MOJ GROB



U planini mrkoj nek mi bude hum,
Nad njim urlik vuka, crnih grana šum,

Ljeti vječan vihor, zimi visok snijeg,
Muku moje rake nedostupan bijeg.

Visoko nek stoji, ko oblak i tron,
Da ne dopre do njeg niskog tornja zvon,

Da ne dopre do njeg pokajnički glas,
Strah obraćenika, molitve za spas.

Neka šikne travom, uz trnovit grm,
Besput da je do njeg, neprobojan, strm.

Nitko da ne dođe, do prijatelj drag, -
I kada se vrati, nek poravna trag.

Ivan Goran Kovačić

Memories,
Light the corners of my mind
Misty water-colored memories
Of the way we were
Scattered pictures,
Of the smiles we left behind
Smiles we gave to one another
For the way we were
Can it be that it was all so simple then?
Or has time re-written every line?
If we had the chance to do it all again
Tell me, would we? Could we?
Mem'ries, may be beautiful and yet
What's too painful to remember
We simply choose to forget
So it's the laughter
We will remember
Whenever we remember...
The way we were...
The way we were...

jedna pjesma da poprati prizor koji sam uslikao dok smo Mali Tompson i ja putovali do ZG...

Mlačna noć; u selu lavež; kasan
Ćuk il netopir;
Ljubav cvijeća—miris jak i strasan
Slavi tajni pir.

Sitni cvrčak sjetno cvrči, jasan
Kao srebren vir;
Teške oči sklapaju se na san,
S neba rosi mir.

S mrkog tornja bat
Broji pospan sat,
Blaga svjetlost sipi sa visina;

Kroz samoću, muk,
Sve je tiši huk:
Željeznicu guta već daljina.

 

Žeđ

Kad smo vec kod Cohena...meni omiljena njegova, iako na tom albumu ima jos hitova (Dance me, Hallelujah), ali ova mi je nekako posebno draga...

How many times did you call me
And I knew it was late
I left everybody
But I never went straight
I don't claim to be guilty
But I do understand
There's a Law, there's an Arm, there's a Hand
There's a Law, there's an Arm, there's a Hand
Now my heart's like a blister
From doing what I do
If the moon has a sister
It's got to be you
I'm going to miss you forever
Tho' it's not what I planned
There's a Law, there's an Arm, there's a Hand
There's a Law, there's an Arm, there's a Hand

Now the deal has been dirty
Since dirty began
I'm not asking for mercy
Not from the man
You just don't ask for mercy
While you're still on the stand
There's a Law, there's an Arm, there's a Hand
There's a Law, there's an Arm, there's a Hand

I don't claim to be guilty
Guilty's too grand
There's a Law, there's an Arm, there's a Hand
There's a Law, there's an Arm, there's a Hand

That's all I can say, baby
That's all I can say
It wasn't for nothing
That they put me away
I fell with my angel
Down the chain of command
There's a Law, there's an Arm, there's a Hand
There's a Law, there's an Arm, there's a Hand
There's a Law, there's an Arm, there's a Hand

danas je 19.siječnja,dan kad je rođen (po meni) najveći pjesnik od kad je svijeta i ljudi;Edgar Allan Poe...a ne slučajno i 'moj rođendan' na ovom Forumu...U ime vječne slave velikog Edgara Allana evo i stihova zbog kojih sam ja zavolio poeziju.Ako ima takvih koje ne zaboli trbuh dok ovo čitaju-nek smjesta napuste ovaj sveti hram internet poezije!

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