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lijepo

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sometimes you go la di da di da di da da
til your eyes roll back into your head

to nisu pjesnici. je li ti znaš ko i šta je pjesnik uopšte? ono, kad napiše neko brdašce pjesama, poezije, pa se to izda na papiru, u mekom ili tvrdom povezu pa se to zove knjiga.

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'We must learn to live together as brothers or perish together as fools' - Martin Luther King, Jr

"Born to Lose, Out to Lunch" - Ian Fraiser Kilmister

Viva la Muerte!

„Nisam ništa.
Nikad neću biti ništa.
Ne mogu želeti da budem ništa.
Ako se to izuzme, imam u sebi sve snove sveta.“

iz poeme Trafika

FERNANDO PESOA
Pessoa, Fernando (1888-1935), portugalski pesnik

jedan i jedini.

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'We must learn to live together as brothers or perish together as fools' - Martin Luther King, Jr

"Born to Lose, Out to Lunch" - Ian Fraiser Kilmister

Viva la Muerte!

....Kad bih se mogao smejati,smejati,smejati neobuzdano,
Smejati kao prolivena casa,
Potpuno lud jedino od osecanja,
Potpuno slomljen od sudaranja sa stvarima,
Ranjenih usta od ugrizanja stvari,
Krvavih noktiju od hvatanja za stvari,
A posle mi dajte celiju koju vam drago jer cu se secati zivota......


Proticanje sati

FERNANDO PESOA
Pessoa, Fernando (1888-1935), portugalski pesnik

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'We must learn to live together as brothers or perish together as fools' - Martin Luther King, Jr

"Born to Lose, Out to Lunch" - Ian Fraiser Kilmister

Viva la Muerte!

How many masks wear we, and undermasks,
Upon our countenance of soul, and when,
If for self-sport the soul itself unmasks,
Knows it the last mask off and the face plain?
The true mask feels no inside to the mask
But looks out of the mask by co-masked eyes.
Whatever conciousness begins the task
The task's accepted use to sleepness ties.
Like a child frighted by its mirrored faces,
Our souls, that children are, being thought-losing,
Foist otherness upon their seen grimaces
And get a whole world on their forgot causing;
And, when a thought would unmask our soul's mask

FERNANDO PESOA
Pessoa, Fernando (1888-1935), portugalski pesnik

čovjek sa brojnim heteronimima. F.P. Alberto Caeiro, Álvaro de Campos, Ricardo Reis. o ovom potonjem je saramago napisao knjigu.

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'We must learn to live together as brothers or perish together as fools' - Martin Luther King, Jr

"Born to Lose, Out to Lunch" - Ian Fraiser Kilmister

Viva la Muerte!

i od mene neshto...

Radnici koji nikada nisu videli more
Kad je sretnu misle da je dan lepši no inace
Ta žena taj gigant, ta država u državi
Kad sam je prvi put video rekao sam:
"Eto kako treba da izgleda prestonica jedne zemlje
Koja ostaje bez svetla kad ona sklopi oci."
Jedina nevina žena koja rađa decu
Ta djevuška visoka kao podzemna železnica
I lepa kao da uopšte ne postoji.
Njenu sobu su razneli mirisi.
Ona se šminkala i cešljala
I to je sve što je uradila za poeziju.
Zakleo sam se da cu prećutati njenu prošlost
Jer ja sam rođen sa mnogo više prljavština
No što ih je ona imala u životu.
Već nema u srpskom jeziku reci na koje se mogu osloniti
Sa kojima bih poredio njene oči i onda mirno spavao
Ima jedna zemlja velika kao njena trepavica
Ta neosvojiva Rusija koju je ipak lakše osvojiti.
Od njenog poljupca koji mi je poslala telefonom
Zapalilo mi se uvo na pošti jednoga drugoga grada
To famozno to zeleno to gorko uvo
Koje je dugo stajalo kao antena na jednoj radio-stanici.
Otkidao sam ga i duboko u zemlju zakopavao
Ali nije prestalo da me poziva na telefon
Svojom telepatskom azbukom svojim visećim mostovima.
Na mome srcu kao na gramofonskoj ploči
Snimila je sve što je rekla u životu
Njene korake, njen smeh i njen kašalj
Njena duga šaputanja sa ljudima koje ne poznajem.
Gradove u kojima živimo vezuju naša pisma.
Ja ne znam za drugo nebo sem njenog kišobrana.
Kad me ona voli ne znam od čega živim
Ne jedem, zaboravljam da dišem i vrlo često umirem.
Visoko u nebu setim se da ne umem leteti
Prođem glavom kroz zid i vidim da sam pogrešio
Tad zviznem nogom mesec iznad grada
I trčeći obilazim mesto gde ćemo imati
sastanak za nekoliko dana.
Njen najgori cak gutac ljubavnog plamena
sa injem u ušima
Tumacim svojoj krvi njeno preteško gradivo.
Pun otpadaka kao golfska struja
Silazim niz stepenice u zemlju
I jedini ne znam za svoju tragediju
Taj svirepi podtekst naše ljubavi.
O suzo na jastuku
Uspomeno na pilota koji nikada nije sleteo
Izgubljen u vazduhu.

najljepsha.

