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Tue Apr 1, 2008, 2:03 PM
  • Mood: Artistic
  • Listening to: the sound of silence
  • Reading: kandinsky - o duhovnome u umjetnosti
  • Watching: ....
  • Playing: mind games :) with myself
  • Eating: .....
  • Drinking: water


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  • Current Residence: zagreb
  • Interests: life...
  • Favourite movie: lisbon story, name of the rose, before the rain
  • Favourite band or musician: dead can dance
  • Favourite genre of music: everything that makes me move....
  • Favourite artist: life again
  • Favourite poet or writer: lawrence durell

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hvala na fave-u :)
još nigdje ne prodajem nakit, samo uživam radeći ga :)

sviđaju mi se tvoje fotke :love:

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:iconsabinalucija:
znači nitko nema čast nositi ga? samo za sebe ga radiš ? :)
a da dijeliš tu ljubav :DD

--
I live by the river
Where the old gods still dream
Of inner communion
With the open sea
:icona14onymus:
:t_h_a_n_k_ _ _y_o_u:
:iconblankspaceplz::halfliquid::iconblankspaceplz::halfliquid:

--
:bulletblack:"for I am all and I am no one.
I'm visible and yet unseen."
:bulletblack:

F o u n d e r and A d m i n on
=AnalogShots
:iconsabinalucija:
Baby, I've been waiting,
I've been waiting night and day.
I didn't see the time,
I waited half my life away.
There were lots of invitations
and I know you sent me some,
but I was waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
I know you really loved me.
but, you see, my hands were tied.
I know it must have hurt you,
it must have hurt your pride
to have to stand beneath my window
with your bugle and your drum,
and me I'm up there waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.

Ah I don't believe you'd like it,
You wouldn't like it here.
There ain't no entertainment
and the judgements are severe.
The Maestro says it's Mozart
but it sounds like bubble gum
when you're waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.

Waiting for the miracle
There's nothing left to do.
I haven't been this happy
since the end of World War II.

Nothing left to do
when you know that you've been taken.
Nothing left to do
when you're begging for a crumb
Nothing left to do
when you've got to go on waiting
waiting for the miracle to come.

I dreamed about you, baby.
It was just the other night.
Most of you was naked
Ah but some of you was light.
The sands of time were falling
from your fingers and your thumb,
and you were waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come

Ah baby, let's get married,
we've been alone too long.
Let's be alone together.
Let's see if we're that strong.
Yeah let's do something crazy,
something absolutely wrong
while we're waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.

Nothing left to do ...

When you've fallen on the highway
and you're lying in the rain,
and they ask you how you're doing
of course you'll say you can't complain --
If you're squeezed for information,
that's when you've got to play it dumb:
You just say you're out there waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.

--
I live by the river
Where the old gods still dream
Of inner communion
With the open sea
:icona14onymus:
t h a n k_y o u_f o r_t h e_w a t c h.

:sun:

--
:bulletblack:"for I am all and I am no one.
I'm visible and yet unseen."
:bulletblack:

F o u n d e r and A d m i n on
=AnalogShots
:iconsabinalucija:
thanks fot faworites..i m new here it may take me some time to find my way through the simbols and manners
:icona14onymus:
and

:t_h_a_n_k_ _ _y_o_u_ _ _f_o_r_ _ _t_h_e_ _ _f_a_v_e_s:


:sun:

--
:bulletblack:"for I am all and I am no one.
I'm visible and yet unseen."
:bulletblack:

F o u n d e r and A d m i n on
=AnalogShots
:iconsabinalucija:
Night of Insomniac Love


Night approached us, with a full moon.
I began to cry, and you to laugh.

Your contempt was a god, and my whinings

a chain of doves and minutes.



Night left us. Crystal of pain

you wept for distant depths.

My sadness was a cluster of agonies,

over your fragile heart of sand.



Morning joined us on the bed,

our mouths placed over the frozen jet

of a blood ,without end, that was shed.



And the sun shone through the closed balcony,

and the coral of life opened its branch,

over my shrouded heart.

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