tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30046204831313978522012-03-10T20:46:33.164+01:00Ovaj blog sam zamislio kao mjesto na kojem bih prikazivao spoj fotografije i stihova. Stihovi nisu moji, ali autor će biti uvijek naveden, a slike su isključivo moje.nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.comBlogger1051100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-77697594754613641462011-01-10T21:00:00.004+01:002011-01-10T21:06:20.558+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/TStlqsk77GI/AAAAAAAAAUA/3b8mn34-ev0/s1600/_MG_9310.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/TStlqsk77GI/AAAAAAAAAUA/3b8mn34-ev0/s400/_MG_9310.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560649949114002530" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Sve što ima dušu, duša ima.<br /><br />Duša ima boju i miris ima.<br />Ima san i sva u njemu teče.<br /><br />Duša ima srce i osjećaje ima.<br />Ima misli i u njima sebe.<br /><br />Sve što duša ima, dušu ima.<br />Duša ima dušu i osmjeh ima.<br /><br />Sve to duša ima i sve dušu ima...<br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-7769759475461364146?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-30075473128380830172010-08-30T21:47:00.002+02:002010-10-23T18:38:54.562+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/THwLX_XtrqI/AAAAAAAAATU/J0nALYvDyFA/s1600/_MG_2974cbcent.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/THwLX_XtrqI/AAAAAAAAATU/J0nALYvDyFA/s400/_MG_2974cbcent.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511292550770437794" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Na slikama mog prijatelja<br />ljudi ljudima ne sliče<br />ali je bit pogođena<br />pa se okvir slike miče<br /><br />njegovim slikama<br />okvir i ne treba<br />ponestane li mu plave<br />uzme komad neba<br /><br />tad naslika oblak<br />i ništa više…<br />a ja… otvaram kišobran<br />bojeći se kiše<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-3007547312838083017?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-40631828720204779422010-06-29T22:21:00.001+02:002010-06-29T22:29:03.539+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/TCpV9qey8DI/AAAAAAAAATE/R3cyxTlU9UY/s1600/_MG_6322a800x600.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/TCpV9qey8DI/AAAAAAAAATE/R3cyxTlU9UY/s400/_MG_6322a800x600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488293613768208434" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Sanjam, kako u mom nebu,<br />opojnom bojom sna,<br />poput mirisnog pupoljka<br />u cvijet ruže izrastaš.<br />Pod opustjelim krošnjama<br />nebeske tišine,<br />iz moje duše čitaš ove stihove.<br />Nudim ti samo jesen i ništa više,<br />a ti tako osjećajna pristaješ<br />i pretačeš moje jesenje misli,<br />u osmijeh svojih latica.<br />Vrhovima usana,<br />tiho kliziš mojim srcem<br />i njegovim otkucajima šapučeš,<br />kako si odavno opustjela<br />i da zbog tebe,<br />više nitko nije trebao doći,<br />a ja samo slušam tvoje riječi<br />i osjećam plavu boju daljine<br />u crvenoj boji tvoga glasa.<br />Pratim drhtanje svojih prstiju.<br />Željni su tvoga obrisa.<br />Glasom te ljubim<br />i mjesto u mom biću,<br />istkano za tebe<br />srcem nježno namještam.<br />Otkrivaš kakav si cvijet,<br />i kako da te želim,<br />kako da svoja slova u uzdahe pretvorim,<br />kako da zaustim,<br />dok mojoj duši svoje tajne daješ,<br />kako da te osjećam,<br />kad se zbog mene<br />u zrak pretvaraš<br />i omamljuješ me svojim stidom.<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-4063182872020477942?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-41734672472243714092010-05-12T12:01:00.001+02:002010-05-12T12:03:00.491+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/S-p8kXIx2HI/AAAAAAAAAS8/E2H-TGXOW6Q/s1600/_MG_3599bc.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/S-p8kXIx2HI/AAAAAAAAAS8/E2H-TGXOW6Q/s400/_MG_3599bc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470321661522860146" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Ako kažem, ova pjesma ima značenje sna,<br />a sva radost što u njemu odavno spava si ti,<br />ako te usporedim s blagim osmjehom jutra,<br />jer zora oduvijek nosi ime tvog prvog pogleda,<br />hočeš li me ovjenčati svojim srebrnim rukama,<br />uzeti k sebi i primiti kao sretno sazviježđe?<br /><br />Mila moja, pamtim dan u kojem postaješ moja,<br />kad si se u lahoru nasmiješenog proljeća pojavila<br />i sa te svoje dvije ruke, uznemirene golubice,<br />poput drhtavog lišća zaplela u mom zraku,<br />a ja sam ti odmah naznačio nebo boje meda,<br />i tvoje je drhtanje u dahu tiho sletjelo na mene,<br />tražeći mjesto gdje će dva tvoja srca smjestit.<br /><br />U mlazu prvog srca besmrtnost zvijezda čuvaš,<br />drugo srce, zamah vjetra, duša tvoja ima,<br />oba srca, duboku i sretnu ljubav k meni nose,<br />a oči tvoje, mila, savršenim plesom zjenica sjaje,<br />i s pravom se moje misli u bistrom cvijeću tope,<br />jer si tragom zaboravljenih uzdaha snena stigla,<br />tišini mojoj ljudskoj, ljubav svoje duše priznala.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-4173467247224371409?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-84739637137869000312010-04-15T09:35:00.002+02:002010-04-15T10:36:52.464+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/S8bCDSG84wI/AAAAAAAAAS0/N4eUBPzGjCw/s1600/0000499152_l_0_dr1d8e2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/S8bCDSG84wI/AAAAAAAAAS0/N4eUBPzGjCw/s400/0000499152_l_0_dr1d8e2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460264959889695490" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Na raskršću mala kapela…<br /><br />U njoj<br />Na zidu starom<br /><br />Od vapna bijelom<br />Gori svijeća pod raspelom<br /><br />U mraku plamićak plamti…<br /><br />Tu netko još čovjeka pamti<br />U grad što prođe sigurnim hodom<br />Pa u tuđi svijet velikim brodom…<br /><br />Jedan život… kao jedna svijeća<br /><br />čovječe… Što je sreća?<br />Mislio si… za nju trebaš obilje<br />A rastoči se život kao vosak medu škrilje<br /><br />Od križa<br />Na bijelom zidu<br />Tamne sjene dršću<br /><br />Kao nekad<br />Njegova duša<br />Tu… na raskršću<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-8473963713786900031?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-64619872379294463782010-04-11T13:04:00.001+02:002010-04-11T13:09:58.549+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/S8GtujOZkmI/AAAAAAAAASs/a2YEtPcL_2E/s1600/IMG_3538+copy.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/S8GtujOZkmI/AAAAAAAAASs/a2YEtPcL_2E/s400/IMG_3538+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458835238590976610" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Suze koje ne poteku<br />(Onda kad plakati se mora)<br />Pretvore se u podzemnu rijeku<br />Što sebi traži izlaz ispod gora<br /><br />Jer ta suza što lice mi ne umi<br />Ta je rijeka što u meni šumi<br /><br />Toj ću rijeci jedan izlaz naći<br />Zajedno će s pjesmama izaći<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-6461987237929446378?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-77150414983434115462010-04-11T12:14:00.003+02:002010-04-11T12:18:00.050+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/S8GhLCgxK9I/AAAAAAAAASk/EZS8lYN3ZCU/s1600/_MG_7789y3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/S8GhLCgxK9I/AAAAAAAAASk/EZS8lYN3ZCU/s400/_MG_7789y3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458821434374695890" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">reći ćeš draga<br />da mi fali koja daska<br />ali znam da sam te znao<br />još prije velikog praska<br />u jednom pra-atomu<br />bijasmo zbijeni<br />ja u tebi… i ti u meni<br /><br />nazvat ćeš me draga<br />ludim i groznim<br />ali baš ta bliskost<br />učini me nervoznim<br />željan slobode… nisam te birao<br />pa je zbog nas zapravo<br />i svemir eksplodirao<br /><br />sve ovo možeš<br />nazvat i lažima<br />ali osjećam da se zbog nas<br />svemir opet sažima<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-7715041498343411546?