I’m afraid he loved me too. It felt like that. You know, to be loved, it’s that strange feeling, that you do not feel right away but if that is taken from you, you will know you felt it. Sad, to know that only after it’s gone


Spend all your time waiting for that second chance
For the break that will make it OK
There’s always some reason to feel not good enough
And it’s hard at the end of the day


So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn
There’s vultures and the thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack


So hard to move on

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na kraju će samo bit virus i
probušena guma
a crnog čaja više nema u
kući čaja
marx gleda samo na
afriku i južnu ameriku
dok se na razglasu čuju ella i louis
a vani sunce sja


vidit ćeš me kroz polumrak
nećeš tit pričat sa mnom
otić ćeš ća
nećeš me ni pogledat
a ja ću bit u rukama drugog
i bit ćeš sam
i bit ću sama


Od Atene do Rima
Pod prašinom stoljeća
Nalaziš ono što voliš
Nalaziš li ono što trebaš
Ono je ispred tebe
Nije načeto zubom vremena
Novo, a
Vidiš li ti to
Ili se primaš kistova
I četki i nastavljaš
Šetnju Pompejima

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the doors

feast of friends

Wow, Im sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain
South
Cruel bindings.
The servants have the power
Dog-men and their mean women
Pulling poor blankets over
Our sailors

Im sick of dour faces
Staring at me from the
tv Tower, I want roses in
My garden bower; dig?
Royal babies, rubies
Must now replace aborted
Strangers in the mud
These mutants, blood-meal
For the plant that's plowed.

They are waiting to take us into
The severed garden
Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful
Comes death on a strange hour
Unannounced, unplanned for
Like a scaring over-friendly guest you've
Brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all
And gives us wings
Where we had shoulders
Smooth as ravens
Claws

No more money, no more fancy dress
This other kingdom seems by far the best
Until its other jaw reveals incest
And loose obedience to a vegetable law.

I will not go
Prefer a feast of friends
To the giant family.