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ovaj blog je nastao kao posljedica mog razmišljanja...o svijetu, životu, ljudima...i htjela sam to zapisati...da svi ljudi pročitaju moje misli...i da razmišljaju...da ih misli vode...
ovaj blog nije nikakav darkerski blog niti sam ja darkerica...da se razumijemo...
i nemojte vrijeđati ni pisati kakve gluposti po blogu...
hvala
evo jedne pjesme koja mi se jako sviđa...koja me ispunjuje nekom pozitivnom energijom...ima neku laganu, tihu muziku...i lijepe riječi
NELLY FURTADO
"All Good Things (Come To An End)"
Honestly what will become of me
don't like reality
It's way too clear to me
But really life is daily
We are what we don't see
Missed everything daydreaming
[Chorus:]
Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
come to an end come to an
Why do all good things come to end?
come to an end come to an
Why do all good things come to an end?
Traveling I only stop at exits
Wondering if I'll stay
Young and restless
Living this way I stress less
I want to pull away when the dream dies
The pain sets it and I don't cry
I only feel gravity and I wonder why
Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
come to an end come to an
Why do all good things come to end?
come to an end come to an
Why do all good things come to an end?
Well the dogs were whistling a new tune
Barking at the new moon
Hoping it would come soon so that they could
Dogs were whistling a new tune
Barking at the new moon
Hoping it would come soon so that they could
Die die die die die
Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
come to an end come to an
Why do all good things come to end?
come to an end come to an
Why do all good things come to an end?
Well the dogs were barking at a new moon
Whistling a new tune
Hoping it would come soon
And the sun was wondering if it should stay away for a day 'til the feeling went away
And the sky was falling on the clouds were dropping and
the rain forgot how to bring salvation
the dogs were barking at the new moon
Whistling a new tune
Hoping it would come soon so that they could die.
o meni:
*anonymous
*žensko
*plave oči koje gledaju u svijet pune sreće ali samo nekad
*crna kosa koju vjetar nosi svaki put kad prođe kraj mene
*život s kojim sam zadovoljna koji me inspirira
*ljubav..jedna i jedina...moj dragi..
*14 veličanstvenih godina sam proživjela ne shvačajući sve ljepote svijeta
*zauvijek u snovima...mislima
*uzimam sve što mi se nudi..proživljavam sve trenutke ovog života neke tužne neke sretna...živim...sretno
*volim ljude i sva živa bića...svi su oni dobili život...priliku za živjeti...zato im to nemojte uskračivati...
*volim vas*
Ciao, ljudi! ja sam se vratila...da puno toga se dogodilo od mojeg zadnjeg posta...dečko me ostavio i ostala sam potpuno sama i slomljena...izgubila sam svaku želju za životom...nisam imala volje ni za što...oprostite...sva vas i dalje volim
nemogu puno pisati...previše je toga na mom srcu ostalo, a uspomene me izjedaju...želim pobjeći daleko od sviju...
oprostite ljudi ne mogu više sada cu vam staviti slike...puno puno kissa
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žao mi je što vam se nisam tako dugo javljala...ali ovdje sam sada...
najprije bih se zahvalila mateji koja je preporučila moj blog...kiss
a sada molim da ova bloody girl više ne dolazi na moj blog ako želi vrijeđati mene i moj blog...a ako želiš vrijeđati barem reci tko si...
Wind chasing dreams in sand,
I`m dissapearing in this hopeless land,
so much to give,so much to shine,
I just want to release what`s mine,
You broke me,thorn me,
my wings cannot rise,
my eyes cannot see,
just the wind blowing so wise...
Rain drops sparkle a rainbow in you,
everyone`s uniqe,that`s the truth,
I`m just a spirit,carried by the sea,
I`m wild,love nature,I`m just free,
dancing to the songs of past,
spirits so long can`t last,
praying for the clouds to take me away,
like a fairy in the sun,here I still long to stay
već dugo vremena razmišljam o tome...to se ne odnosi na pojedinca ili na neke bezvezarije...odnosi se na sve ljude u svijetu...hoće li ikada biti ljudi kojih zauvijek prati sreća???Ili ćemo uvijek živjeti sa strahom dali će negdje izbiti rat, da li ćemo moći izbjeći nevolje koje nam dolaze?Nekada je postojao mir, nekada su se ljudi borili protiv rata, za mir...iako se danas broj ratova smanjio to ne znači da ih više nikada neće biti...nikada se nezna...toliko ljudi u svijetu umire, budimo sretni što nismo među njima...
ne kažem da su ljudi nesretni samo zbog rata...milijuni ljudi umiru od gladi, od loših uvjeta života...a toliko ljudi u svijetu ima koji su jako bogati, a ništa nedaju...a za sve ostale ljude ih nije briga...to je žalosno...
nekada su ljudi živjeli sretno, u miru...zašto ne možemo danas?zašto se ljudi brinu samo za sebe...razmislite, vi ste tužni zbog ljubavi i nekih ostalih gluposti, a ZAŠTO SU DJECA U AFRICI TUŽNA? ako pogledate njihove i svoje probleme znat ćete da ste pravi sretnik...što imate sretan život
živimo opet u miru...
GIVE PEACE A CHANCE!
(povećaj sliku)
story that i heard,
it can't be truth,
or this is real picture of life,
i never know,
that somebody can live like that...
going trought the life,
you never know,
if you will finish your life like him...
it's question,
does that child have parents,
did he eat something,
so weak,
so sad,
but he has to survive,
he's hoping,
that help will be soon there...
he's waintig and hoping...
but no one is there,
he has to walk,
alone,
so weak,
somewhere,
he don't know where to go...
he's waiting help,
his parents,
to take him and never let it go...never...
znam da sam napisala da mislim da je svijet lijep...ali on ima i lošu stranu
PEACE
Its dark, moon is on the top,
the only light you have...
no where to go...
no where to go...
you know you can't hide...
where ever you go, you can't hide away...
away from nosey looks...
maybe you can go...there is one place...
three of roses...dark, dead roses...
you are sitting there...finally alone...
your wings are heavy, weak...
you are holding bonehead...
and you think about dead...or about someone who is dead...
you are asking yourself: is there any life for me?
Yes, there is...
under the three of roses, under the moonlight...there is one life...
life...my fairy...
p.s. svima sretna nova godina...puuno sreće
there is always something, that catch your eye,
maybe you can touch the beauty of your dream,
then you will be happy,
just once you think,
just once...
maybe...life in a dream...is just more beautiful picture of real life...
but think! Sometimes real life suprise as better then any dream...
so live your life for that moments...
sjedim...sama...
u noći...
ispod mjesečine...
blistave...
gledam zvijezde...sjajne...
jesam li ja središte ovog svemira...ovog života...zašto sam ja JA?