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-47357624426592164472010-04-05T18:14:00.001+02:002010-04-05T18:16:49.412+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/S7oMil1-I_I/AAAAAAAAASc/KErDKLOGhlM/s1600/_MG_8148m.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/S7oMil1-I_I/AAAAAAAAASc/KErDKLOGhlM/s400/_MG_8148m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456687686926345202" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">S magle guste danas krajem<br />Nesigurno nekud basam -<br />Živa stvora ne susretam<br />Kao sam na sv'jetu da sam.<br />Al' ne štapa l' netko za mnom<br />Ko da teško breme nosi?<br />Ne bljesnu li sada nešto<br />Slicno vitoj, oštroj kosi?<br />A kaki mi nuto lica<br />Dah podrago poput leda?<br />Nije l' možda pokraj mene<br />Proujala samrt bl'jeda?<br />Ja te tlapnje obuzdavam<br />I mirno se dalje vijem -<br />I vec mi je duši voljko<br />Kô na suncu da se grijem.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-4735762442659216447?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-1705369521526003912010-03-17T16:35:00.002+01:002010-03-17T16:39:17.735+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/S6D3FTD4EiI/AAAAAAAAASU/SvgOlAceFv8/s1600-h/_MG_8212bohekx2asharp.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/S6D3FTD4EiI/AAAAAAAAASU/SvgOlAceFv8/s400/_MG_8212bohekx2asharp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449627219506237986" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Dugo sam letio u prazno.<br />Treba na zemlju stati.<br />Uspravno iz nje rasti.<br />Uspravno umirati.<br /><br />Ptice su šumi krila,<br />a šuma pticama korijen.<br />List ne leti od sebe,<br />on biva olujom gonjen.<br /><br />Pod zemljom i u zraku<br />u isti mah drvece živi.<br />Drvo je most što diše<br />izmedju mrtvih i živih.<br /><br />I kada ogole grane,<br />cvrkut ih zazeleni.<br />Ja ništa rekao nisam:<br />to jasen šumi u meni.<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-170536952152600391?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-86623086112338841432010-03-12T10:52:00.003+01:002010-03-12T11:01:47.614+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/S5oPDSFux6I/AAAAAAAAASM/bZ0grRoUoi0/s1600-h/_MG_6617obm.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/S5oPDSFux6I/AAAAAAAAASM/bZ0grRoUoi0/s400/_MG_6617obm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447683248327935906" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Sanjam, kako u mom nebu,<br />opojnom bojom sna,<br />poput mirisnog pupoljka<br />u cvijet ruže izrastas.<br />Pod opustjelim krošnjama<br />nebeske tišine,<br />iz moje duše čitaš ove stihove.<br />Nudim ti samo jesen i ništa više,<br />a ti tako osjećajna pristaješ<br />i pretačeš moje jesenje misli,<br />u osmjeh svojih latica.<br />Vrhovima usana,<br />tiho kliziš mojim srcem<br />i njegovim otkucajima šapučeš,<br />kako si odavno opustjela<br />i da zbog tebe,<br />više nitko nije trebao doći,<br />a ja samo slušam tvoje riječi<br />i osjećam plavu boju daljine<br />u crvenoj boji tvoga glasa.<br />Pratim drhtanje svojih prstiju.<br />Željni su tvoga obrisa.<br />Glasom te ljubim<br />i mjesto u mom biću,<br />istkano za tebe<br />srcem nježno namještam.<br />Otkrivaš kakav si cvijet.<br />i kako da te želim,<br />kako da svoja slova u uzdahe pretvorim,<br />kako da zaustim,<br />dok mojoj duši svoje tajne daješ,<br />kako da te osjećam,<br />kad se zbog mene<br />u zrak pretvaraš<br />i omamljuješ me svojim stidom.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-8662308611233884143?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-2376740364608273322010-03-10T15:23:00.002+01:002010-03-10T15:26:33.517+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/S5erwAv0v0I/AAAAAAAAASE/uUMlkSE0ZxI/s1600-h/Dobra-Novigrad+006.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/S5erwAv0v0I/AAAAAAAAASE/uUMlkSE0ZxI/s400/Dobra-Novigrad+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447011115650563906" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Odvedi me do mog čamca na rijeci<br />Moram do nje, prosto moram do nje<br />Odvedi me do mog čamca na rijeci<br />I suza će nestati trag<br /><br />Vrijeme u muku dok vodu joj gledam<br />Mirom me blaži, dira me nježno<br />Voda što klizi uz čamac na rijeci<br />I suza mi otire trag<br /><br />O, široka rijeka,<br />Ta rijeka što život mi dira ko val pješčani žal<br />Sve puteve vodi u duboki mir<br />Gdje grč mi na licu se briše<br />Odvedi me do mog čamca na rijeci<br />I suza će nestati trag<br /><br />Duboka ta rijeka<br />Ta rijeka što život mi dira ko val pješčani žal<br />Sve puteve vodi u duboki mir<br />Gdje grč mi na licu se briše<br /><br />Odvedi me do mog čamca na rijeci<br />Moram do nje, s tobom moram do nje,<br />Odvedi me do mog čamca na rijeci<br />I suza će nestati trag.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-237674036460827332?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-85337162840726775152010-03-08T20:34:00.002+01:002010-03-08T20:40:02.964+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/S5VR0iccVaI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Wok30xpGSEg/s1600-h/_MG_1365x.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/S5VR0iccVaI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Wok30xpGSEg/s400/_MG_1365x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446349287415633314" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I kružim iznad usnulog jezera<br />i mjesec me gleda i šuti<br />i sjena moja crna sjajnom vodom klizi<br /><br />i pustam krik tuge i očaja<br /><br />jer u bijeloj zimskoj noći biti sam<br />jer biti sam iznad voda<br />jer biti sam ispod zvijezda<br /><br />jer ... biti sam...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-8533716284072677515?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-29262583535777223322010-02-16T19:57:00.000+01:002010-02-16T19:59:10.994+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/S3rqr0gfiFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Bo0M_rzm3pY/s1600-h/Breskva+3c.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/S3rqr0gfiFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Bo0M_rzm3pY/s400/Breskva+3c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438917538553497682" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Pitaš me zašto sam ostajem na zelenoj planini,<br />Smiješim se u tišini, dok mi duša slobodno luta.<br />Potok nosi pupoljak breskvinog cvijeta u nepoznato,<br />Odvojen od svijeta ljudi, imam svoje nebo i zemlju.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-2926258353577722332?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-16147203171486206312010-02-15T08:27:00.000+01:002010-02-15T08:30:20.755+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/S3j3qAv8KbI/AAAAAAAAARs/7HWcz92Iw1U/s1600-h/Ba%C5%A1ka++073xsharpcropm.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/S3j3qAv8KbI/AAAAAAAAARs/7HWcz92Iw1U/s400/Ba%C5%A1ka++073xsharpcropm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438368851177515442" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Stajao je na svom tronu<br />Kao neosporni kralj ulice.<br />Njegove oči su me okrznule<br />Iz mraka, dok je sjedio<br />Na kamenom stupiću ograde<br />Kad sam došepesao doma<br />Oko dva ujutro.