pjesmica

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parara ram pam pam....:D

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plisanom medi veceras ...
ili slici iz novina......
ili nekoj tihoj patnji iz snova....

:DD
lalalala

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jednom...mozda.. :D

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tek tako...
:D

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na brzaka...prije neg odpeham :)
za danasnje sunceko vani :)

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u rano poslijepodne..
ajmo...muv jor ases :))

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uzivajte :)
dok ja starim :D

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bas se nekad pitam di su nestali takvi ljudeki....
:)

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nicim izazvana....:)

odvjetnika..
jel ima koji??
tuzit cu jedan trgovacki lanac za pokusaj ubojstva...
kupila sam sirovu krafnu!
oko pekmeza se nateze tijesto...
mislim da mi je lose :))

i dalje cmi cma...

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ko mi ovo otpjeva, njegova sam :P

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tak mi je...ni sim ni tam....
dan, oblacan....

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:)

cini li vam se ponekad, da vas sreca jednostavno nece i nece....
ma sto ucinili ili pokusali, ona vas uporno zaobilazi?
e tako vam se i ja osjecam zadnjih godina svog kratkog zivota :)
taman kad mislis evo malo sunceka i za mene...opet dode oluja...
u to ime jedna iz skolskih dana :

"Daffodils" (1804)
I WANDER'D lonely as a cloud


That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine


And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretch'd in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they


Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:
I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie


In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

By William Wordsworth (1770-1850).


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malo cagali :)
danas posto je kisno i cmoljavo...malo zivahnije :))

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idemo...
ajde malo mrdni guzu....:))