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sometimes you go la di da di da di da da
til your eyes roll back into your head

Iz mog sela vidim sve što se sa zemlje može videti od Vasione...
Zato je moje selo veliko kao bilo koje drugo mesto,
Jer ja sam po meri onoga što vidim
A ne po meri svoje visine.

Pesoa

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'We must learn to live together as brothers or perish together as fools' - Martin Luther King, Jr

"Born to Lose, Out to Lunch" - Ian Fraiser Kilmister

Viva la Muerte!

Ne znam što se ljutiš, pitala si šta znači 'pošten pjesnik'.

Sad vidim da nisam autora naveo - V. Popa. Pošteni.

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A ja zebem od mnogo mišljenja...

ej leona, evo ti malo zapadnog smeća. ako umiješ, pročitaj, pa mi reci šta misliš. još ako je neko gledo film ...

HURRICANE
(Music by Bob Dylan, Words by Bob Dylan and Jacques Levy)
1975 Ram's Horn Music

Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall.
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood,
Cries out, "My God, they killed them all!"
Here comes the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously.
"I didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his hands
"I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand.
I saw them leavin'," he says, and he stops
"One of us had better call up the cops."
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey night.

Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around.
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that.
In Paterson that's just the way things go.
If you're black you might as well not show up on the street
'Less you wanna draw the heat.

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops.
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates."
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head.
Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead"
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the guilty men.

Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in,
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!"
Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Four months later, the ghettos are in flame,
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame.
"Remember that murder that happened in a bar?"
"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"
"You think you'd like to play ball with the law?"
"Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?"
"Don't forget that you are white."

Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure."
Cops said, "A poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello
Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.
You'll be doin' society a favor.
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver.
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no Gentleman Jim."

Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much.
It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail.
But then they took him to the jail house
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.

All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger.
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger.
And though they could not produce the gun,
The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed.

Rubin Carter was falsely tried.
The crime was murder "one," guess who testified?
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's hand?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a game.

Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell.
That's the story of the Hurricane,
But it won't be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he's done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

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'We must learn to live together as brothers or perish together as fools' - Martin Luther King, Jr

"Born to Lose, Out to Lunch" - Ian Fraiser Kilmister

Viva la Muerte!

LEGENDA...I Sting isto!!!

Evo nesto od Desanke :


Sreca

Ne merim vise vreme na sate,
ni po suncevom vrelom hodu;
dan mi je kad njegove se oci vrate,
a noc kad ponovo od mene odu.

Ne merim srecu smehom, ni time
da li je ceznja moja od njegove jaca;
sreca je meni kad bolno cutim s njime,
i kad nam srca biju ritmom placa.

Nije mi zao sto ce zivota vode
odneti i kaplju moga zivljenja;
sad neka mladost i sve neka ode;
on je zadivljen stao kraj mene.
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I da ne zaboravim...tema je zakon.

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A vidis. Ja kad sam otvarala ovu temu, ja sam vise mislila na 'tekstove' pjesama, ne poezije. Pjesame koje neko pjeva. I mislila sam da ce ljudi skontati. Ali ok, ako hocete da stavite i poezije, nemam nista protiv. Mada mislim da za poeziju ima posebna tema na pf "Opste teme".

A ti si odma poceo govoriti o 'postenim pjesnicima' i 'postenim tekstovima'. Za mene je svaki lijep i iskren tekst 'posten'.

I tema nije "Tekstovi od pjesnika" nego Tekstovi (pjesama) uopste. Svejedno ko ga je napisao.

A ako se ne mozemo dogovoriti kao ljudi, onda neka Vader zakljuca temu.

Ko se ljuti? Ja se nikad ne ljutim. Pricam kao normalan covjek.

Jeeste. I ja. Bacim pokoju stolicu tu i tamo.

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sometimes you go la di da di da di da da
til your eyes roll back into your head

Ево малог доприноса и од мене...