<br /><br />Mačak Miki, vucibatina<br />Koja živi u našem dvorištu.<br />Zaarlaukao je kako samo on to zna<br />Kada željan je malo pažnje,<br />Ta skitnica porezanog uha,<br />Što ga nema noćima.<br />Zastao sam i privinuo<br />Njegovu uhatu i dlakavu glavu<br />Tik na svoje lice.<br />Razumjeli smo se,<br />Trepćući, pogledavajući,<br />Frkćući ispod glasa –<br />Dvije skitnice.<br />I meni je došlo<br />Da tada zaarlaučem<br />Iz sveg glasa<br />Od osamljenosti<br />A istovremeno od sreće<br />Što on je tu.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-1614720317148620631?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-55598247314605950782010-01-30T17:07:00.000+01:002010-01-30T17:11:15.246+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/S2RZ6FEvTPI/AAAAAAAAARk/puJPG2lrl3Y/s1600-h/Twilight+zone8x2m.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/S2RZ6FEvTPI/AAAAAAAAARk/puJPG2lrl3Y/s400/Twilight+zone8x2m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432565904844999922" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Od svih planeta<br />Sunčeva sistema<br />Draga… od Saturna<br />Poštenijega nema<br /><br />Jer dok mu prvi susjed Uran<br />Vodi život raskalašen i buran<br />Saturn stoji kao okamenjen<br />I prstenom kaže… Ja sam oženjen<br /><br />Draga ne budi tmurna<br />Ne budi jalna<br />Između mene i Saturna<br />Konjunkcija je stalna<br /><br />Što radi Pluton?<br />Ne vidi se<br />Dalek od sunca<br />Kod njega je stalno suton<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-5559824731460595078?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-89078111957570299102010-01-23T22:10:00.002+01:002010-01-23T22:14:10.034+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/S1tl6ZtBqXI/AAAAAAAAARc/FBXp7olOq5o/s1600-h/_MG_8793dxscapem.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/S1tl6ZtBqXI/AAAAAAAAARc/FBXp7olOq5o/s400/_MG_8793dxscapem.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430045829731821938" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Taj stari ribarski brod<br />Koji je nekada orao more<br />A iza čije su krme<br />(iz plave brazde)<br />Kao iz rodne njive<br />Nicale i rasle ribe<br />Izvučen na suho i zaboravljen<br />Od ljudi i mora ostavljen<br />Kao odbačeni ljubavnik<br />Plače suzama od rđe.<br /><br />Taj stari ribarski brod<br />Kojega rastače vrijeme<br />I koji se onako nagrižen od soli<br />Pod teretom godina krivi<br />To zapravo i nije brod...<br />Oronuli je to i usamljeni starac<br />Koji još samo od uspomena živi.<br /><br />U noći bez mjeseca<br />Utrobom mu odzvanjaju glasovi ribara<br />Pa sanja nabrekle mreže prepune riba<br />Do pucanja napete sajle<br />I čuje kako vitla škripe<br />Dok mu se pramac zabija u noć<br />Gušću i crnju od crnila sipe.<br /><br />Svojim mu kliktanjem galeb<br />Jutrom utjehu daje<br />"Smiri se...smiri...smiri!<br />To bio je san...samo san...i ništa drugo,<br />Smiri se starče jer znam da nije lako<br />Kad miris mora donese ti jugo..."<br /><br />Dragan Gortan<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-8907811195757029910?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-56982540503933028742010-01-11T10:33:00.000+01:002010-01-11T10:36:08.579+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/S0rwp7p7KHI/AAAAAAAAARU/AXNB9GqcgFM/s1600-h/_MG_9414c2m.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/S0rwp7p7KHI/AAAAAAAAARU/AXNB9GqcgFM/s400/_MG_9414c2m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425413304300021874" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Čovjek sam, i ništa ne znam.<br />Možda bih ti više mogao reći<br />Da sam svjetlo što se gnijezdi<br />U očima tvojim<br />Jer da sam i jelen, i jasen u planini<br />Zbog tebe bih sišao među ljude<br />Zbog tebe bih poželio imati ovo tijelo<br />Koje sve manje nosim kao teret<br />Dobro je što nisam niknuo<br />U nekom poljupcu prije,<br />Ili poslije tvoga daha.<br />Dobro je što sam se zadesio<br />U istom svijetu sa tobom.<br />Ovaj kratki izlet na zemlji<br />U meni već prerasta<br />U jedno sveopće viđenje s tobom<br />Ma gdje bila na svijetu<br />Dobro je znati da jesi.<br />Krikom me moja roditeljka<br />K tebi donijela,<br />I krikom ću nebo prepoloviti<br />Kad se budem otkidao od očiju tvojih<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-5698254050393302874?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-15386990878371494902009-12-20T13:23:00.001+01:002009-12-20T13:25:59.216+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/Sy4Xg5-zm4I/AAAAAAAAARI/H0f6mygUeY0/s1600-h/_MG_8550magiclandm.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/Sy4Xg5-zm4I/AAAAAAAAARI/H0f6mygUeY0/s400/_MG_8550magiclandm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417293255860788098" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Predugo ja na te san čeka<br />I gleda ka' ćeš doć mi<br />Ti... Svaki dan...<br /><br />Da ne bi se plaši škriputanja u tami<br />Ja san se vinča<br />Jer nisan više moga sam<br /><br />Vinča san Zoru<br />Da jutron mene budi iz sna<br />Vinča san Lunu<br />Da svaku noć mi na nebu sja<br />Vinča san Pismu<br />Bar me Ona doma čekat zna<br />Vinča san More<br />Plovi duša u val beskraja...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-1538699087837149490?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-15429772634742155112009-12-12T22:25:00.000+01:002009-12-12T22:27:53.348+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SyQKljC-hPI/AAAAAAAAAQo/h_fL1Xv2qeY/s1600-h/_MG_8242nbohekm.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SyQKljC-hPI/AAAAAAAAAQo/h_fL1Xv2qeY/s400/_MG_8242nbohekm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414464292185343218" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Ni bogova ni molitava!<br />Pa ipak biva ponekad da čujem<br />Nešto kao molitven šapat u sebi.<br /><br />To se moja stara i vječno živa želja<br />Javlja odnekud iz dubina<br />I tihim glasom traži malo mjesta<br />U nekom od beskrajnih vrtova rajskih,<br />Gdje bih najposle našao ono<br />Što sam oduvijek uzalud tražio ovdje:<br />Širinu i prostranstvo, otvoren vidik,<br />Malo slobodna daha.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-1542977263474215511?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-3292976533546317672009-12-12T21:57:00.001+01:002009-12-12T22:24:54.186+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SyQJ23uqBtI/AAAAAAAAAQg/KoHO63WFgwk/s1600-h/IMG_4353x.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SyQJ23uqBtI/AAAAAAAAAQg/KoHO63WFgwk/s400/IMG_4353x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414463490283407058" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Bura, svo je granje slomila<br />i tvoje je tilo obašla<br />Misto mene tebe jubila<br />i list je jedan suvi ostavila.<br /><br />Sjena mi je lice prekrila<br />i s neba se je misec primaka<br />Suza ti je ruku smočila<br />šutila si, šutia san ja.<br /><br />I teka san, i bi san promrza,<br />ta mi bura kosti sledila,<br />pojubit te nisan moga ja<br /><br />I teka san, a bi san promrza,<br />ta mi bura kosti sledila,<br />otišla si i nadu ubila<br /><br />Da si samnon onda ostala<br />prepliva bi Mrtvo more ja,<br />ne bi svoju mladost žalija,<br />na nas dvoje sve bi stavija.<br /><br />Da si samnon onda ostala<br />ne bi sada prosjak bia ja,<br />ne bi s drugon život dilija,<br />mojoj ćeri tvoje ime da.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-329297653354631767?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-68644378770400789122009-11-27T07:32:00.000+01:002009-11-27T07:34:41.223+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/Sw9yuXI_PjI/AAAAAAAAAQY/UXGDH_9c40U/s1600/Stara+uram.