~luna`s dust~
17.06.2006., subota
~šaka šećera i dima~
 strpat ću te u kutiju, da ležiš unutra i čekaš. skupljaj prašinu stara lutkice. igrat ćemo se opet, ako te se sjetim. * tisuću godina nije vječnost, probudi se. |
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21.05.2006., nedjelja
~san::krv::moonlight~
 Žao mi je jer glas kiše nije uspio nadjačati zvuk motora one velike limene kutije na kotačima. Pružila sam ruke kroz pravilni otvor u betonu, htjela sam osjetiti hladne kapi na dlanovima. Miris kiše i smoga vraća me u sadašnjost. Znam da žarko želite da prihvatim vašu stvarnost. Ali zašto mislite da je vaša stvarnost stvarnija od moje? Dopustite mi da sanjam ljubičaste oblake na nebu čak i onda kada moje tamno crvene cipelice dodiruju zeleno-žutu palastiku. I rekli ste mi da ne vidite moja siva krila, ali to ne znači da ih nemam. Bosa ću tapkati po stijenama jer želim ,želim pozdraviti stablo. šaljem poljubac srebrenom Mjesecu i zlatnim zvijezdama, zrake sunčeve svjetlosti, peku me, zaspat ću negdje skrivena... prestat cu sanjati kad me dotakne mjesečina. Oscar Wilde mentioned a butterfly=) ~"If you want a red rose," said the Tree, "you must build it out of music by moonlight, and stain it with your own heart's-blood. You must sing to me with your breast against a thorn. All night long you must sing to me, and the thorn must pierce your heart, and your life-blood must flow into my veins, and become mine." "Death is a great price to pay for a red rose," cried the Nightingale, "and Life is very dear to all. It is pleasant to sit in the green wood, and to watch the Sun in his chariot of gold, and the Moon in her chariot of pearl. Sweet is the scent of the hawthorn, and sweet are the bluebells that hide in the valley, and the heather that blows on the hill. And when the Moon shone in the heavens the Nightingale flew to the Rose-tree, and set her breast against the thorn. All night long she sang with her breast against the thorn, and the cold crystal Moon leaned down and listened. All night long she sang, and the thorn went deeper and deeper into her breast, and her life-blood ebbed away from her. She sang first of the birth of love in the heart of a boy and a girl. And on the top-most spray of the Rose-tree there blossomed a marvellous rose, petal following petal, as song followed song. Pale was it, at first, as the mist that hangs over the river pale as the feet of the morning, and silver as the wings of the dawn. As the shadow of a rose in a mirror of silver, as the shadow of a rose in a water-pool, so was the rose that blossomed on the topmost spray of the Tree. And the marvellous rose became crimson, like the rose of the eastern sky. Crimson was the girdle of petals, and crimson as a ruby was the heart.~ from: The Nigthingale and the Rose by Oscar Wilde |
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13.04.2006., četvrtak
~stijena::otkucaji~
 radije cu sjest na stijenu. :: smijeh :: opet skrivam lice iza izgriženih noktiju, zagrlit cu tvoje kosti prekrivene mesom i kožom ne mogu zaspati pokraj tvojih otkucaja srca pa cu onda budna sanjati: stabla i kapi kiše, jer predugo vec promatram ovaj bijeli zid. |
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08.04.2006., subota
~faery:forest~
 among the trees:: shadows::tears:: little prince=):: steps that we all leave:: how come they don´t mention butterflies in fairytales? |
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enter the world of good:faeries.elves.vampires. werewolfs.pixies.angels.devils. and evil:human race ja sam: location:split. sex:female. race:human. ::: "Ne lažem ti:: Ja izmišljam ono što mora postojati:: samo to nisi jos otkrio:: jer nisi ni tražio:: Zapamti: stvarnost je stvarnija ako joj dodaš nestvarnog. Prepoznat ćeš me po cutanju." Miroslav Antić ::: kada su me oteli s mjeseca odrezali su mi rep i krila... izbrusili ocnjake... operirali uši... htjeli su da izgledam kao zlo, htjeli su da budem čovjek... linkovi: The Council of Elrond centrifuga kocka imagines and words cmar Blog.hr Forum.hr Monitor.hr linkovi na neke blogove: ::exhibition:: v4MP1r3-kralj,pomogao mi napravit blog skin, da nije bilo njega ne bi bilo ni ovog bloga;hvala hvala puno. ramonajoan-irisaaaa bleeding lass crvenaaa ...tina... i_one_a heretik laksmi arwy 
v4MP1r3 was here Laufer Svijet za nas U tvom sam gradu jednu noc A zelim tu i ostati Kazes naci cemo je Dopusti da ti pomognem Mogu li prespavati Uz tebe sve te godine Jer prve suze s lica tvog Ne želim da me probude Ne daj mi da vidim ovo nije svijet za nas Ne daj mi da znam ovo nije... U tvojim toplim usnama Želim da se probudim Sa licem svojim pokri me i ne daj da me pokvare Mogu li prespavati Uz tebe sve te godine Jer prve suze s lica tvog Ne želim da me probude Ne daj mi da vidim ovo nije svijet za nas Ne daj mi da vidim ovo nije svijet za nas Ovo nije...ovo nije,.svijet...svijet za nas...  Laufer Dio tebe Srce puno rijeci, suze govore Nestali snovi ljube kao koprive Koliko na svijetu ima malo mostova Sami kao otoci sto more razdvaja, kazes ... Uvijek ovdje, blizu mene, postoji jos dio tebe Kilometri pricaju, najtuznije price Greske kao pijesak vjetar nosi u lice Tisina postaje moj jedini zvuk Kao prazna boca ostavljen na dnu, kazes ... Uvijek ovdje, blizu mene, postoji jos dio tebe Cijeli svijet, stane na moj dlan Tonem dublje za jos jedan dan, dublje za jos jedan dan Na zlatnom tepihu prosutih zvijezda Zelje nam postaju glasnije od smijeha Koliko na svijetu ima malo mostova Sami kao otoci sto more razdvaja, kazes ... Uvijek ovdje, blizu mene, postoji jos dio tebe ... --------------------------------- Hypocrisy Living to die A cacoon binds my skin. It wants to keep me alive. I am the great messiah Of the falling paradise. Destroyed by my own creations I cannot cope with life. The truth you think You know so well It's just a big lie. You live to fear You lay yourself to rest. Programmed to crawl It's just a battle in hell. We are the prayer Can I break the spell. We are the signs That caged in the dirt We are the plague Spreading through the world. We are the disease -- The virus eating away. We are no one. We're just living to die. We're just a lie We're just a fake. Can't wait 'till I'm finally dead. Erase my numbers to know To never return again. Computerised We're all neutralised In a world that's controlled By machines. You live to hate 'TilL someone press delete The things we do It's just a battle in hell We are the dirt Can I break these chains We are the signs That caged in the dirt We are the plague Spreading through the world. We are the disease -- The virus eating away. We are no one. We're just living to die. |
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