Jako je tesko pustiti onu pravu sms poruku. Tesko mi je da ponovo napisem "volim te" kada znam kao danas da nisam dobio odgovor.
Rekla je da ponovo pocinjem nesto sto ona ne bi zelela. Sto je najgore nisam siguran da je iskrena.
Nemam ni hrabrosti da sednem na bus i odem da mi kaze to u lice i sebe da lazem da putujem da popricam sa njom Kad znam da putujem samo da bih je video
Ma sta mi rekla.
Slagacu je po prvi put kada budem rekao da sam razumeo njene reci. A tu sam samo da bih je video. I pravim budalu i od sebe i od nje Samo da bih je video.
Posaljem sms da je volim, a onda ceo dan nista ni broj da joj okrenem. Sta ako joj glas ne bude veseo kao sto sam joj ga zapamtio.
Ako se javi moracu da je lazem da sam razumeo njene razloge a u stvari samo cu slusati njen glas.
Boze kako bih voleo da sam djubretar u njenom gradu, u njenom rejonu. Da je vidjam svakog dana. Samo to.
sale, ima jedan djubretar sto cisti parkinge oko zgrade gdje ja radim. veoma je kulturan i ljubazan. on ti ima svoje malo prevozno sredstvo i leta po parkingu. elem, prije nekoliko dana, na godisnjicu smrti dzona lenona, kaze on meni da je napisao poemu posvecenu lenonu i pita me da li sam zainteresovana da je procitam. ja se prvo, naravno, iznenadim da djubretar pise poeme i kazem da bih bas voljela da procitam. nakon nekih pola sata donese on meni poemu otkucanu na listu papira i jos mi kaze da je bio na mojoj omiljenoj radio stanici i procitao je. da znas da me je to mnogo iznenadilo od jednog 'djubretara'.
Sta te cudi. To je posao gde mozes da lepo ne umaras mozak i po ceo dan da razmisljas o svojim problemima. Isto kao sto su najmudriji ljudi pastiri. Ceo zivot provedu sami sa sobom i svojim mislima. malo poznajemo ljude u opste, sudimo po onome sto rade a ne po onome sto misle.
otkud ti to da ja sudim po tome sta ko radi?! vec sam ti rekla da je taj covjek izuzetno kulturan i ljubazan. par puta sam pomislila da je moguce da je imao dobru poziciju u nekoj dobroj firmi, ali se firma raspala, bankrotirala itd. tako da nije mogao dugo da ceka da dobije novi posao te je prihvatio to i tu ostao jer ni sa kim nema nista i ne boli ga glava. ovdje je sve moguce; danas si bogatas, sutra bijednik i to ne mora da zavisi od tebe nego od drugih. ono sto me je iznenadilo je to da pise pjesme. isto tako bi me iznenadilo i da je direktor, menadzer itd., a mozda i vise jer od njih uopste ne ocekujem da se bave poezijom.
cao! kako si? dolazis li ti ovdje uopste? evo ja navratila da ti pozelim sve najljepse za dan zaljubljenih :) usput cu ti ostaviti jos ponesto od 'parking lot guy' :) danas mi je donio veliku kovertu sa desetak otkucanih listova
Shades/ of Truth?
In some peoples' thinking the truth is like darkness; they would allow that there is a level of depth, or degree, or latitude. Is the truth a different color across the ocean, in your home, on the dark side of the moon, or the other side of your wallet. Shadows, within shadows; - cooling shade, to crepuscular black. Ergo..., white lies, fibs, half-truths, myths, legends. ... lies, damned lies, and statistics; damn, your principles - vote your party. Thank you, Benjamin Disraeli. Poetic license, metaphor, allegory, I am not a crook. Thank you Richard NIxon. Need-to-know; top secret, verisimilitude, obfuscation, misinformation, disinformation, revisionist history, propaganda, real politik. Perhaps it depends on how close to the lie you are standing. ... and please remember that the very people offering light to illuminate the real truth may merely be practicing misdirection. Or (quixotically), the most famous lie - omission. We-don't-ever-talk-about-that! ;or (my personal favorite) - GEE zi musta forgo ta tell ya. It's been said that most people lie up to 100 times a day - even if it's only to themselves.
My words are my children, unruly and cavorting, here for your mind to see. A pirouette, a hearty laugh, a babble of follow-me footsteps, a tickle-or ten. Ten tickles what then? Tentacles, drawing you in. To primp and to pander, sashay and stroll, to be heard and be seen. ..and to think in deepest wonder is this my new home, my forever in your heart; your mind; your dream.
Is there only truth in what we agree to be the truth - today; and can a lie be seen? Can we stop those hur, from hurting by thinking life is but a dream? Or will you accept the truth of my children that to stop peoples' hurting we have to help them learn to think, to learn, to know, that life is more than who or what can be bought and sold today, or cajoled today, or where enrolled today, disowned today, or cloned today, or blown away. Life IS.
There is only one today in your lifetime and you're living it right now. Only one today 'til that sometime, when you will reap just what you sow.
Don't put a color on me, and tie me to this white-man you see ....to limit me; inhibit me; and handle me; and slander me. I'm not this label that you think you see, just the one thing that you want to be. Ya, just like you - I'm me. My color never stopped my government from ignoring everything about me - except my money; or that cop from pulling his gun on me...POINTBLANK... pointing it in my face... god-ugly blunt steel muzzle threatening to eat my life. Steal my time. "Face Down - on the ground - spreadeagle - don't look at me." Slab cold stone kisses my cheek, grit bites back. Eat my life. Just because some mentally scarred schoolyard bully/or has-been, bullied wanted to play let's torch the hippie. And in the song of the sparrow I hear...... how do you bleed, how do you sleep, how do you cry, why do you need, why do you weep,... how do you die,.... how do you die,.... how do we die.
