понедељак, 06. јун 2011.

четвртак, 02. јун 2011.

среда, 01. јун 2011.

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среда, 18. мај 2011.


понедељак, 28. март 2011.

недеља, 27. март 2011.

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недеља, 13. март 2011.

6 feet above

четвртак, 10. март 2011.

уторак, 01. март 2011.


недеља, 20. фебруар 2011.

it’s like I’m falling out of bed from a long, weary dream.

slight of hand
jump off the end
into a clear lake
no one around
just dragonflies fantasized
no one gets hurt
you’ve done nothing wrong
slide your hand
jump off the end
the water’s clear
and innocent
the water’s clear
and innocent.


last year troubles

I'm coming home
I'm coming home
To make it all right
So dry your eyes

ljubav je

I will shape myself into your pocket
Invisible
Do what you want
Do what you want
I will sink and I will disappear
I will slip into the groove
You cut me up, you cut me up

There’s an empty space inside my heart
Where the weeds take root
And now I’ll set you free
I’ll set you free
There’s an empty space inside my heart
Where the weeds take root
Tonight I’ll set you free
I’ll set you free

Slowly we unfurl
As lotus flowers
‘Cause all I want is the moon upon a stick
Just to see what is
Just to see what is
I can’t kick your habit
Just to fill your fast-ballooning head
Listen to your heart
We were shaking and be quiet as mice
While the cat is away

Do what we want
Do what we want

There’s an empty space inside my heart
Where the roots take place
So now I’ll set you free
I’ll set you free
‘Cause all I want is the moon upon a stick
Just to see what if
Just to see what is

Bluebirds float into my room
Slowly we unfurl
As lotus flowers
‘Cause all I want is the moon upon a stick
I dance around the pit
The darkness is beneath
I can’t kick your habit
Just to fill your fast-ballooning head
Listen to your heart.



i okej sam.

среда, 22. децембар 2010.

mehanički balet



hang the dj.

среда, 08. децембар 2010.

понедељак, 06. децембар 2010.

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"Ovo je teško, Votsone", rekao sam obrativši se pepeljari na stolu. Naravno, pepeljara ništa nije odgovorila. Pepeljara je pametna i nastoji da se nikako ne meša u ovakve stvari. I pepeljara, i šolja za kafu, i posuda sa šećerom, i račun, svi su pametni. Niko mi ne odgovara. Prave se da ne čuju. Budala sam samo ja. Uvek se mešam u čudne stvari. I to me uvek iscrpi.

H.M.