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Dobrodošli na moj blog

28.06.2018.

SMRT FAŠIZMU

Dok mislim na tebe, osjećam bol u grudima....



Dođe i dan da se sretnem s njim, gledam ga ravno u oči, i on mene odmjerava. Nekakav je zgodan, krivo mi, više od mene, ljepši, izgledniji, ljepšu kožu ima, i šta sve ne, jednostavno učinilo mi se da je atraktivniji od mene.

Šutimo obojica. On se prvi snašao.

"Jebem ti mater."

Na kraju se ispostavilo i da je jači, ali okej, sve ću preživjeti. Tako i ovo.
14.06.2018.

A što

Vi ne biste svi crkli?
Kritika, kultura, filozofija
14.06.2018.

Laž

Dolazim u grad, ona dolazi u grad. Volimo se

12.06.2018.

Do not go gentle into that good night

Do not go gentle into that good night.


Kako bolno.
11.06.2018.

Dobrodošli

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.


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