zapadni Texas kao sintagma za punicu i punca?
ugodni blagdani moj Rusty,...ja sam stalno pod nekim presingom i strasom u uredu i pitam se što mi sve to treba kad mi nekog kvalitetnog vremena za sebe samog ne preostaju minute, ili niti toliko...umor me svladao vjerojatno,kraj godine,...što li?
kako rekoh,Božić uopće ne osjećam,ni po čemu...misli su mi doslovce ovakve:
A winters day
In a deep and dark december;
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
Ive built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
Its laughter and its loving I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
Dont talk of love,
But Ive heard the words before;
Its sleeping in my memory.
I wont disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.
odoh malo čitati prije spavanja,...
good night you...
[uredio bojangles - 23. prosinca 2008. u 02:29]
Because of a few songs wherein I spoke of their mystery-women have been exceptionally kind to my old age