Reply With QuoteNemam pojma o cemu pricas (a cisto sumnjam da i ti znas), ali obozavam kad koristis filmske analogije :mrgreen:
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Stop,zamrzni Kadar, idemo jos jednom.Hvala
Uopste ne znam kako da postavim temu ali ajde da probamo.
prica je o dvoje ljudi koji se nadju izmedju vremena i prostora. skoro onako filmski,pod cudnim okolnostima,u jos cudnim prostorima.
jedno obecava brda i doline drugi se zaledi,preplasi, i s nevjericom slusa. onda ovaj drugi pocinje da se privikava i shvata sta se zapravo to medju njima desava(sto je prvi od starta znao),a na to ce onaj prvi da posustane.
faza sledeca: nadju se na pola. ovaj nevjerni toma pocinje da bjezi al ne od ovog drugog nego od samog sebe. Na sta ovaj prvi to shvati kao bjezanje od ljubavi. prodje neko vrijeme,dese se svakakve stvari, odalje se i oboje shvate sta je to medju njima.. i ajde, krene nekako, kad se konacno ovaj drugi dozove pameti i kaze ee zelim da se upustim u sve, prihvatam i" brda i doline". prvi kaze: stani, kraj , ne mogu.. ne smijem, nemam vise povjerenja,.. bolje da se prica ne nastavlja,prije nego opet pobjegnes,zaledis se.....
dakle prekinuti pricu prije nego joj date shansu da ista ozivi.
da li ste bili u nekim slicnim situacijama. dje prvo niste mogli da se opustite da shvatite sto vam partner zeli pruziti, i onda kad shvatite, partner kaze da je sve to previse, da se izgubila "car", i da je bolje da se prekine prije nego sto je pocelo.
sta uraditi u takvim situacijama?
zasto dolazi do ovih mimoilazenja?
pustiti da ostane na tome da tu nema vise sta da se trazi?
pokusavati i dalje da nesto od toga na svoju ruku uradite?
ubijediti da grijesi?
jer je cinjenica da je doslo do nesporazuma, i da su se situacije,rijeci,poruke pogresno protumacile, vi ste imali najbolju namjeru, koju je onaj drugi potpuno drugacije dozivio.
ili je to prosto ono: kasno marko na kosovo stize :lolblue:
ili su to prosto prave stvari koje se desavaju jednom i nikad vise u potpuno pogresno vrijeme, pogresnom filmu, sa vjerovatno pogresnim glumcima.
i svjestan si da nisi mozda nashao svoju polovinu do kraja al sve jedno pustas da te tako nesto pogodi.. i kad se sve to zavrsi , znas da te mozda niko nece poznavati tako kao on/ona, da ce se tesko ponovit da se cutanja ipak razumiju, da pogledi govore vise od rijeci.. da li su se zapravo obolje uplasili jedno od drugog,tj od samih sebe.
i stite drugog od sebe, jer ... veliki je rizik, jos veci ulozi...
iz 1 u X. ili iz X u 1?
:mrgreen:
oh darling who needs love?
Who needs a heaven up above?
Who needs the clouds, in the sky, not I
Oh darling who needs the rain?
Who needs somebody that can feel your pain?
Who needs the disappointment, of a telephone call, not I
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Cut! Rewind. Ready? And... action!
Nemam pojma o cemu pricas (a cisto sumnjam da i ti znas
I am the one who locks.
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:lolblue: hahaha ovo je neadaptirani textOriginally Posted by Interpol
Nemam pojma o cemu pricas (a cisto sumnjam da i ti znas
trazim nekog reditelja ko barata dobro s adaptacijom
moze ispasti dobra monodrama(apsurda)
ili Kraj prvog cina
hm ajde probaj da umontiras nekako
eb mu mater znas ..znam ja o cemu pricam ali je komplikovano da se smjesti u jednocinku-topick
oh darling who needs love?
Who needs a heaven up above?
Who needs the clouds, in the sky, not I
Oh darling who needs the rain?
Who needs somebody that can feel your pain?