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/Sw9yuXI_PjI/AAAAAAAAAQY/UXGDH_9c40U/s400/Stara+uram.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408667818306518578" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Gledam staru uru<br />Svoje vrijeme mrvi<br />Njenu polituru<br />Već načeše crvi<br /><br />Brojke joj blijede<br />Jedva da se vide<br />Al' još tiho prede<br />… ide<br /><br />Kad se zvono začu<br />Zazvuči poput krika<br />(Jer i ure plaču<br />Sklopom zupčanika)<br /><br />Draga moja uro<br />I ja vrijeme satrah<br />Uzalud nam suze<br />Ne možemo unatrag<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-6864437877040078912?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-41244693592139645842009-11-23T20:40:00.002+01:002009-11-23T20:42:12.178+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/Swrlci0teJI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/-BUz7t4l6z8/s1600/_MG_8067++1+xxm+11.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/Swrlci0teJI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/-BUz7t4l6z8/s400/_MG_8067++1+xxm+11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407386581158688914" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">U daljini<br />bliže nebu<br />slap najljepši vidim<br />bljeskaju kapljice<br />sunce kolo<br />u njemu igra<br />roje se tako misli moje<br />roje i slažu<br />kao dugine boje<br />beskrajni snovi<br />beskrajna nada<br />slapovi beskraja<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-4124469359213964584?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-4289230216031957502009-11-23T20:28:00.002+01:002009-11-23T20:34:14.369+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SwripZmGjyI/AAAAAAAAAQI/agjDrXbl6x8/s1600/_MG_7087bohekxm.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SwripZmGjyI/AAAAAAAAAQI/agjDrXbl6x8/s400/_MG_7087bohekxm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407383503484915490" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Ponovno strpljivo ulazim u večer i čekam…<br /><br />Oh, kako razumijem čekanje, jer bol i tišina<br />kao svjetlo i tama, neprekidno u meni šeću.<br />Iako smo razdvojeni, uporno te srcem čekam<br />i dušom želim, nemam drugog puta do tebe…<br /><br />Ispisujem san, a ti miluješ uzdahe prstiju,<br />i s prozora ptica odlijećeš u zalazak sunca.<br />Snažno toneš i vješto prostireš boje sutona,<br />u postelji razvlačiš pregršt požude neba…<br /><br />Uvijek u sumrak dok lomiš visinu vjetrova<br />stvaram pjesmu i dušu neodoljivo grlim.<br />Tad liježem dubinom tvojih nebeskih prsa<br />i zaboravljam sve navike poznatog svijeta…<br /><br />Jer, bjelina grudi blagoslov je putovanja,<br />a slatkoća oblina istančan su dah cjelova.<br />Zbog toga moram izdržati ove svoje dane,<br />i ne marim za sunce što te krije od mene…<br /><br />Samo dok putujem u tvojoj toploj nježnosti<br />moji bezglasni dani ususret tebi polijeću.<br />Sve je moguće, ljubavi, sva obećanja stoje,<br />napusti san i zazovi lišće preko puste ulice…<br /><br />Sjeti se kad si moje tijelo zaranjala u sebe,<br />a tvoja nijema usta, zapravo čistoća šutnje,<br />s kakvom su samo željom donosile osmjeh<br />i zvjezdanim prahom zasipale moje usne…<br /><br />Nezaboravna je radost to drhtanje topline,<br />stoga takve male stvari ljubomorno čuvam.<br />Ti cvjetni poljupci mirisnih pupoljaka lipe,<br />temelj su neponovljivih ljubavnih uzdaha…<br /><br />Razmišljam kako približiti ove tihe riječi,<br />pa ih pažljivo slažem i razgovijetno pišem.<br />Sakupljam kapi mjesečine rasute po sobi<br />i srebrnim poljupcima natapam pjesmu…<br /><br />Sjaj uvlači slova u misli i razgrće tamu,<br />a tragovi čekanja tiho nestaju u kutu noći.<br />Sretan sam, sad si pod mojim trbuhom<br />u strasti zagrljaja, neprolazna ljubavi,…<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-428923021603195750?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-2871207089789333132009-10-19T09:04:00.004+02:002009-10-19T09:19:48.918+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/StwSc1-zzcI/AAAAAAAAAPM/6KnjeX67Qi8/s1600-h/_MG_6947m.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/StwSc1-zzcI/AAAAAAAAAPM/6KnjeX67Qi8/s400/_MG_6947m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394206740419169730" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">''Tu će prevladavati smeđi tonovi''<br />Jesen predloži<br /><br />(vjetar se šutnjom složi)<br /><br />''Da… ali vode… vode treba više!''<br />Zažubore kiše<br /><br />(i kiša bez da zamoli samo se proli)<br /><br />Sad sjetna… kakva zna biti<br />Jesen pred mokrom slikom sjedi<br />Kiša… koja ne prestaje liti<br />Niz sliku se uporno cijedi<br /><br />Boje su sve mekše…rjeđe<br />Drveće kraj puta već izmaglica guta<br />I sve postaje… nekako smeđe<br /><br />Šumu oblaci stišću<br /><br />(a vjetar… još spava u lišću)<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-287120708978933313?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-509202414668554042009-10-12T09:24:00.002+02:002009-10-12T09:25:54.065+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/StLZzx6zvVI/AAAAAAAAAPE/G5rpna0S4EI/s1600-h/DSC02981.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/StLZzx6zvVI/AAAAAAAAAPE/G5rpna0S4EI/s400/DSC02981.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391611187512458578" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">ljudi moji…<br />što ću s ovom lunom<br />pokrije se oblakom<br />ko' vunenim poplunom<br /><br />i zaspi bezbrižno<br />na zvjezdanoj stazi<br />cijelu noć u oblaku<br />do grla u vlazi<br /><br />onda jedne večeri<br />sva jadna oteče,<br />''navukla sam reumu''<br />kroz suze mi reče<br /><br />tako otečena<br />preko neba ide<br />od bola neizdrživog<br />sve se zvijezde vide<br /><br />a ja u jastuk<br />svoju glavu skrijem<br />pa trepćuć' kao sova<br />cijele noći bdijem<br /><br />ljudi moji…<br />što ću s ovom lunom<br />prazne je glave,<br />a kaže se punom<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-50920241466855404?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-6110462051454604512009-10-11T20:27:00.002+02:002009-10-11T20:31:36.572+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/StIjzyaJoxI/AAAAAAAAAO8/snGmjQVGhBE/s1600-h/IMG_3905xm.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/StIjzyaJoxI/AAAAAAAAAO8/snGmjQVGhBE/s400/IMG_3905xm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391411076527661842" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Telefonske žice uz prugu Pazin Cerovlje<br />U ranu jesen postanu notno crtovlje<br /><br />Te crte stupovi na taktove razdijele<br />A ptice su note što taktove nasele<br /><br />I traje… traje… traje ta kompozicija<br />Kao pozdrav ljetu na kraju solsticija<br /><br />Tad sve selice koje žele bit u trendu<br />Dolijećući daju obol tom krešendu<br /><br />I sve ih je više… više… i više…<br /><br />A onda…<br /><br />Jednog dana netko note izbriše<br />Ptica nema više…<br />Umjesto njih pjevaju kiše<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-611046205145460451?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-30266452159430235122009-10-03T20:57:00.000+02:002009-10-03T20:59:03.563+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/Sseeu3EASqI/AAAAAAAAAO0/B6DbJyEr1JY/s1600-h/DPP_aa0250.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/Sseeu3EASqI/AAAAAAAAAO0/B6DbJyEr1JY/s400/DPP_aa0250.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388450007064005282" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Mudar je taj sunčev sat<br />Nema kucaj, nema bat<br />U oblačne i tmurne dane<br />U njemu vrijeme stane...