Never coming home

Ubezeknem se od straha pri pomisli da bih mogla da zavolim i da bi mogao da me zavoli neko meni nalik.

Ja volim rime, ritmove i igre. A ekonomija? A sabiranje? Morao bi da ih voli on. Ako ne bude tako, kad se, na kraju meseca, nakon svih ritmova i rima, zora dochekanih u polusnevanju saberemo - oduzecemo se .

Mene nezznosti zdrobe il' zarobe, preplavljuju me fluidi i fragmenti. A ko ce da sklopi celu sliku, ako je i on od utisaka sastavljen?

Ja se velike vode bojim, a prostranstva me privlache. Ko ce jedra da napuni, strahove odagna i ladju pokrene ako se i on brchka u plicaku?

"Neki budu ruzzino drvo, neki ruzzokradice". A ja... Ja bih da budemo on i ja i da slichnost koja nas vezuje bude nashe prihvatanje nashih razlichitosti.

tuzna sam, mnogo....

Sister moon will be my guide
in your blue,blue shadows I would hide
All good people a sleep tonight
I'm all by my self in your silver light
I would gaze at your face the whole
night through
I'd go out of my mind but for you

Lying in mother's arms
The primal root of a woman's charms
I'm a stranger to the sun
My eyes are too weak
How could is a heart
When it's warmth that he seeks?

A stone's throw from Jerusalem
I walked a lonely mile in the moonlight
And through a million stars were shining
My heart was lost on a distant planet
That whirls around the April moon
Whirling in an arc of sadnnes
I'm lost without you...

Though all my kingdoms turn to sand
And fall into the sea
I'm mad about you

If blood will flow when flesh and steal are one
drying in the color of the evening sun
Tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away
But something in our minds will always stay...

Perhaps this final act was meant
To clinch a lifetime's argument
That nothing ever could
For all those born beneath an angry star
Lest we forget how fragile we are

On and on the rain will fall
like tears from a star like tears from
a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are?

ma nemoj ti vise da prolazis mojom ulicom
dok ja hodam na posao,nemoj da naslucujes
...a da zaboravila sam ..za sve je kriva
kamasutra i moje glupo pitanje i tvoje pitanje odgovor...a mozda i nije...bilo kako bilo...izmamicu ti osmeh

Znam da ne mozemo imati nas.
Ali ako me nadjes,
Imacemo jos trenutaka srece
I nasa cutanja.

Dajem ti osmeh
Bezbroj osmeha
Toplih i sarenih...
Ne mogu sama da
volim prolece
I zato volimo ga zajedno,
Volimo sve zajedno.

Pojavio si se i dodji bez kise.
Kako hoces,ali dodji i donesi
Mene meni...
Tebe meni...
Nama nas...
Zivot u moju nepreglednost,
U moju nezainteresovanost,
U moje nevreme.

Well it's five in the morning
and the light's already broken
And the rainy streets are empty
for nobody else has woken
yet you turn fowards the window
as he sleeps beneath the covers
And you wonder what he's dreaaming
in this slumbers