Who needs the disappointment, of a telephone call, not I
Mali duh iz lampe...
Been there done that!
Ja je razumijem o cemu prica been there done that!
Pojavih se u tom filmu u ulozi nevjernog tome...pala je i situacija stani ne mogu,ne vjerujem,ne smijem ... i ja sam jednostavno nastavila dalje ... neko vrijeme sam presabirala vosjku sto bi rekli i jednostavno dosla do zakljucka da je vrijeme svemu tome staviti tacku...pa ce se naci dvoje pravih ljudi u pravo vrijeme na pravom mjestu.
Situacija dvoje mozda pravih ljudi,pogresno vrijeme,pogresno mjesto ima malo sanse da uspije ako ne postoji obostrana volja da se na tome poradi cim jedno ustukne ...stani i ti pa pusti ko zna sto vrijeme donese...
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to i ja kazem ako je tako onda stoj..
nema daj druze vojsku.. i onda rijeme ce pokazati ako to zaista vrijedi bice jos sansi. a ako je to bio samo kratki film boze moj zamijenice se glumci.
najgore u svemu je ta nedorecenost-nesporazum, ali mislim da ni to ne treba forsirati jer ako se dobije jos koja prilika i to ce se i cutanjem razrijesiti..
mislim da je to jedini pravi izlaz: ne luduj srce ne tuci tako ludo..
pusti barku neka plovi ,zdrao mornari i mirno more vam zelim:mrgreen:
oh darling who needs love?
Who needs a heaven up above?
Who needs the clouds, in the sky, not I
Oh darling who needs the rain?
Who needs somebody that can feel your pain?
Who needs the disappointment, of a telephone call, not I
Mali duh iz lampe...
Ja sam taj chun pustila niz rijeku pa dokle dogura,volim samo s vremena na vrijeme da pecnem dje boli ... jer na kraju krajeva bogatija sam za jedno cudno i korisno zivotno iskustvo a njemu je ostao problem koji sam sa sobom mora da rijesi...
Mada kad se takve stvari dese uvijek postoji neki N faktor koji je u proslosti aktivirao taj taster i odbrambeni mehanizam od toga da s nekim nesto gradis i da ti s nekim bude lijepo...pa strah da jednog dana nista od toga vise mozda nece postojati,i onda bjez jer si se vec predhodno opekao pa da vise to sebi ne smijes taj luxuz dozvoliti....
Sto kaze Colic ...kad ti jednom dusu slome ne vjerujes vise nikome....
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slazem sse s ovim, jer kad se covjek jednom opece bogami tesko da se opet vatri primice, samo se javlja u najvecim morama.
ma ne mislim ja cak necu ni talase da saljem, briga me, znam da je moja vazda zadnja, i sto biti mora bice, sto god da je slomit nece...
ne $ekiram se ja puno...
oh darling who needs love?
Who needs a heaven up above?
Who needs the clouds, in the sky, not I
Oh darling who needs the rain?
Who needs somebody that can feel your pain?
Who needs the disappointment, of a telephone call, not I
Mali duh iz lampe...
Al to je jednostavno tako,kad se neko cijelim srcem da,pa bude opecen to ne da je jarak nego ambis u dusi tog pojedinca i muka je preci preko tih rana i pruziti sansu nekom drugom da ti vida te rane i ponovo vrati vjeru u onaj ideal o ljubavi koji je imao do tada... zalud sve da mu ti pokusavas to dokazati dok on sam ne odluci da popusti i da se prepusti nema srece...slazem sse s ovim, jer kad se covjek jednom opece bogami tesko da se opet vatri primice, samo se javlja u najvecim morama.
ma ne mislim ja cak necu ni talase da saljem, briga me, znam da je moja vazda zadnja, i sto biti mora bice, sto god da je slomit nece...
ne $ekiram se ja puno...
jer ljubav nije ljubav ako se ne zivi...
btw nesto sto ti prije ne rekoh prvi put kad sam procitala naslov mislila sam da je nesto vezano za snimanje filmovaznas kog tipa...