<br /><br />Da je meni bit taj sat<br />Da mi je tu mudrost znat<br />Na nebu kad sunce gori<br />Pustit sjenu da govori…<br /><br />Radovat se suncu... zori<br />I nemat ničeg što umori<br />Ne znat ništa što zabrine<br />Plesti život od vedrine<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-3026645215943023512?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-23290901664909479672009-09-27T17:57:00.000+02:002009-09-27T17:59:04.291+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/Sr-LmBmEVAI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Lpx1sswtJLI/s1600-h/Ka%C5%BEun.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/Sr-LmBmEVAI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Lpx1sswtJLI/s400/Ka%C5%BEun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386177164737795074" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Za neke… samo kamen<br />Na neke… kao znamen<br /><br />Njemu… od mene naklon<br />Jer mnogima bijaše zaklon<br /><br />Od vjetra, nevere… kiše<br />On stoji… njih nema više<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-2329090166490947967?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-21406062675532666382009-09-23T22:15:00.005+02:002009-09-24T08:48:57.114+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SrsWDBYPq3I/AAAAAAAAAOk/sxkNvs4GqY8/s1600-h/2m.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SrsWDBYPq3I/AAAAAAAAAOk/sxkNvs4GqY8/s400/2m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384922020617104242" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> U meni je strašna tajna<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">Kojom sam sebe lažem<br />Poput nekog Frankenštajna<br />Od drugih te žena slažem<br /><br />Ponekad me moral koči<br />Jer znam… ne bi se smjelo<br />Ali jednoj sam već oteo oči<br />Drugoj kosu, trećoj tijelo<br /><br />I kad ih u mašti spojim<br />Kao kule od karata se sruše<br />Nad mrtvim truplima stojim<br />… ne uspijevam bez tvoje duše<br /></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-2140606267553266638?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-32484075741644863732009-09-22T07:40:00.003+02:002009-09-22T07:42:42.458+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SrhjkphAWnI/AAAAAAAAAOA/2apY71TW1sU/s1600-h/DSC07532_fhdrnx.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SrhjkphAWnI/AAAAAAAAAOA/2apY71TW1sU/s400/DSC07532_fhdrnx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384162835792157298" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">oblaci… komadići štofa<br />a nebo kao kaput Tegetoffa<br /><br />na horizontu sunce<br />jedrenjak stari<br />goreći tone i krvari<br /><br />bespomoćan gledam sve to<br />dok mi na rukama umire ljeto<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-3248407574164486373?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-45240726436349512522009-09-17T11:38:00.002+02:002009-09-17T11:39:48.324+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SrIDx-1xsZI/AAAAAAAAAN4/grOVfBD34G4/s1600-h/IMG_0953+copy24.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SrIDx-1xsZI/AAAAAAAAAN4/grOVfBD34G4/s400/IMG_0953+copy24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382368661878190482" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Već kraći dani otupješe sunčeve sablje<br />Nebom plove oblaci kao velike korablje<br />Zadnji dani ljeta… i neka sjeta<br /><br />I sve kaže kiša će… leti ljeto bablje<br />Kroz grane će vjetar protegnuti grablje<br />Zadnji dani ljeta… baš šteta<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-4524072643634951252?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-62415281349462631712009-09-14T21:33:00.001+02:002009-09-14T21:35:30.248+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/Sq6a0TqZzjI/AAAAAAAAANw/SxqCRywNz8Q/s1600-h/_MG_2085i.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/Sq6a0TqZzjI/AAAAAAAAANw/SxqCRywNz8Q/s400/_MG_2085i.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381408828176322098" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Pjesniče, ne dvojim, i ti si sâm more,<br />u tebi se ono i smije i plače;<br />u tebi i njemu valovi mrmore,<br />od jednog i drugog biseri privlače...<br /><br />More se zanese svojom lijepom slikom<br />kad se grimiz zlatni na nj u večer prospe;<br />a ti se, nalik mu, sav opiješ likom<br />izišle iz pjene božanstvene gospe.<br /><br />More neće naći tko ga samo sniva,<br />more s tobom spava i s tobom se budi;<br />poklonik je zvijezda, u tebi prebiva,<br /><br />gdje svjetlom dubinā, razgaljenih grudi,<br />izaziva vrijeme koje se snebiva<br />da ste òno i ti posve istih ćudi.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-6241528134946263171?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-29086084582265985702009-09-13T11:45:00.004+02:002009-09-13T11:47:08.494+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/Sqy_WLGZJ2I/AAAAAAAAANo/r3jxfb3oMNQ/s1600-h/_MG_2064.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/Sqy_WLGZJ2I/AAAAAAAAANo/r3jxfb3oMNQ/s400/_MG_2064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380886042458531682" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Lijepo je biti oblak<br />Sav teret koji nosiš<br />Kišom izrosiš<br />S vjetrom se raduješ<br />Suncem izgaraš<br />Znajuć' da novoga sebe<br />Od staroga stvaraš<br /><br />Kad si oblak<br />Budiš se sa suncem na licu<br />A u njedrima umjesto srca<br />Slušaš raspjevanu pticu<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-2908608458226598570?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-84407529992184193652009-08-30T17:46:00.001+02:002009-08-30T17:48:46.141+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SpqfGuy85AI/AAAAAAAAANg/kbg2lcVU0b8/s1600-h/_MG_18982c.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SpqfGuy85AI/AAAAAAAAANg/kbg2lcVU0b8/s400/_MG_18982c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375784043209876482" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Dogodili smo se jedno drugom<br />u trenutku ukazanja<br />čistog i potpunog života<br />izvan obmane vremena,<br />u bezvremenu,<br /><br />na mjestu gdje se sjedinjuju<br />rađanje i nestajanje<br />gdje vječno<br />ruši bojažljivi mit<br />o prolaznosti<br /><br />Dogodili smo se jedno drugom<br />izvan svega predvidljivog<br />u našim malim postojanjima<br />izvan svih velikih htijenja<br />prizivanih snovima<br /><br />tek, kao izbor nekih viših,<br />božanskih zakonitosti<br />gdje naše misli<br />nemaju<br />više što reći<br /><br />Dogodili smo se jedno drugom<br />i ne pitaj nikada sebe<br />zašto je to bilo tako<br /><br />je li naša izabranost<br />sudbina sretnika ili prokletnika<br />je li sve moglo biti<br />drugačije i običnije<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-8440752999218419365?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-69658345137542184892009-08-28T11:31:00.001+02:002009-08-28T11:33:59.235+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SpekayTSBhI/AAAAAAAAANY/G_adJlFsK3k/s1600-h/DSC01187_fhdr+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SpekayTSBhI/AAAAAAAAANY/G_adJlFsK3k/s400/DSC01187_fhdr+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374945460376176146" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Sinoć je vjetar pjesmu pisao<br />Vjetropisom što na kišu je mirisao<br />Pred sobom je vale gurao<br />Pučinu… kao papir smežurao<br /><br />Mada razlog pjesmi nije znao<br />Svog je sebe u pjesmu dao<br />Jer ni pjesnici razlog ne traže<br />Pišu… a oči im vlaže<br /><br />Sinoć je vjetar pjesmu pisao<br />Samo da bi svijet lakše disao<br />Jer kad je njegova pjesma stala<br />… kiša je pala<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-6965834513754218489?