Kapi slomljenog neba

Slušam kapi kako se trkaju niz stakla
Odmaram dušu dok virim kroz oči, posmatrajući kišu kako hladi
moj dvadesetsosmi krug pakla
u koji bežim svake noći
na neka savršeno nesavršena mesta.
Zabrinjavajuća je moja sreća dok slomljeno nebo lije uz prasak.
Mozda jer kapi kiše odbijaju da budu tiše,
I za samo jedan časak naprave
više otkucaja nego prosečno srce za celi svoj vek.
I nebo je savršeno uskladjeno sa bojom moje misli o tebi,
koja tako mokra i tmurna ne moze da se odupre sebi
Pa pruža ruke kiši da je spasi od davljenja.
A ja, predana njoj, još uvek tražim kišu,
posmatrajući ovu liticu 
po kojoj šetam, da me makar još jednom oblije milina.
"...a noć je gluva, i sve od spolja guta tišina."...

Možda ćeš se vratiti

"Ne ruši sve mostove, možda ćeš se vratiti.

Nisi ptica ni leptir obalom što leti,
Kad nema mostova uzalud je čeznuti,
Uzalud je shvatiti, uzalud je hteti.
Ne ruši sve mostove, možda ćeš se vratiti.
Ostavi bar jedan most između srca i mene.
U samoći je lakše neshvaćeno shvatiti,
Mogle bi te nazad nagnati uspomene..." 

                                 - Ivo Andrić

-If you love something you let it go.
-Said a pussy, and pussies are repeating it since then.

Third-person singular

Have you ever thought about fall?
About the leaves, the fire, the smell of the air? Have you ever asked yourself why leaves is the first thing that pops up in your mind?
The brown, the falling.. over and over, the rotting.

Vi ste neponovljivo stvorenje, gospodine Grej

If you can't catch a wave then you're never gonna ride it

You can't come uninvited
Never gonna give in
never gonna give it up, no
You can't take me
I'm free...

A melody, a memory, or just one picture...

All I have is memories, memories and dreams
And all I have is complicating
And won't make the past leave me with no regrets

"At that moment, I swear we were infinite."

"All the dreams we held so close, seemed to all go up in smoke
I hate that sadness in your eyes..."

And everything I once knew disappears. Even dust. It bursts to air in huge dark clouds.
I cant. Control. Its not mine anymore. Its not mine for a long time, I suppose...
And they? They mustnt know.
Its like Im radioactive. Everything that comes close - falls apart. So what can I do? Do I have other choise?
All that's left are memories. They never fade away. My last vice. My final addiction.
The fall, the winter, the beauty that came and left with the cold that's long gone.
But, hey... another winter is here. I guess not as close as perefect as the last one, but.. at least it came. It has begun.
All the chill of the air, the warmth of the breath... the touch of the wind. Its, I dont know. It all feels lost. Like it belonged to the last winter only. And now She took it all away with her.
Melodies. Memories. And pictures. They remanin. They never go. They are the only ones that never go.

"But Angie, I still love you baby
Everywhere I look I see your eyes
There ain't a woman that comes close to you
Come on baby dry your eyes
But Angie, Angie
Ain't it good to be alive?

Angie, Angie, you can't say we never tried"

But I'm not the only one

- Sophia? Do you remember the last time we danced?
- Christmas Eve?
- No.. I mean really danced. With your heart carrying you around, not you feet.
- You're crazy..
- No ma'am. I'm just a dreamer.

When I find myself in times of trouble

Ne mogu. Ne želim. Neću da oprostim. I sve što sam sam već jednom oprostila sada neću da oprostim. Jer šta je zapravo prošlost? Ne postoji nešto tako. Ona nas čini onima što jesmo sada. Dakle ne postoji prošlost. Postoji samo sećanje. A sećanje je stvarno i živo dok god dah može da se probije preko usana...