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hahahAl to je jednostavno tako,kad se neko cijelim srcem da,pa bude opecen to ne da je jarak nego ambis u dusi tog pojedinca i muka je preci preko tih rana i pruziti sansu nekom drugom da ti vida te rane i ponovo vrati vjeru u onaj ideal o ljubavi koji je imao do tada... zalud sve da mu ti pokusavas to dokazati dok on sam ne odluci da popusti i da se prepusti nema srece...
jer ljubav nije ljubav ako se ne zivi...
btw nesto sto ti prije ne rekoh prvi put kad sam procitala naslov mislila sam da je nesto vezano za snimanje filmovaznas kog tipa
eee ne ubjedjujem ti ja nikog ni u sta.. prosto neka ljudi vjeruju u sta god oce... sloboda misljenja i izrazavanja kod mene ti je siroka demokratija
al cak i ovo kad ja nesh kod nekog slomim pa makar iz najbolje namjere ne zelim da potvrdjujem namjeru
oh darling who needs love?
Who needs a heaven up above?
Who needs the clouds, in the sky, not I
Oh darling who needs the rain?
Who needs somebody that can feel your pain?
Who needs the disappointment, of a telephone call, not I
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Vala , ako su za ljubav potrebne brda i doline, a ne pecina pored Morache,
i ako treba da koristim taktiku i mudrovanje,
nikakva SHTETA, shto je ljubav odnijela mutna Moracha u Adzove vrbe,
da tamo istrune.
Bogu velikome hvala,
shto se rodih u vrijeme, kad oko LJUBAVI, nije bilo previshe mudrovanja,
nego ili JES, ili NIJE,
skochish za ljubvav glavachke sa Vezirova mosta,
a ona zamnom da me spasi,
pa se OKROJIMO na PLOCHICE, i ovjerimo testament.
Ovo je radnja za FILM, ovih shto su rodjeni 1946, odmah poslije rata,
kad je freshke gene , donio TATA.
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Hmmm...odlicna tema! Za sada cu dati samo jedan citat koji se tice medjuljudskih odnosa opcenito i naravno ljubavnih, pa se vracam opsirnije kasnije
"Conditioning is what makes us feel ignorant, and our apathy feeds our hate."
"Uslovljavanje je ono sto nas odrzhava u neznanju, i nasa apatija samo hrani nase mrznje" .........
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Conditioning is what makes us feel ignorant, and our apathy feeds our hate.
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A vidji... manje-vise svi prolazimo kroz ovakve stvari, i situacije; sad bi ja mogao da razvuchem o chezhnji, o mimoilazhenjima, o neuzvracenosti; koliko tu odradjuje podsvijest svih nas, pa i ono nezrelo "zelim nesto sto ne mogu da imam"; projekcijama, pravim ili krivim osjecanjima, blablabla... Ali, koliko god mi to prevrtali, analizirali, trazili razloge, pitali se koliko je za sve kriva sudbina huda:mrgreen: - tesko da se iz citavog zanosa moze ista pametnije izvuci od - prostog sagledavanja realnog stanja stvari. I to je mozda sa jedne strane jako surovo, ali opet...
