Sens de l'absence...More Like This
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libre flottement mêlé de sens de chute
pollen de neige parachuté
dérive insaisissable papillon
équilibriste des coeurs
courant qui magnétise
deux envies prendre
sous nos doigts
da te bar mogu probuditiDa se bar mogu probuditiMore Like This
u svijetu ljubavi
bez starih dugova
i ovih nakaza sto su me stalno pratile
Da te bar mogu poljubiti
bez losih sjecanja na hladna proljeca
bez slike stradanja
sto se bas na nas zalijepe
Jer moj je zivot igra bez granica
umorna prica, trganje stranica
na kojim nista ne pise
Jer moj je zivot vjecito padanje
kad zbrojim poraze nista ne ostane
samo jos vucem navike
i sve na tome ostane
Da te bar mogu probuditi
kavu ti skuhati, u krevet donijeti
pa te poljubiti
al' toga nema i ne postoji
Da se bar mogu zaljubiti
u malu seljanku na nekom proplanku
gore u svemiru
tako da dolje ne vidim
ceasefireI'm starting to hate the word.More Like This
In Ukraine it means we are standing, and they are shooting.
But we are good boys and we are not shooting back.
Then we loose a town, a city, a bit of territory.
Because we are good boys and girls, and our European friends want to give Putin one more chance.
I'm sending my love to my European friends. Does Frau Merkel understand that it's her responsibility, too - when she built her economy on cheap Russian gas, does she understand now that she shared a part of responsibility, too?
I'm sending my love to my American friends. Does President Obama understand that his "Reset Russia" was not the best thing to do - and what's more, it made him partly responsible, too?
Everybody wanted to give Putin one more chance, nice guys, pretty nice indeed.
He took the chance! He took one more town! A town of my country.
Let's give him one more chance?
(it's the third ceasefire to be precise)
(OK, if you are going to sign something with Putin, just don't do it.
It's really kinda surely not funny...It's 'funny', or not really, how people who say they have suffered from abuse, how people who have in fact been subjected to abuse be it emotional or physical, often, of course not always, end up repeating the pattern, by abusing others. It's not so funny how then the word 'abuse' is so freely used by them, attacking anyone that point out how these past-victims are behaving badly themselves. And it's not funny at all how these people have become blind to their own hands having turned cruel, they just cannot see how the tables have turned. You can even see this in political arena, whereby those who were subjected to crimes against humanity or genocide go on to carry on the cycle, a generation or two down the line.More Like This
It's funny, or not, how it seems so easy for people to forget their own pain as victims and cause tremendous pain to others, as it is funny, or not, how hard it seems for nations to learn from history and be the necessary break in the chain that only results i
Live Life, Be BraveSo the morning has once again brokenMore Like This
Into shattered pieces of a brand new day
And I’m trying to avoid asking myself
If I’m here and if I’m feeling okay
You see, yesterday I fractured my mind
Now today I am avoiding the cracks
That pave my path towards recovery
But one day I promise I’ll get back
‘You will get back to where exactly?’
With puzzled faces I hear my friends ask
To a point where I feel I am capable
Of completing simple every day tasks
That each one of you will take for granted
But are the fabric of my sanity
That I will weave into a blanket of hope
To shelter my mind from misery
Now the evening has once again arrived
Bright lights ask if I am here or there
So long as I am where I am loved
My reflection and I don’t really care
Because I know I am stronger than this
I am more than the intrusions my mind craves
A 'no entry' sign now greets them at my door
It’s time to just live life and be brave
quirks.when i was a child:More Like This
i loved to steal.
i would go around my neighborhood
and steal lawn ornaments.
at daycare, i would steal money
once, i stole my next door neighbor’s
when my parents confronted me,
the lie was smooth and solid:
i saw so-and-so take it.
when i was a child:
i loved to lie.
i would make up stories
to get reactions out of people.
to see if they’d believe me.
once, i convinced my friend charlotte
that i had twenty-four hours to live.
when she burst into tears,
i had to bite my tongue
to keep from laughing.
when i was a child:
i loved animals.
i would lock my dog in the closet
and in the bathroom.
a lot of my neighbors left birdcages out
during the day
so i set all of the birds free.
once, i imagined what it would be like
to kill an animal.
then, i imagined what it would be like
to run over it repeatedly
with a car
so i did it with my scooter
to a rose i found
because it was red
when i was a