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Na mestu gde jedinom Albatrosu je spomenik nema nikoga.
Kome trebaju njegovi krici a kao rode ta ptica ne donosi ništa.

Vlaga me ubija u humusu Hornosa a vetar jedini on hvata.

Moje kosti tu pocrneše samo a slepački štap bi ih pronašao slučajno.
Polugasto izronio, spotaknut, iz žutila poput tiranina modernog da proletim.

Toplota me znoji u prošlosti obala, peska i koktela iz slonovače.

Moja koža žudi povratku početku novoj ploči i mermeru zlatnih slova.
Kažu crveno mi lepo stoji kad pocrnim, još lepše tada kraljičin šešir žuti.

Dah voljene užareno čelo smiri samo kad nežno pirka u svog čoveka.

(večno traje to samo nekima, ostalo je samo dvojnik, kopija)




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  1. bud@ (avatar)
    Now Here is Something

    If winter colds ever knew
    The fire the strength you showed
    that much in me as in you,

    Every cry would bell,
    take us to the side, to
    the moon we don't know.

    I could tell stories,
    you would answer them,
    that easy and just as smitten,

    Next to a nothing you would never think
    neither resemble in your best dreams
    turning into ours; and theirs of all the glow,
    but our night without - if I could only fill
    like the next day and you resting at the sill,
    window over the promenade, a saints day silence,
    a hair lock? As the only one, to be taken into grave.

    From there you would have risen to say NO - to all this,
    it took a while and moments after all unleavened recoils,
    we observe each other NOW, both well relived and found.

    And we could say, we never made - real love.

    bud@ (05/08/06)
    Ažurirano 24.10.2011. u 08:12, autor: bud@
  2. bud@ (avatar)
    The Bird as Clock

    Sea sick, and
    some candle wax at dinner time,
    Love sick, or
    the presence makes fine tapestry?

    Something is inside,
    grasping heart
    pulling colon,

    making all worthwhile
    to operate,
    strokes and all strings
    the elements to life
    for a smile and flatter
    of your wings,
    as it sings, sinks

    into sweet dreams
    the was or would,

    the is and should.

    bud@ (19/06/06)
  3. bud@ (avatar)
    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mylo_Xyloto

    Interesantno, besplatan album na netu:
    http://www.coldplay.com/site.php

    Zadnja pesma nije losha.

    Ažurirano 24.10.2011. u 11:39, autor: bud@