Coffee and Cigarettes

and true love waits in haunted attics. and true love lives on lollipops and crisps.

20.09.2018.

Punchdrunk Lovesick Singalong

Vrijeme teče neprestano, nemilosrdno, a ja i dalje ne znam kako se otrgnuti ovoj melankoliji.

20.08.2018.

Me, I figure as each breath goes by...

Danas sam ponovo razmišljala o svim onim razlozima zbog kojih sam pisala ovaj blog. Bilo bi apsurdno nastaviti gdje sam stala, ne mogu se pretvarati kao da se nije desilo sve ovo vrijeme između. Onda sam, iznenada, pomislila drugačije. Sve što me tada gonilo na pisanje više ne postoji. Ja sam, ipak, još uvijek tu. Čudno je čitati sebe iz ovolike vremenske udaljenosti, ali mi se čini da ipak nije nevažno. Zašto bi bilo apsurdno ako sam sve ovo vrijeme pisala sebi, budućoj, dalekoj, ali ipak neminovnoj, sebi u svima koji su možda ponekad svratili i osjetili nešto od onoga što sam morala reći. Još uvijek sam tu.


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Water is my eye
Most faithful mirror
Fearless on my breath

The Eternal
Procession moves on, the shouting is over,
praise to the glory of loved ones now gone.
Talking aloud as they sit round their tables,
scattering flowers washed down by the rain.

Stood by the gate at the foot of the garden,
watching them pass like clouds in the sky,
try to cry out in the heat of the moment,
possessed by a fury that burns from inside.

Cry like a child, though these years make me older,
with children my time is so wastefully spent,
a burden to keep, though their inner communion,
accept like a curse an unlucky deal.

Played by the gate at the foot of the garden,
my view stretches out from the fence to the wall,
no words could explain, no actions determine,
just watching the trees and the leaves as they fall.

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