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-49742799516299727202009-08-22T13:06:00.003+02:002009-08-24T21:57:43.704+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/So_RnDVxWVI/AAAAAAAAANQ/GrdgmjIpHxA/s1600-h/DSC030923+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/So_RnDVxWVI/AAAAAAAAANQ/GrdgmjIpHxA/s400/DSC030923+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372743349318015314" border="0" /></a>Jednom ćemo se u obilju vremena i mirisu pogleda naći,<br />grliti pučinom u sjajnom zanosu sna i svemirom rasti,<br />ali prije toga, velikim maštanjima moramo tiho proći,<br />zaustaviti treptaje i zakoračiti obzirom u otkucaje srca.<br /><br />Kada u mislima svih naših uzdaha osjetimo milost mira,<br />kad se na tihim proplancima modrih vjetrova odmorimo,<br />i slike čekanja iskustvom stoljetnih hrastova prihvatimo,<br />tada ćemo smjeti vještinu nježnih latica na usne staviti.<br /><br />Sve dok u drhtanju vrelih kapi mjesečine sami postojimo<br />i zlatni ples suncokreta beskrajnom posteljom snivamo,<br />ne smijemo plavetnilo duše glasno iznad duge razbacivati,<br />već sa palete ljubavi na platno vječnosti sebe slagati.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-4974279951629972720?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-27182385766247051242009-08-15T15:40:00.002+02:002009-08-17T18:25:05.390+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/Soa7ANe6fII/AAAAAAAAANI/tQUJFvLt6zc/s1600-h/IMG_1080_fhdr22+copy1b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/Soa7ANe6fII/AAAAAAAAANI/tQUJFvLt6zc/s400/IMG_1080_fhdr22+copy1b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370185217979612290" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Dušu si moju razapeo, Kriste,<br />Kao što vjetar razapinje jedra,<br />Al njene su misli uvijek mirne, čiste<br />I njena je volja kao nebo vedra.<br /><br />U njenoj dubini ko u čaški cvijeta<br />Jedno sunce sija čistoćom kristala.<br />To je Tvoja Ljubav velika i sveta,<br />Koju tako lako nosi duša mala.<br /><br />O, moja je duša srebro zvonkih struna<br />Na glazbalu sjajnom Tvojih svetih ruku.<br />Ona diše mirom nebeskoga čuna<br />I imade sjaja u svojemu zvuku.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-2718238576624705124?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-58045154759260108612009-07-31T09:25:00.003+02:002009-07-31T09:29:27.658+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SnKc_HDRpcI/AAAAAAAAANA/gb-4U9C2HvA/s1600-h/IMG_2294n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SnKc_HDRpcI/AAAAAAAAANA/gb-4U9C2HvA/s400/IMG_2294n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364522714190161346" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Mirišim te usne u mom pogledu<br />i čekam da se tvoj drhtaj mome javi,<br />pa da pođem u susret uzdasima.<br />Oko nas su rasute zvijezde<br />i posteljom nas mjesečina sladi.<br />Slušam kako mi svoj osmjeh nudiš,<br />i kako srcem prema meni predeš,<br />dok kroz kosu pleteš moje prste.<br /><br />Cijelog si me prekrila srebrnim tijelom,<br />sve moje kapi natopila u sebe,<br />i sad nebo moliš šutnjom da u nas stane.<br />Osjećamo kožu što po nama hoda,<br />a obale njene postaju naše pristanište.<br />Iako smo po njoj bezbroj puta trčali,<br />ona nam se vještinom rose izmiče<br />i opet smo nepoznati u tom carstvu.<br /><br />Velikim se strastima igramo u nama,<br />jedno u drugo plovimo ispruženi,<br />ti bjelinom, a ja buktinjom dodira.<br />Sa koliko načina obilazimo obronke,<br />kad se silni vjetrovi našim pučinama miješaju?<br />Znaš li, mila, stalno se u sebi smiješim,<br />a tvoje obline smatram svojim<br />i zrelosti da ih namirim imam dovoljno.<br /><br />Cijelim smo početkom obuzeti,<br />slike zagrljaja među našim tijelima nastaju.<br />U paleti milovanja potezi su vreli,<br />svemir kojim oblažemo svaki kutak naše tišine<br />bogatstvom nas samih obilazi postojanje.<br />Mi smo sad mjesečinom postali,<br />ispod neba našim osmjesima zvijezde sjaje<br />i posteljom za nas donose slasti.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-5804515475926010861?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-9064874649719101592009-07-22T22:11:00.002+02:002009-07-22T22:57:32.710+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SmdylJmRfnI/AAAAAAAAAMo/0Op0729qJRU/s1600-h/IMG_4437c.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SmdylJmRfnI/AAAAAAAAAMo/0Op0729qJRU/s400/IMG_4437c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361379863965040242" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Kroz mir tvojih plahih očiju uljuljao sam kaos,<br />zvjerski nemir u meni.<br />Oživješe me tvoje usne, tvoje tiho lice.<br />Pogledah jasno u dubinu sebe,<br />lakoćom utonuh u smisao svijeta.<br />Izgubi se mržnja, nesta ideala,<br />zapliva moje srce morem sreće.<br />Ushit, elan, ojačaju mi korak, jednom kretnjom,<br />dodirom tvojih nježnih ruku rastopih se nošen svijetom.<br />Htjedoh ljubit, grlit, htjedoh sebe dati.<br />Vječnost postade tijesna, praznina ispunjena,<br />istinitost ovjekovječena u pojavi tvoje beskrajne ljepote.<br />Hvala ti ŽENO što me uze, što mi luku kaza,<br />što me nadoji toplinom svojom.<br />Zacijeliše mi rane, iščeznuše zlobe,<br />osta samo moja ljubav, ko usidreni brod u luci spasa.<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-906487464971910159?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-2747451302483734502009-07-18T13:36:00.002+02:002009-07-18T13:38:13.702+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SmGz-5mQbYI/AAAAAAAAAMg/1RDQbOY5euo/s1600-h/IMG_1249bcdcc.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SmGz-5mQbYI/AAAAAAAAAMg/1RDQbOY5euo/s400/IMG_1249bcdcc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359762924742143362" border="0" /></a>Kakvu samo nježnost rasprostireš pod mojim tijelom<br />dok se kao slatka silueta natapaš mirisom moga znoja,<br />čas narančasto vruća, čas plava i smirena, uzimaš me<br />i namjenjuješ mi ljubav ostavljajući neograničen mir.<br /><br />Oh, srećo, po tko zna koji puta vriš u krvi moga tijela,<br />i slično mjesečini što češlja krošnje kliziš posteljom,<br />a čežnja mojih prsa slijeće na dvije tvoje bijele grlice,<br />i toplinom uzdaha, mila, preuzima tvoju uzdrhtalost.<br /><br />Pa mi godi na tebi ljubiti čistu ljepotu krhkog neba,<br />i te nježne dodire osjećam kao osmjehe tvoga srca,<br />jer ti darovi uzvikuju krvotokom i uznose moju dušu<br />i razlog su što te imam i trajno sanjam na usnama.<br /><br />A imati tebe ženu, mila, usred nagosti vlastitog tijela,<br />i sanjati kako grljenjem plijeniš strast muške vatre,<br />nemoguće je, a ne biti u svitanju tvoje ženstvenosti,<br />i tvoju rasplamsanu put, dušo, smjestiti oko struka.<br /><br />Tada udaljenost zvijezda postaje potpuno nevažna,<br />a snovi u korijenu tvojih bokova postaju čisto svjetlo,<br />jer slava ljubavi je tamo gdje radost tijela počinje,<br />u tišini zagrljaja, uzdahu dodira i mirisu poljubaca.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-274745130248373450?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-71888296265929780992009-07-13T22:45:00.001+02:002009-07-14T09:58:55.110+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SludAXhw64I/AAAAAAAAAMY/zAmpPAcU7fs/s1600-h/DSC03036_fhdr2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SludAXhw64I/AAAAAAAAAMY/zAmpPAcU7fs/s400/DSC03036_fhdr2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358048811328531330" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Oči mi posudi svoje<br />za ovu pjesmu mi treba<br />jer vidim… oblaci se roje<br />a u mojoj pjesmi tvoje oči<br />stajat će umjesto neba<br /><br />pa da se i oblak<br />oko sunca zavije<br />to će moje nebo<br />bit od plavog plavije<br /><br />sve posuđeno red je da se vrati<br />i činim to… mada znam<br />bez njih je i suncu teže sjati<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-7188829626592978099?