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*Ja u GSP-u dok posmatram devojku (20) savršenih crta lica, savršenog belog tena, tela zategnutog ko praćka, sve to dok mi u glavi odzvanja sledeće -

“Above all, do not lie to yourself. A man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point where he does not discern any truth either in himself or anywhere around him, and thus falls into disrespect towards himself and others. Not respecting anyone, he ceases to love, and having no love, he gives himself up to passions and coarse pleasures, in order to occupy and amuse himself, and in his vices reaches complete bestiality, and it all comes from lying continually to others and to himself."

 

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a samo je trebalo da joj sapne: I wanna buy you a coffee.

 

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There are things that never change
And we are not one of them my dear,
Trouble with our love is here


The trouble with our love is around
When you can't look me in the eye,and lie
When you run so far away,
That you forget where to go back ...


Now,you are what you never want to be,
Go ahead, blame me ...


There are things that never change
Now we are two strangers with a past
And a future, that ain't gon'a last
And that is a trouble with our love,


Last night we saw things like we never did,
We both went our way, and hid ...



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Frankie...

You were always interested
in politics and history.

I remember you talking about Hitler
back in '33.

- Yeah, I still read a lot.
I get good stuff in there.

You were around the old-timers, who
built the organisation of the families,

basing them on the old Roman legions,
with "regimes", "capos" and "soldiers".

- And it worked.
- Yeah, it worked.

Those were the great old days,
you know.

- We was like the Roman Empire.

The Corleone family
was like the Roman Empire.

Yeah...

...it was once.

Frankie...

When a plot against
the Emperor failed...

...the plotters were always
given a chance...

...to let their families keep their fortunes.
Right?

- Only the rich guys.

The little guys got knocked off and all
their estates went to the Emperors.

Unless they went home and killed
themselves, then nothing happened.

And their families were taken care of.

That was a good break, a nice deal.

Yeah.

They went home...

...and sat in a hot bath...

...opened up their veins...

...and bled to death.

And sometimes they had a little party
before they did it.


- Don't worry about anything,
Frankie Five-Angels.

Thanks, Tom. Thanks.

- See you, Tom.
- Addio, Frankie.