all her visions start to play on the icicles of our decay; repriza jer je puno icicles-a
Dobro vam jutro! Numere: The Trash Can Sinatras – Orange Fell The Stone Roses – (Song for My) Sugar Spun…
The sweet parade the morning brings
The drifters wearing angel wings
The hard distorted hymns they sing
So sad the night is over
Cili dan pišem prolog, barem ideju prologa, stavljam pred sebe nekakvu temu, ali puštam misli da se same formiraju u rečenice. Ja ću ih samo prepisivat iz glave. Za temu sam nekako postiga konsenzus sa samim sobom; rast! Nešto što svi prolazimo iz dana u dan, sa svakim malim dijalogom u koji se upustimo. Nekad je to nagli, bolni rast, gubitak koordinacije, nešto ka da preko lita narasteš 10 cm. Međutim, uglavnom je to polagani rast, suptilne mijene mišljenja, osjećaja i/ili senzornih doživljaja. I tako mi rastemo, a niti ne primjetimo, samo su mi najednom gaće prekratke.
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autor: DonTravolta, 18/06/2021
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Dobro vam jutro! Numere: The Trash Can Sinatras – Orange Fell The Stone Roses – (Song for My) Sugar Spun…
I’m sweating tears
I’ve been there and I am there still
Mid-aftermath
Heroic and colossal baby
When you look back
And his three points on the home team
Gin in his blood from a lifetime in front of some barkeep.
Jokes in his head to break up the ice at the parties
A whole lifetime trying to find someone to laugh
After the death of the punchline.
I’ll always be afraid
I’ll never let you down
You’ll never be alone
I’ll come home to you
To look ahead without doubt!
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