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-18546144443909994082009-07-13T22:41:00.002+02:002009-07-15T18:17:42.085+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SlucL_b3qnI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ltWlsTBRnlY/s1600-h/IMG_1129_fhdr.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SlucL_b3qnI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ltWlsTBRnlY/s400/IMG_1129_fhdr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358047911508159090" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Kako si tiho more večernje u Kvarneru!<br />Kako pobožno zvone zvona,<br />svečan je njihov glas.<br />Svijetlo je ožujsko sumračje, tiha duša,<br />vjetar se pritajio kao dah…Majko Božja,<br />moli se za nas!<br /><br />Verande su ogrezle u večernjem sjaju,<br />lađe se žure, sumrak titra nad morem,<br />vrhunac Učke, pun snijega, krvavo sja,<br />zvone zvona, Majko Božja,<br />moli se za nas!<br /><br />Lica su bolesnih radnika sva u rumenom osvjetljenju,<br />gube se obrisi i sve se razlijeva dolaskom mraka;<br />ne zna se, blista u očima bolesničkim,<br />da li molitva, da li duh,<br />da li čežnja za svojima.<br />Čekamo tako smireni zvijezdu večernjicu,<br />da bljesne nad morem u ovaj svečani čas.<br />Majko Božja, moli se za nas!<br /><br />Sav Kvarner kroz drhtanje sumraka sja,<br />zvone zvona, umire još jedan dan.<br />Je li sve ovo jedan težak san?<br />Gdje sam to ja?<br /><br />Majko Božja, Majko Božja!<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-1854614444390999408?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-45547614361526684792009-07-13T22:30:00.001+02:002009-07-14T09:59:58.668+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SluZ5M6KkVI/AAAAAAAAAMI/7Jb1Xnf4fa0/s1600-h/Du%C5%A1a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SluZ5M6KkVI/AAAAAAAAAMI/7Jb1Xnf4fa0/s400/Du%C5%A1a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358045389684117842" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Znam, jednom dignut će se duša<br />iznad površnosti zemnih slika<br />i tražeć neko drugo nebo<br />lebdjet će bez stasa i bez lika.<br /><br />Lutat će tako bez dana i noći<br />uvijek novu sretajuć strahotu,<br />nesmirena, neutješena, ko što je i bila<br />u svom smrtnom, prolaznom životu.<br /><br />I tražeć nekog ili nešto<br />u tom hladnom prostoru bez kraja,<br />znam, proći će grješna, slijepa,<br />mimo vrata nedohitnog raja.<br /><br />I neće žalit usred beskraja tišine,<br />tek izustit će psovku il prostotu,<br />baš kao što drska je i bila<br />u svom smrtnom prolaznom životu.<br /><br />I neće više nikad susrest svoje znane,<br />mile i drage više dotać neće,<br />pogana i prognana, daleko po strani<br />u grču samoće kunit će i mrijet će.<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-4554761436152668479?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-24623537697500238012009-07-04T22:36:00.001+02:002009-07-14T10:00:26.497+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/Sk-9bYO3EaI/AAAAAAAAAMA/gwec0z_wNBE/s1600-h/DSC02683_fhdr2c.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/Sk-9bYO3EaI/AAAAAAAAAMA/gwec0z_wNBE/s400/DSC02683_fhdr2c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354706760025706914" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Sad si moja. U mom je snu dio tvog sna.<br />Sad spava i ljubav i bol i težina sva.<br />Noć je sišla na nevidljivim kotačima,<br />I ti, jedina, snivaš u meni poput jantara.<br /><br />Nitko drugi, ljubavi moja, neće spavati u mojim snovima.<br />Pođi, pođimo zajedno, preko voda vremena,<br />Nitko osim tebe neće putovati sa mnom preko sjena,<br />Ni sunce, ni mjesec — samo ti, moja zimzelena.<br /><br />Iz tvojih ruku, sa tvojih mekih otvorenih dlanova<br />Nježne pjesme padaju i nestaju kao kapi,<br />Sklopila si svoje oči, poput siva krila dva,<br /><br />Dok ja plutam vodom koja teče, koja me odnosi:<br />A u svojoj sudbi vrti se noć, zemlja, vjetar —<br />Ja sam bez tebe, sâm, samo tvoj san.<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-2462353769750023801?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-35275180430793379812009-06-27T22:05:00.000+02:002009-06-27T22:12:45.142+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SkZ8-Fp2gSI/AAAAAAAAAL4/a0ghPeYffM8/s1600-h/Snijeg.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SkZ8-Fp2gSI/AAAAAAAAAL4/a0ghPeYffM8/s400/Snijeg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352102613287862562" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Snijeg se topi,<br />sve se topi,<br />moja draga.<br />Naša mladost,<br />naša snaga,<br />sve se topi.<br />Sunce popi<br />žrtvu svoju.<br />Tišina na Mirogoju,<br />sjeto vječnog praga.<br />Snijeg se topi,<br />sve se topi,<br />moja draga.<br /><br />Snijeg će proći,<br />sve će proći,<br />moja draga.<br />Naši dani,<br />burne noći,<br />sve će proći.<br />Tvoje oči<br />bit će blijede.<br />Tvoje kose bit će sijede.<br />Ljepoti ni traga.<br />Snijeg će proći,<br />sve će proći,<br />moja draga.<br /><br />Bol će minut,<br />sve će minut,<br />moja draga.<br />Smrt će naše<br />breme skinut.<br />Kuda će se<br />duša vinut,<br />tko će znati?<br />Zemlja će smirenje dati:<br />mora biti vaga.<br />Bol će minut,<br />sve će minut,<br />moja draga.<br /><br />Snijeg se topi,<br />sve se topi,<br />moja draga.<br />Naša mladost,<br />naša snaga,<br />sve se topi.<br />Sunce popi<br />žrtvu svoju.<br />Tišino na Mirogoju,<br />sjeto vječnog praga.<br />Snijeg se topi,<br />sve se topi,<br />moja draga.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-3527518043079337981?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-33191102059296727922009-06-20T18:04:00.003+02:002009-07-14T09:39:31.298+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/Sj0IliJBdjI/AAAAAAAAALw/OU8Nj5uzAP8/s1600-h/Svjetlost.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/Sj0IliJBdjI/AAAAAAAAALw/OU8Nj5uzAP8/s400/Svjetlost.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349441373298849330" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Samo da se uz tebe budim,<br />meni na svijetu ne treba više.<br />Da svaku tvoju mijenu slutim,<br />da zrak u tvojoj blizini dišem.<br /><br />Samo da tiho uz tebe šutim<br />prisutan kao svjetlost bez glasa.<br />I da ti oči očima ćutim,<br />kao da ću te izgubiti, sada, ovoga časa.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-3319110205929672792?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-46422945267573466702009-06-16T22:30:00.003+02:002009-06-16T22:33:40.335+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SjgBAoqbQbI/AAAAAAAAALo/f606s2818P0/s1600-h/IMG_9654_fhdrb+copy+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SjgBAoqbQbI/AAAAAAAAALo/f606s2818P0/s400/IMG_9654_fhdrb+copy+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348025667929457074" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Jednom kad ne dođe sutra<br />i u beskrajnu kad zaplovim noć,<br />sve nove zore i buduća jutra<br />kraj mene će mrtvog proć.<br /><br />A ja ću poželjet u svome moru<br />duge tišine i sna bez sanja<br />samo još jednu dočekat zoru<br />i da svijetlost obasja me danja.<br /><br />I gle, ostat ću u tami, krut<br />bez snage da molim il' kunem,<br />ja neću biti ni tužan, ni ljut,<br />ni osjetit neću da već trunem.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-4642294526757346670?