Rodjen sam da cinim greske
i da hocu ne znam bolje
usne su mi tako teske
kada dotaknu tvoje

Sad ni suza nemam vise
da te nijemo pratim samo
vrijeme uspomene brise
to i ti i ja znamo

Tu na mojim rukama
ova ljubav umire
dok nam jutro umorno
broji zadnje dodire

Srece nema u nama
gubi joj se svaki trag
gdje su oni dani svi
kad sam tebi bio drag

Znam da nema vise vremena za nas
ja zadnji put te ljubim danas
nesto pricas, ali ne cujem ti glas...

btw.ponovo sam napisala citav post i PONOVO je nestao...

ima li sanse da se to nekako regulise, da pisanije bude sigurnije?!

nemam zivaca sada sve ponovo, posle cu...

Tražio si moje srce...

nikada ga nikome nisam dala u potpunosti...

komadiće i komade-da...celo...ne...

nikome nikada...

intuicija i razum su mi govorili jedno,ali strah da ga nikome nikada neću ni dati,jer samnom nešto nije u redu, je prevladao...

i tako sam ti ga dala...u trenu...

umotano u veliki. providni,šuškavi purpurni papir,sa velikom purpurnom mašnom...

rekao si da ćeš ga paziti... čuvati... negovati ga...

ali...

vrlo brzo je počelo da krvari i da vene...

na trenutke bi ga zalio ljubavlju,tek da se mrvu oporavi...

a onda bi ponovo nastavio po starom....

urlala sam i udarala o staklene zidove mog kaveza,koji ništa ne propušta, pa čak ni zvuk...

pokušavala sam da doprem do tebe,ali ne...

ponekad bi me primetio,...

prilazio bi staklu i izvinjavao se, govorio kako ti je jedina želja da brineš o njemu i meni...

and still...

ono je umiralo...

a i ja sa njim...

zatvorena i zarobljena u kavezu iz koga samo statično mogu da posmatram svet oko sebe...

znaš... predugo je ovo bilo vremena za ''izvini'',''ne mogu ti opisati koliko se kajem'',''nije mi to uopšte bila namera'',''jedino što želim je da si srećna'',''zauvek ću te voleti i biti tu za tebe'',...

ovo poslednje je takva demagogija...

PREVIŠE je ovo vremena za to...

verovala sam da ljudi,ako im je stalo,mogu da se promene...teško,ali mogu...

zato sam pokunjeno i zabrinuto klimala glavom na tvoje reči, nadajući se da ćeš se ipak promeniti...

ali ne...

da si zaista želeo-učinio bi to...

a nisi...

zato...neka ti je to moje sasušeno i mrtvo srce...

za uspomenu ili ga sažvaći ...

nije me briga...

ja ću se povući u ćošak mog kaveza i pokušati da uzgajim novo,mlado srce...

malo...malešno...

i ko zna...možda ga ipak neko toliko zavoli da brine o njemu i zaliva ga ljubavlju...

a ono, od toga toliko poraste da postane veeeliko srce, najveće od svih...

ponosno na ljubav koja ga okružuje...

I'm so tired of playing,
Playing with this bow and arrow,
Gonna give my heart away,
Leave it to the other girls to play,
For I've been a temptress too long.

Hmm just,
Give me a reason to love you,
Give me a reason to be,
A woman,
I just wanna be a woman.

From this time, unchained,
We’re all looking at a different picture,
Through this new frame of mind,
A thousand flowers could bloom,
Move over, and give us some room.

Yeah,
Give me a reason to love you,
Give me a reason to be,
A woman,
I just want to be a woman.

So don't you stop, being a man,
Just take a little look from our side when you can,
Sow a little tenderness,
No matter if you cry.

Give me a reason to love you,
Give me a reason to be,
A woman,
It's all I wanna be is all woman.

For this is the beginning of forever and ever,
It's time to move over ,
So I want to be.

I'm so tired of playing,
Playing with this bow and arrow,
Gonna give my heart away,
Leave it to the other girls to play.
For I've been a temptress too long.

Hmm just,
Give me a reason to love you.

Tri stvari su me navodile na suze kada sam bila beba...

kada se uneredim, kada mi šav na peleni nije savršeno ispeglan i vetar...

(dobro,zanemarila sam ono kada me nešto baš boli...)

čim bih videla kako se grane i ostala botanika napolju povija, mrštila bih se i bežala od vrata i prozora...

u međuvremenu sam shvatila da me samo mrvu manje od vetra iritira kiša i to kao ova danas...

jedan od razloga je i to što sam meteropata...

glava me ''razvaljuje'',svaka ćelija tela boli...

najradije bih se samo umotala u jorgan i prespavala ružno vreme...

znam da mnogi vole kišu...kao što je mnogi kada su negde unutra...

možda bih je i ja volela...

mada...ipak mislim da ne bih...

osim one tople,koja me asocira na nešto čisto...sveže...oprano...

ova hladna me uvek asocira na tugu i bol...

kada ti se hladnoća uvuče u pore i neće napolje, jer je čak i njoj hladno...

tužno je...

No more carefree laughter
Silence ever after
Walking through an empty house, tears in my eyes
Here is where the story ends, this is goodbye

Knowing me, knowing you (ah-haa)
There is nothing we can do
Knowing me, knowing you (ah-haa)
We just have to face it, this time were through
(this time were through, this time were through
This time were through, were really through)
Breaking up is never easy, I know but I have to go
(I have to go this time
I have to go, this time I know)
Knowing me, knowing you
Its the best I can do

Memories (memories), good days (good days), bad days (bad days)
They’ll be (they’ll be), with me (with me) always (always)
In these old familiar rooms children would play
Now there’s only emptiness, nothing to say

Knowing me, knowing you (ah-haa)
There is nothing we can do
Knowing me, knowing you (ah-haa)
We just have to face it, this time were through
(this time were through, this time were through
This time were through, were really through)
Breaking up is never easy, I know but I have to go
(I have to go this time
I have to go, this time I know)
Knowing me, knowing you
Its the best I can do