E da, strah, ulozi, bjezanje od osjecanja - mala teza: muskarac koji voli, a koji osjeca milion prepreka, se bori. I uvijek je tako - i kad jednom kazhe kraj, ne moze, ne ide i ne valja, to jeste tako, jer on vise ne osjeca ono ludilo koje je jednom osjecao. i zato bjezi, jer zna da ne moze da isprati osjecanja onog drugog. A zena... Zena koja voli, a vidi milion prepreka - ce i gusiti svoja osjecanja, i biti gruba, i patiti i zrtvovati sebe na milion nachina, i biti hladna iako daleko od toga da jeste, i bjezati na kraju... I kajati se posle svega, naravno
Tako da... jesu li sva ta mimoilazenja samo ono "nece nam se, nesto radi protiv nas", ili odraz sopstvenih strahova, podsvijesti ili cak mazohizma u fazonu "zelim da budem dio ovakve jedne price"; ili mozda nesto sasvim deseto - mozda krajnje nebitno. A uzasno boli, i opet daleko od toga da umijemo u ovakvim situacijama da odreagujemo na pravi nachin, sklonimo se, pustimo vrijeme da odradi najbolje. A mozda je najbolje vjerovati u ono "shto se krivo rodi, krivo i ostane", sa takvim stavom vise cijenis sebe, na kraju krajeva trazis neku pricu cistiju, neokrunjenu; pa onda posle barem znas za sta da se borish
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U prici nedostaju veoma bitni detalji koji se na odnose na period izmedju, u kojem se svasta desilo. Udaljavanje vjerovatno podrazumijeva i razlicita saznanja o tome drugome. Privlacnost se javila i postoji, ali to im nije dovoljno da bi se uspostavila veza. Takodje, pitanje je koga je sta privuklo? Da li izgled, licnost ili brda i doline? Prica podsjeca na klasicno muvanje u kojem tip obecava sve i svasta, a ona se necka iz ko zna kojih sve razloga, kalkulise, provjerava, testira, ispituje...
*O svemu je govorio, bio je u stanju da kaze sve, pa i najmucnije, sve se moglo reci, sve pokazati, o svemu pricati.*
(H. Hese, Sidarta)
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To shto nije OCHIGLEDNO DOBRO,
nikad nece biti BOLJE.
LJUBAV se vidi iz AVIONA.
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E, mda, podsjeti me naslov teme... Fino i lagano, salatica za subotnje popodne:)
One beautiful April morning, on a narrow side street in Tokyo's fashionable Harajuku neighborhood, I walk past the 100% perfect girl.
Tell you the truth, she's not that good-looking. She doesn't stand out in any way. Her clothes are nothing special. The back of her hair is still bent out of shape from sleep. She isn't young, either - must be near thirty, not even close to a "girl," properly speaking. But still, I know from fifty yards away: She's the 100% perfect girl for me. The moment I see her, there's a rumbling in my chest, and my mouth is dry as a desert.
Maybe you have your own favorite type of girl - one with slim ankles, say, or big eyes, or graceful fingers, or you're drawn for no good reason to girls who take their time with every meal. I have my own preferences, of course. Sometimes in a restaurant I'll catch myself staring at the girl at the table next to mine because I like the shape of her nose.
But no on can insist that his 100% perfect girl correspond to some preconceived type. Much as I like noses, I can't recall the shape of hers - or even if she had one. All I can remember for sure is that she was no great beauty. It's weird.
"Yesterday on the street I passed the 100% perfect girl," I tell someone.
"Yeah?" he says. "Good-looking?"
"Not really."
"Your favorite type, then?"
"I don't know. I can't seem to recall anything about her - the shape of her eyes or the size of her breasts."
"Strange."
"Yeah. Strange."
"So anyhow," he says, already bored, "what did you do? Talk to her? Follow her?"
"Nah. Just passed her on the street."
She's walking east to west, and I west to east. It's a really nice April morning.
Wish I could talk to her. Half an hour would be plenty: just ask her about herself, tell her about myself, and - what I'd really like to do - explain to her the complexities of fate that have led to our passing each other on a side street in Harajuku on a beautiful April morning in 1981. This was something sure to crammed full of warm secrets, like an antique clock built when peace filled the world.
After talking, we'd have lunch somewhere, maybe see a Woodie Allen movie, stop by a hotel bar for cocktails. With any kind of luck, we might end up in bed.
Potentiality knocks on the door of my heart.
Now the distance between us has narrowed to fifteen yards.
How can I approach her? What should I say?
"Good morning, miss. Do you think you could spare half an hour for a little conversation?"
Ridiculous. I'd sound like an insurance salesman.
"Pardon me, but would you happen to know if there is an all-night cleaners in the neighborhood?"
No, this is just as ridiculous. I'm not carrying any laundry, for one thing. Who's going to buy a line like that?
Maybe the simple truth would do. "Good morning. You are the 100% perfect girl for me."
