
Ususret zimskom solsticiju
Winter is coming
‘Life is a minestrone
Served up with parmesan cheese
Death is a cold lasagne
Suspended in deep freeze’
Današnju emisiju posvećujemo pjesmama o iću i piću! Slušamo poneki aperitiv, predjelo, glavno jelo, a pronaći će se i koji desert!
Srijeda u 18h!
autor: Mira Ursic, 11/08/2025
Arhiva

“No matter what the weather is, I wish for all of you blue skies and golden sunshine internally all along the way.”

I had a dream. In fact, it was the night I met you. In the dream, there was our world, and the world was dark because there weren’t any robins and the robins represented love. And for the longest time, there was just this darkness. And all of a sudden, thousands of robins were set free, and they flew down and brought this blinding light of love. And it seemed like that love would be the only thing that would make any difference. And it did. So, I guess it means there is trouble ’til the robins come.

Spavao sam uz prekide. Tijekom jednog od mojih kratkih snova, začuo sam krik. Bio je razvučen poput onih koje ispuštaju pijanci: “Ah, živote, zašto me ne napustiš!”
Brzo sam se uspravio jer sam ga začuo skoro u blizini ušiju; vjerojatno je dopirao s ulice, ali ja sam ga čuo ovdje. Činilo se da su njime natopljeni zidovi moje sobe. Kad sam se probudio, vladao je muk; čulo se samo kako pada prašina koju su stvarali crvi grizući drvo, i žubor tišine.
Ne, nije bilo moguće procijeniti dubinu muka koji je izazvao taj krik. Izgledalo je da je na zemlji nestao sav zrak. Nije bilo nikakva zvuka; ni daha ni otkucaja srca; kao da je zastao i sâm šum savjesti.
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