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Rebloguj ovo da ti se u sljedecih par dana desi neocekivana sreca.
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da okušamo
nista ne kosta
vrijedi probati :)
Ma i ti
Ajde, trebaš mi. Hvala.
I ti se mene poželjela, nećemo se lagati 😏
hajde hajde
godinama sam se trudila
da ti prekrijem tragove
da zaboravim miris tvoje kože
da naučim da volim svetlije oči od tvojih
godinama kretala
i vraćala se
vrtela se u krug
iznova polazila od nule
a zapravo je samo trebalo otići
negde gde te niko ne zna
gde nikoga nemaš
gde je sve bučno
i užurbano
i zbijeno
negde gde ti gužva ne ostavlja prostora za nostalgiju
negde gde košava briše svaki trag prošlih dana
negde gde skrivene krošnje u svitanje ne liče na tebe
trebalo je samo pobeći od ulica u kojima si me nosio na rukama
a takvih je u našem gradu pregršt
i doći ovde u neku Takovsku
u neki Bulevar kralja Aleksandra
ili Skenderbegovu
gde nema tvojih prozora
gde nema tvojih drugova
gde nema nijednog sećanja na tebe
i odjednom pesme na radiju ne vuku za sobom šest tona tešku setu
i odjednom vetar na Kališu ne vrišti svoje prevelike snove
koji su te odveli od mene odjednom
Skadarlijom ne teče vino u ime naše prolivene sreće
vidiš kako je lako bilo zaboraviti te
samo je trebalo prevaliti silne kilometre
vraćajući se od tebe sebi
zoveš me
kažeš pijan si
a glas ti nisam čula mesecima
kažeš
gotovo drhtavim
jedva razumljivim glasom
/tebe niko nikad zamenio nije
niti će ikad/
i prekidaš tek tako
nenajavljeno
kao i sam poziv
puštaš me da sama udišem pepeo nekadašnje ljubavi
koja je sagorela do temelja
puštaš me da se sama borim sa uspomenama
ti sebični
pijani skote
Lazes,
Kada lutas
Uvek te nadjem na istom mestu
A ja nisam bezao
Zato se nismo sreli.
Znam koga pamtis
Dok ostale brojis
2017 better be nice to my mom
2018 better be nice to my mom
2019 better be nice to my mom
2020 better be nice to my mom
2021 better be nice to my mom
“He’d never cared much for strawberries, but that summer her lips were so stained with the juices that they were all he tasted. And he’d never had a favourite fruit, but two years later, a new girl is sat in front of him, laughing at his jokes. “If you could only eat one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be?” She asks playfully. And he remembers how her hands traced the veins in his neck and made their way across his chest. He remembers her soft breathing and limbs draped across his shoulders. “Strawberries.” He tells her. “I could live a life on nothing but strawberries.””
— S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #54 -“Strawberries” (via blossomfully)
“There she was, at 4am, in your bed. You loved her then, didn’t you? She was wearing your duvet like a cape, with her head poking out. She loved you back; she really did. You said, “I don’t know what to do. I’ve never met anyone like you.” She said simply, “kiss me.” So you did. You lifted her chin and kissed her mouth and swallowed her giggles whole. You felt her sunshine fill your lungs as she wrapped her arms around your neck. You felt the duvet fall as she leant forward. “Tell me a secret,” she said. She was always saying these things. “I’ve told you everything already,“ you said. Your lips were on her neck. “Tell me a secret,” she repeated. “Okay,” you sighed, “I love you.” “Tell me a secret.“ “I’ve always loved you.””
— S. Zhao
Yves Bonnefoy, tr. by Anthony Rudolf, from The Selected Poems; “The Ravine,”
Buck + his parents Athena and Bobby telling him exactly what he needed to hear
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