No, she wouldn't believe it. Or even if she did, she might not want to talk to me. Sorry, she could say, I might be the 100% perfect girl for you, but you're not the 100% perfect boy for me. It could happen. And if I found myself in that situation, I'd probably go to pieces. I'd never recover from the shock. I'm thirty-two, and that's what growing older is all about.
We pass in front of a flower shop. A small, warm air mass touches my skin. The asphalt is damp, and I catch the scent of roses. I can't bring myself to speak to her. She wears a white sweater, and in her right hand she holds a crisp white envelope lacking only a stamp. So: She's written somebody a letter, maybe spent the whole night writing, to judge from the sleepy look in her eyes. The envelope could contain every secret she's ever had.
I take a few more strides and turn: She's lost in the crowd.
Now, of course, I know exactly what I should have said to her. It would have been a long speech, though, far too long for me to have delivered it properly. The ideas I come up with are never very practical.
Oh well. It would have started "Once upon a time" and ended "A sad story, don't you think?"
Once upon a time, there lived a boy and a girl. The boy was eighteen and the girl sixteen. He was not unusually handsome, and she not especially beautiful. They were just an ordinary lonely boy and an ordinary lonely girl, like all the others. But they believed with their whole hearts that somewhere in the world there lived the 100% perfect boy and the 100% perfect girl for them. Yes, they believed in a miracle. And that miracle actually happened.
One day, the two came upon each other on the corner of a street.
"This is amazing," he said. "I've been looking for you all my life. You may not believe this, but you are the 100% perfect girl for me."
"And you," she said to him, "are the 100% perfect boy for me, exactly as I'd pictured you in every detail. It's like a dream."
They sat on a park bench, held hands, and told each other their stories hour after hour. They were not lonely anymore. They had found and been found by their 100% perfect other. What a wonderful thing it is to find and be found by your 100% perfect other. It's a miracle, a cosmic miracle.
As they sat and talked, however, a tiny, tiny sliver of a doubt took root in their hearts: Was it really all right for one's dreams to come true so easily?
And so, when there came a momentary lull in their conversation, the boy said to the girl, "Let's test ourselves - just once. If we really are each other's 100% perfect lovers, then sometime, somewhere, we will meet again without fail. And when that happens, and we know that we are the 100% perfect ones, we'll marry then and there. What do you think?"
"Yes," she said, "that is exactly what we should do."
And so they parted, she to the east, and he to the west.
The test they had agreed on, however, was utterly unnecessary. They should have never undertaken it, because they really and truly were each other's 100% perfect lovers, and it was a miracle that they had ever met. But it was impossible for them to know this, young as they were. The cold, indifferent waves of fate proceeded to toss them unmercifully.
One winter, both the boy and the girl came down with the season's terrible influenza, and after drifting for weeks between life and death they lost all memory of their earlier years. Their heads were as empty as the young D. H. Lawrence's piggy bank.
They were two bright, determined young people, however, and through their unremitting efforts they were able to acquire once again the knowledge and feeling that qualified them to return as full-fledged members of society. Heaven be praised, they became truly upstanding citizens who knew how to transfer from one subway line to another, who were fully capable of sending a special-delivery letter at the post office. Indeed, they even experienced love again, sometimes as much as 75% or even 85% love.
Time passed with shocking swiftness, and soon the boy was thirty-two, the girl thirty.
One beautiful April morning, in search of a cup of coffee to start the day, the boy was walking from west to east, while the girl, intending to send a special-delivery letter, was walking east to west, both along the same narrow street in the Harujuku neighborhood of Tokyo. They passed each other in the very center of the street. The faintest gleam of their lost memories glimmered for the briefest moment in their hearts. Each felt a rumbling in the chest. And they knew:
She is the 100% perfect girl for me.
He is the 100% perfect boy for me.
But the glow of their lost memories was far too weak, and their thoughts no longer had the clarity of fourteen years earlier. Without a word, they passed each other, disappearing into the crowd. Forever.
A sad story, don't you think?
Yes, that's it, that is what I should have said to her.
