DramatisPersonae

Dobro otukud sam ja mogo da znam tracklisting za veroniku? mnjah....

Ma shta se javljash kad ti pojma nemash? Murky vode je sa jednog zamrzavajuceg majnda od mene. a na dark lyricsz nema txtova ja bio da vidim, nema

Imal' neko one freezing????? TREBA MI K'O LEBA!!!

Oh sweet empty, must you be so cruel? In air this love floats, but quietude of words, no words... I gaze unto thee and see, all the fields of green, All the light of sun that long hath hid. You gaze, but no light, just darkness, and in darkness me. And then the quietude comes in waves, it washes our nearness. Sleeping eyes, why so? Oh, the tree's bark inside is not hollow, And if things around are dark, then cast the light, cast the light! Come closer, feel the light that comes of thee, Come closer, to this world of yours I see. What is wind? What is sea? What those trees want to be? The sky is never empty, nor dark, My sky is your heart, and your light. My sun is your love, yet, only for me you shine.. So shine, do not hide, come, take my lonely hand. You say you love me, you say you're here; But then why in your presence I bare your tears? Move the stone that covers a leaf, Why can't you uncloak this night's veil? Oh my sun shines, it seems from a world long gone! And with silence as her shield, she surpress heart not to feel... Was my gaze at her sun but in vane? Am I not brave enough to fight with memories pale? Oh, I'm not guilty, it's her fault, she says... I do not want to linger in darkness, even if it will fade... If I'm not sun, to shine this world undone, If I'm but to see, as another dark'n'd and empty In this world obsolete, then defeated I will leave, But not until, until I dry those tears. And those tears never to fall, shall be my compas To feel again, and again be whole. So let me cry, I will drown this world my dove, Let me steal your tears, just so I can once again feel; And wake the child, that hath never died, And make it cry, to let it out, All the pain it lived, but never carried out. The child of thee... Oh sweet empty, must you be so cruel? Let me engrave bits of my own empty, For this hurt you feel does not come from your being. Blame the darkness, that in them you see. Oh you ARE sun, but that you do not see... This pain you feel makes the drapes you hung obscenely To seek the shelter in the dark, to hide your face so dearly. Oh, but you ARE sun, come, let me make you see... For what sun is not ashamed of it's light, when it outshines everything bright? Thus you do tell a slight lie, when to yourself you tell that empty is the night. Trust me, the only way to kill the pain, is to kill a bit of heart, preferably the one that the others hath sought. Pity all the meek, but despise the mercy you give, For pitied takes more mercy than it could ever retireve.

Mnogo je mogucnosti, al' jedno je: "Jebi ga."

Ma jok bre, dobro je protumachio samo shto je pobrkao u jednoj stvari red, a u drugoj stvari osobu x i osobu y, tj. ono shto su oni hteli.... ------- ....hm... cutim!

bravo, bravo, spermshooter supremu

Shta vi tu meni dza bu, kurac palac, Novi Sad smrad, kad ja tamo u vash BG a ono medjutim, ne srmdi grad toliko koliko ljudi u njemu! Ulice uvek prenatrpane, ljudi gaze, kola trube, salecu te iza svakog coshka, kradu te na ulicama, machici i kuchici kaku po parku, imate loshe pljeskavice, drsko i buchno... Ma Novi Sad je premija za vas, iako je istina da ima puno Madjara, al' ne mari, nisam neki nacionalista...

Da,da... tebe.

zasr'o zasr'o, evo josh uvek smrdi....

Au Marta, al' sam zasr'o...

Au jebote, kol'ko komentara za jednu rech: play...

Hvala.

Da

UUuu kopi-pejst, fensi... Mmmmm pejst...

Ma greshka bre, izgleda da sam to ispravljao, al' nijesam to sejvovovo... Pu majter mu. A sad ne mogu da editujem svoj pjost.

Krang!!!! PORTAL!!!!

Greshish, taj segment sam napisao chetvrtom osnovne, bila je valjda priprema za pismeni, a tema je bila jesen na selu. Buljio sam kroz prozor i gledao kako se grane povijaju na vetru, i eto, nastade to shto si citirala. (Ne shalim se)

She play! Ah, she play! Sweetest sounds melt in air, On sky with clouds she sails away, Her body swoons, her soul escapes With loving sounds of night and pray. She play, yes, she play! But her song suddenly stopped, and changed it’s way, It was like she came to know she was all alone on her way, And that no living soul dares to take that flight with her play. Oh you were never alone, you have stars, moon, sun, light and day; Why can’t you see that you enclose yourself in you own play? Ah, but she play! She play! And as her song begins to change, I cannot help but feel strange, For I am getting lost with every note she plays, With every key-stroke of her pain, With every tear her heaven sheds, With her silent music of heaven and hell. Ah, but still she plays. She’ll never stop playing, ‘cos her heart will fade; When there is nothing to wrap it, rose will wither and turn to hay. So she creates music, her cloak of dismay, But I see through it, and see her passion for play, How much life she has inside it, but she hides it all away. And she plays and plays... Oh play for me a “moonlight tear” And lead my souls astray, I know my dear, you won’t shed a tear, When you forget me inside your play. But hey! I am a cup of poisoned rain, You shouldn’t drink, lest thou shall sleep, Forever sleep inside my play. 6.2.2006 11:30

Lo! My heart! I have found it’s lost home, inside your eye. And it was there all along, from darkness it has hid. But now as I am to write the ways I love, You know I cannot write, but your name. Have you ever seen blossomed quagmire? The morning sun looms on it very strange. The certain rue of desolate makes the owls Cry tears upon ones that had left. But lo! ‘tis not that hour of leaking faith, ‘tis a need to purge that hath stayed. So, as everything was born twain, And not a single thing hap in vain, Nor were my tears shed silent, For they have found my love. No! ‘tis not reminiscence I seek, Nor do I bare the same pattern of old faces I have seen. I love thee in such ways that cannot be, nor felt, nor touched, nor seen. Ah! You have born a child in me! -From this old man tired of being. The rejoice my mouths cannot speak, comes from your nose, Your lips, your chin and cheeks. Full of life, they bestow upon me all the weal I have miss’d. And who could ever tell that this rose in sunset I will see? It was dying in silence, yet in silence it made it’s seat. She played the tunes of wolves howling at moons With her long fingered hands, She pressed the Pain’s tabs, And in her silence of scream she swoons. But, I have seen this and I have come, not to rescue, But to drink her sorrow, and with her poison to live, To bring you plague of sun that looms here, To show you you’re not alone, nor such you ever wake. 5.2.2006 23:27

Chovek sa maramicom je Bog, starac sam ja, barem shto se mene tiche...

Pa svi smo mi pochinjali sa goticharenjima, pa smo ih polako prerastali... /a neki i dalje ostaju na njima/

To se i ja pitam...