SUNCANI HRISTOS

Ni zivot ni smrt ne pripada meni
Ja sam tek onaj koji je u sjeni
Onog što u vremenu se
Ovremeni

Ovdje je prisutan onaj
Kome zavidješe crni zakinici
Objesiše ga u šesti cas onog dana
Pred njegovim cudom zanijemiše zreci i
vojnici
Kad veza ih za zemlju suncem svoga krsta
Raširivši ruke od prsta do prsta
On pobijedi
Smrt

Smrt ga trazaše al ne nadje ništa
Ne nadje ni meso ni kosti ni krvi
Osta joj samo obris znameni i prvi
Put za nešto smrt zube nije imala
Gle kako sad bezglavo skace
Place i rida ocajna
I mala

Ni zivot ni smrt ne pripada meni
Ja sam samo onaj koji je u sjeni
Onog sto mu smrt ne mogaše ništa
Onog što pretoci se u stub
Suncani

Ja sam samo onaj što iz svoje jeseni
Iz zatoka tvari iz te tvarne muke
U ona daleka suncana pocivališta
Pruza Ruke

Мак Диздар

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Cause I'm tired of this scenes...

Gipsy song

Šutka i Topana imaat edna maana što ne se vo Indija
Za da vidi Krišna što e toa život na vesela dolina
Jas sum šetal, jas sum bil na zapad, duri do Germanija
Za da najdam parče leb za mene i za mojata familija

E da imam ko što nemam pa da kupam bel konj i da javam denje nokje i na jave, i na jave i na son

Sekoj od nas ima svoja dzvezda što go prati dur e živ koga sveti jako čovek ima srekja koga gasne -sudbina

E da imam ko što nemam pa da kupam bel konj i da javam denje nokje, i na jave, i na jave i na son
E da imam ko što nemam kje ti kupam krevet za da spieš ti so mene iljada i, iljada i edna nokj...


Vlatko Stefanovski

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"Your dad always said that one day Del Boy would reach the top. Then again, he always said Millwall would win the cup."

moju malu medju noge janje a u mene noz'na za klanje.....


narodna

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Tretira ih kao plen, kao slabiji pol I upravo zato ga žene vole.
Imajte na umu: ne zna šta je ”predigra”
Idealan sex: brz I divalj, gde sve puca od strasti, halteri, rajsferšlusi, majice…

kaže narod ne laže valjda

Zaboravio sam jutros pesmu jednu ja,
Pesmu jednu u snu sto sam svu noc slusao:
Da je cujem uzalud sam danas kusao,
Kao da je pesma bila sreca moja sva.
Zaboravio sam jutros pesmu jednu ja.

U snu svome nisam znao za budjenja moc,
I da zemlji treba sunca, jutra i zore;
Da u danu gube zvezde bele odore;
Bledi mesec da se krece u umrlu noc.
U snu svome nisam znao za budjenja moc.

Ja sad jedva mogu znati da imadoh san,
I u njemu oci neke, nebo necije,
Neko lice, ne znam kakvo, mozda decije,
Staru pesmu, stare zvezde, neki stari dan.
Ja sad jedva mogu znati da imadoh san.

Ne secam se niceg vise, ni ociju tih:
Kao da je san mi ceo bio od pene,
Il' te oci da su moja dusa van mene,
Ni arije, ni sveg drugog, sto ja nocas snih;
Ne secam se niceg vise, ni ociju tih.

Ali slutim, a slutiti jos znam.
Ja sad slutim za te oci, da su bas one,
Sto me cudno po zivotu vode i gone:
U snu dodju, da me vide, sta li radim sam.
Ali slutim, a slutiti jos jedino znam.

Da me vide dodju oci, i ja vidim tad
I te oci, i tu ljubav, i taj put srece;
Njene oci, njeno lice, njeno prolece
U snu vidim, ali ne znam, sto ne vidim sad.
Da me vide, dodju oci, i ja vidim tad.

Njenu glavu s krunom kose i u kosi cvet,
I njen pogled sto me gleda kao iz cveca,
Sto me gleda, sto mi kaze, da me oseca,
Sto mi brizno pruza odmor i neznosti svet,
Njenu glavu s krunom kose i u kosi cvet.

Ja sad nemam svoju dragu, i njen ne znam glas;
Ne znam mesto na kom zivi ili pociva;
Ne znam zasto nju i san mi java pokriva;
Mozda spava, i grob tuzno neguje joj stas.
Ja sad nemam svoju dragu, i njen ne znam glas.

Mozda spava sa ocima izvan svakog zla,
Izvan stvari, iluzija, izvan zivota,
I s njom spava, nevidjena, njena lepota;
Mozda zivi i doci ce posle ovog sna.
Mozda spava sa ocima izvan svakog zla.

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Pero volim te!!!! A Tamnica???

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Đuro je divan.