Just to slip the skin...
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Iz vedra neba pa u rebra
"Ja umijem u svakom novembru da napravim jun:)..."
Mali duh iz lampe...
Cvjetak zanovetak slatkisu formuski jel se meni cini ili ti to kroz ovaj film prolazis pa ga ovako sroci na brzaka a ovako jasan? a-a priznaj
to je jedna varijanta a druga je ona sto ja navedoh predhodno iskustvo koje ga je /ju je dokrajcilo ....
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Sta uraditi?!Nista...Pomiriti se sa time da ste vas dvoje dva pogresna glumca u pogresnom filmu...Pokusavati i ubjedjivati vrijedi samo toliko da ti jednog dana sav tvoj trud da ljubav u koju vjerujes spasis bude samo podsjecanje na to koliko se samo druga strana malo trudila,koliko je samo malo dala...I to nije sve...Najgore od svega je sto ces dugo jos u tisini i samoci vjerovati da te niko bolje nije znao,niti da si ti ikog bolje znala...Ali da li je zaista tako?!Slobodnu kartu natrag u necije srce ne mozes da udjelis onda kad je za to preskasno,onda kad je ono vec polomljeno...Pa cak i bilo ne namjerno...
Ovakav film nikad nema happy end...
"Tiha voda brijeg roni..."
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Naravno, mozda jako surovo i bolno zvuci - ali istovremeno jako istinito i precizno.
Just to slip the skin...
Mali duh iz lampe...
Artemis je u potpunosti u pravu tako da fino batalis svu tu pricu...
I onda prodje neko vrijeme,svak svoju stazu taba...i jednog jutra ti se probudis sretna i zadovoljna jer si nasla svoje mjesto i jos topliji i njezniji zagrljaj i covjeka koji umije i ne boji se da te voli... i onda sretnes njega na ulici,u ocima mu vidis sjetu i tugu jer te je ispustio i propustio sansu da s tobom gradi svoj sretni dom,vidis kajanje vidis zelju koja nije vise ni truncicu obostrana .... i samo produzis ulicicom dalje s pomislju nase vrijeme je proslo... i navuces osmijeh na lice jer si jednom davno donijela pravu odluku
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Hm, nije ni u tome fazon vikky - praviti jednog dana racunicu - "ja sam vise dobio/la jer sam izasao/la na vrijeme iz toga, sad vidim da je kasno shvatio sta je mogao/la imati, ali dzaba mu je"... Ma nema pobjednika, nema porazenih, jednostavno ides dalje, trazis za sebe nesto fino i chisto, i to je to.
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To je to...
"Tiha voda brijeg roni..."
Mali duh iz lampe...
Ja se nocas igram s krajem ovog filma svjesna sam i ja da ne ide to tako... al bolje vrijeme "gubiti" ne nesto drugo i nekog drugog ko je spreman da ljubav zivi a ne je/ga treba tjerati da pronadje nacin da se opet prepusti...Kao sto je Artemis iznijela jednu varijantu u kojoj je nevjerni toma novog nevjernog tomu pokusavao da uvjeri da to moze da funkcionise i dao sve od sebe u toj vezi... tako sam ja razvila film na varijantu stavi na tu osobu tacku tu i idi dalje i nek te voli neko sretniji... kazem ti samo se igram sa krajem price ne uzimaj za zlo
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Da upravo to,od srece koja je tu nemas ni najmanju zelju da okreces stranice nazad i zadovoljna si sobom zbog prave odluke i zbog toga sto si bila hrabra da rizikujes i sto se rizik isplatio...To je to...
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Zahvalite Bogu, shto se u mene nijeste zaljubile.
Prvo bih VAS poveo u Brskut kao onu moju bivshu Danjkinu sa dvoje djece,
da muze krave, a ja na teren od Ulcinja do Porecha, pa me cheka za vikend , ka OZEBLI SUNCE, u onu VUKOJEBINU.
IM - Old Bone
Tamo đe nas čekaš, okupićemo se opet i nastaviti đe smo stali...ZBogom prijatelju...
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