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@ moj, bata David

"Moja, Maja ovo, moja Maja i ono..."

Pa, jeb'o te, nije Elena Koshka.

Prezalis pricu i ides dalje, ili volis i Miljanu i Mirjanu i Danijelu i Marijanu i Marinu, ili se zaljubis u skvo iz radnje, na cosku... MY God, i'm in love... AGAIN!
 

 

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9 minutes ago, uncletima said:

@ moj, bata David

"Moja, Maja ovo, moja Maja i ono..."

Pa, jeb'o te, nije Elena Koshka.

Prezalis pricu i ides dalje, ili volis i Miljanu i Mirjanu i Danijelu i Marijanu i Marinu, ili se zaljubis u skvo iz radnje, na cosku... MY God, i'm in love... AGAIN!
 

 



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Sto bi rek`o moj pasenog. :s_d:

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In a green hollow where a river sings,
Moss sways wildly in ribbons of silver;
The sun shines down from haughty peaks—
The bright little vale is foaming with rays.

A young soldier, mouth open, head bare,
And neck cooled by blue watercress,
Sleeps. He lays on the grass, under the sky,
Pale in his green bed as light drizzles down.

Feet in the gladiolas, he sleeps. Smiling as
A sick child will smile, he took a nap:
Nature, cradle him warmly: he is cold.

The fragrant scents do not tempt his nose;
He sleeps in the sun, his hand on his chest,
Very still. There are two red holes in his right side.

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Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!

By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore—

    Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,

    It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore—

Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”

            Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

 

    “Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting—

“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!

    Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!

    Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!

Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”

            Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

 

    And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting

On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;

    And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,

    And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;

And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor

            Shall be lifted—nevermore!

 

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@ moj, bata David

"Moja, Maja ovo, moja Maja i ono..."

Pa, jeb'o te, nije Elena Koshka.

Prezalis pricu i ides dalje, ili volis i Miljanu i Mirjanu i Danijelu i Marijanu i Marinu, ili se zaljubis u skvo iz radnje, na cosku... MY God, i'm in love... AGAIN!
 
 


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najveća pesma ikada napisana:

                                                                                     Whose woods these are I think I know.   

His house is in the village though;   

He will not see me stopping here   

To watch his woods fill up with snow.   

 

My little horse must think it queer   

To stop without a farmhouse near   

Between the woods and frozen lake   

The darkest evening of the year.   

 

He gives his harness bells a shake   

To ask if there is some mistake.   

The only other sound’s the sweep   

Of easy wind and downy flake.   

 

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,   

But I have promises to keep,   

And miles to go before I sleep,   

And miles to go before I sleep.

 

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9 hours ago, SunZero said:

najveća pesma ikada napisana:

                                                                                     Whose woods these are I think I know.   

His house is in the village though;   

He will not see me stopping here   

To watch his woods fill up with snow.   

 

My little horse must think it queer   

To stop without a farmhouse near   

Between the woods and frozen lake   

The darkest evening of the year.   

 

He gives his harness bells a shake   

To ask if there is some mistake.   

The only other sound’s the sweep   

Of easy wind and downy flake.   

 

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,   

But I have promises to keep,   

And miles to go before I sleep,   

And miles to go before I sleep.

 

 

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Sećam se da sem ove stihove prvi put čuo u ovom filmu još kad sam bio klinac. Tad su mi baš delovali spooky.

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