btw,danas u Dead Poets Birtiji,dva dana prije otvaranja,predlažem da obilježimo 72. rođendan Leonarda Cohena (21.9.1934. u Montrealu)...eto,tematska večer,kud ćeš bolje od Leonarda ua početak?

 interesantna tema. procitao sam sve postove. stranicu sam tek primjetio. Zaboravili ste Cesarica i njegov Slap:

Tece, tece, tece jedan slap

sto u njemu znaci  moja mala kap

gle jedna duga u vodi se stvara

i sja i drsce u tisuce sara

taj san u srcu da bi mogao sjati

i moja kaplja pomaze ga tkati

 Nadzorni odbor udruge Mrtvih pjesnika i staf istoimenog Cafe-a:Captain(piano player),dida moj (dežurni nihilist #1),Catalanko (konobar),Odžačar (dežurni nihilist #2),Djembinjo (garderobijer-no gdje je nestao?),moja malenkost (barmen),??,provokator (baš to),...wild cardovi idu:The njemu,Milesu,Kauboju.No jacket required.Traži se još izbacivač i konobarica.

predlažem i prvu temu za početak Dead Poets Birtije-PRIJATELJSTVO,kakvo smo nekad imali,kakvo imamo danas,i gdje idu prijateljstva u budućnosti...gdje su nam najbolji prijatelji iz djetinjstva,iz škole,sa faksa,...koliko uopće vremena provodimo s prijateljima i tako...no strpimo se do subote...

 ma kakva elita među boemima,birtija je to...evo u znak pomirenja dida moj i ja zovemo i Macana i lorda Popartona iz grofovije Wide Hill...svi su dobrodošli na otvaranju...ALI:neću pulitiku u moju butigu!

od cohena meni najbolja Famous Blue Raincoat

Its four in the morning, the end of december
Im writing you now just to see if youre better
New york is cold, but I like where Im living
Theres music on clinton street all through the evening.

I hear that youre building your little house deep in the desert
Youre living for nothing now, I hope youre keeping some kind of record.

Yes, and jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Did you ever go clear?

Ah, the last time we saw you you looked so much older
Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder
Youd been to the station to meet every train
And you came home without lili marlene

And you treated my woman to a flake of your life
And when she came back she was nobodys wife.

Well I see you there with the rose in your teeth
One more thin gypsy thief
Well I see janes awake --

She sends her regards.
And what can I tell you my brother, my killer
What can I possibly say?
I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you
Im glad you stood in my way.

If you ever come by here, for jane or for me
Your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free.

kakva laganica

 (...)

looked through paper.

Makes you want to cry.

Nobody cares if the people

live or die.

And the dealer wants you thinking

That's it's either black or white.

Thanks G-d it's not that simple

in my Secret Life.

 

I bite my lip.

I buy what I'm told.

From the latest hit,

to the wisdom of old.

But I'm always alone.

And my heart is like ice.

And it's crowded and cold

In my Secret Life.

 Opa... ima nas... !!! Idemo, hrabro!!!

 

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