Ah we’re lonely, we’re romantic
and the cider’s laced with acid
and the Holy Spirit’s crying, „Where’s the beef?“
And the moon is swimming naked
and the summer night is fragrant
with a mighty expectation of relief So we struggle and we stagger down the snakes and up the ladder
to the tower where the blessed hours chime
and I swear it happened just like this:
a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
the Gates of Love they budged an inch
I can’t say much has happened since
but CLOSING TIME
khmhm… dopada mi se : )
jedino što sam očekivala čitav post o Koenu – jer – vredi : )))
zadovoljna¿
okačiću, ako odlučim da
pišem o muzici i ovde:)
ako ne odlučim tako, biće mnogo budalaština.
))
od tebe mogu da očekujem sve … samo ne budalaštine…
ih, a ljubavne pesme?
to ta lno sam netalentovana
ne izmišljavaj, nego davaj neku ljubavnu… staru, novu… ne biram
Lepa ti je ulica. Prošetala si Blogogradom, kako ti se dopada?
lepo je, novo,
možemo da napravimo da bude baš onako po meri:)
Baš to je generalna namera
)
Paaaaaaaaa, nije losa
))) Salim se, SUPER JE ! Pozz
o dobrodošla nesanice,
stara drugarice:)
The last refuge of the insomniac is a sense of superiority to the sleeping world. ( Leonard Cohen)
Welcome… nadam se da si se udobno smestila…
ta mi je jedna od najdražih..
Ah we’re lonely, we’re romantic
and the cider’s laced with acid
and the Holy Spirit’s crying, „Where’s the beef?“
And the moon is swimming naked
and the summer night is fragrant
with a mighty expectation of relief
So we struggle and we stagger
down the snakes and up the ladder
to the tower where the blessed hours chime
and I swear it happened just like this:
a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
the Gates of Love they budged an inch
I can’t say much has happened since
but CLOSING TIME
Najvažnije je da je toplo.
pozdrav
i da pada kiša:)
kod mene uvek pada kiša

Lepe su sve ulice:)
pa kad je lep grad

volim Koena, ali na ovu zimoću treba nešto da razmrda:)
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3-4J5j74VPw
Prijatno!
opa! ravel za razmrdavanje:)
tako je!