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-79499322391794871572009-06-14T11:59:00.003+02:002009-06-14T12:01:24.118+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SjTKA148tTI/AAAAAAAAALg/hXT-ToYAwPM/s1600-h/45+-+Paleta+boja.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SjTKA148tTI/AAAAAAAAALg/hXT-ToYAwPM/s400/45+-+Paleta+boja.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347120773410370866" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Ako želiš sa mnom poći<br />Ako trebaš ruke moje<br />Tad na tren zatvori oči<br />Pomiješaj u srcu boje.<br /><br />Svoju sreću, tugu svoju<br />Sa tobom bih dijelit htio<br />Tebi pružam kist i boju<br />Mada ne znam, bih li smio.<br /><br />Ako žutu ružu vidiš,<br />Ti crvenu od nje stvori.<br />Ljubavnih se riječi stidiš?<br />Pusti ružu da govori.<br /><br />Daj njoj, što mi želiš dati<br />Nek' mi tvoje misli nosi.<br />Sve što ćutiš, ja ću znati.<br />Reći će mi cvijet u kosi...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-7949932239179487157?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-15495524257023668172009-06-11T12:45:00.001+02:002009-06-11T12:51:06.298+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SjDhLDbQSLI/AAAAAAAAALY/9hKqF8AujMk/s1600-h/IMG_3743_fhdr2c+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SjDhLDbQSLI/AAAAAAAAALY/9hKqF8AujMk/s400/IMG_3743_fhdr2c+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346020337703209138" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Po crvenim drhtajima mojih usana<br />prolijeva se opojni miris tvojih grudi,<br />i raskošna aroma tvoje vidljivosti<br />odzvanja gutljajima mojih poljubaca.<br /><br />S jedne strane tvoriš strast vjetra,<br />a s druge strane, užarena sred tišine,<br />nosiš me šapatom prema svom tijelu,<br />i na dolasku sunca kupiš moje sjeme.<br /><br />Sva tajna tvojih čistih prepona<br />modri je obris uzdaha u mojoj krvi,<br />a svijet kojim poda mnom sijevaš<br />kapima boje neba omamljuje kožu.<br /><br />Jedno smo biće među zagrljajima,<br />i jedan beskraj vječne priče vremena,<br />a dodamo li slatki osmjeh požude,<br />ljubavlju se stapamo u jedno srce.<br /><br />Sretan što tečeš pod mojim rukama<br />slijedim duboki san naših poljubaca,<br />i prateći vlažne dodire bijelih bokova<br />prepuštam se otkucajima tvoje krvi.<br /><br />Udišem te usnama, tako se nastavljam,<br />a zanosom cjelova kojim sam te sreo<br />i koji čuvaš u mirisu svojih milovanja,<br />hraniš me nježnošću bezglasnog uzdaha.<br /><br />Tvoji hitri prsti oblikuju strast ognja,<br />tvoje su blistave noge užitak oko mene,<br />zvijezde u tvom njihanju postaju ptice,<br />i snovi moga tijela u tebi imaju dušu.<br /><br />Ljubavnica si koju ne zapostavljam,<br />a sricati ljepotu u osmjehu tvoga tijela<br />i kušati u tvome voljenom tijelu zrak,<br />mila moja, samo to i želim zauvijek!<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-1549552425702366817?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-76632158111356366512009-06-08T22:19:00.001+02:002009-06-08T22:21:38.790+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/Si1yqehgdLI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hoWkyzE4-cw/s1600-h/IMG_1905org.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/Si1yqehgdLI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hoWkyzE4-cw/s400/IMG_1905org.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345054406832321714" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Kad umrem želim tvoje ruke na svojim očima:<br />želim svjetlo žito tvojih ljubljenih ruku,<br />da me još jednom dirne njihova svježina<br />da osjetim nježnost što izmjeni moju sudbinu.<br /><br />Hoću da živiš dok te uspavan čekam,<br />hoću da tvoje uši i dalje slušaju vjetar,<br />da udišeš miris mora koje smo zajedno voljeli<br />i da nastaviš hodati pijeskom kojim smo hodali.<br /><br />Hoću da ono što volim nastavi živjeti,<br />a tebe sam ljubio i pjevao iznad svega,<br />zato cvjetaj i dalje rascvjetana,<br /><br />da bi dosegla sve što ti moja ljubav naređuje<br />da bi sjena moja prošetala tvojim vlasima<br />da bismo tako upoznali i razlog mome pjevanju.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-7663215811135636651?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-83664008218753065282009-06-06T13:57:00.000+02:002009-06-06T13:58:58.348+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SipZxdIbmlI/AAAAAAAAALI/Z0MrqkRPq28/s1600-h/DSC01515_fhdrf+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SipZxdIbmlI/AAAAAAAAALI/Z0MrqkRPq28/s400/DSC01515_fhdrf+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344182613996968530" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Leden a gorim, plašim se i nadam;<br />Po nebu letim, a na zemlju padam;<br />Ne hvatam ništa, a svijet čitav grlim.<br /><br />Amor me kazni da sred uza stojim,<br />Nit' omču driješi, nit' okove steže,<br />Nit' da me smakne, nit' da odveze,<br />Neće me živa, ne smatra me svojim.<br /><br />Bez vida vidim, nijem glasa ne gubim:<br />Umrijeti žudim, a pomoći tražim,<br />Sebi sam mrzak, a drugoga ljubim.<br /><br />Nit' mi se mrije nit' mi se živi,<br />Smijem se plačući, žalosću se snažim.<br />Ovakvom stanju vi ste, gospo, krivi.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-8366400821875306528?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-30565327213683324712009-06-02T11:40:00.001+02:002009-06-02T11:42:16.265+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SiTzzQ8lxMI/AAAAAAAAALA/iamNiiMHt8Q/s1600-h/IMG_1150ca.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SiTzzQ8lxMI/AAAAAAAAALA/iamNiiMHt8Q/s400/IMG_1150ca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342663120016229570" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Sviđaš mi se kad šutiš jer si kao odsutna,<br />i čuješ me izdaleka, i glas moj ne dodiruje te.<br />Čini mi se kao da su ti letjele oči<br />i čini se da ti je poljubac jedan zatvorio usta.<br /><br />Kako su stvari sve ispunjene dušom mojom<br />izranjaš iz stvari, ispunjena dušom mojom.<br />Leptirice sna, duši mojoj si slična,<br />i slična si riječi melankolija.<br /><br />Sviđaš mi se kada šutiš i kad si kao udaljena.<br />I kada kao da se žališ, leptiriću u gukanju.<br />I čuješ me izdaleka, i glas moj ne dostiže te:<br />Pusti me da šutim s mučanjem tvojim.<br /><br />Pusti me da ti govorim također s tvojom šutnjom<br />jasnom kao svijeća jedna, prostom kao jedan prsten.<br />kao noć si, šutljiva, zvjezdana.<br />Šutnja tvoja je zvjezdana, tako daleka i jednostavna.<br /><br />Sviđaš mi se kad šutiš jer si kao odsutna.<br />Udaljena i bolna kao da si umrla.<br />Jedna riječ tada, osmijeh dovoljan je jedan.<br />I veseo sam, veseo što nije točno.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-3056532721368332471?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-84081399351374437092009-05-29T22:34:00.001+02:002009-05-29T22:36:45.452+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SiBHLE5rmBI/AAAAAAAAAK4/6lgJjhz1ScQ/s1600-h/DSC03593_fhdr3x.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SiBHLE5rmBI/AAAAAAAAAK4/6lgJjhz1ScQ/s400/DSC03593_fhdr3x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341347413681215506" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Kad tišina neba tiho zajeca u meni,<br />šutim i ne žalim se, već promatram<br />drhtanje zvijezda kako se razmiče.<br />Ne vidim tvoje razmažene obline,<br />samo slutim tajnu tvog odlaska<br />i jednostavno šutim u našoj postelji.<br />Odsutna si i što da kažem na to?<br />Da plačem? Da se plačem branim?<br />Ne, kroz portret našeg vremena<br />u kojem su naši koraci bojali ulice,<br />napuštam vjetrove i sazviježđa,<br />i udišem mirise nevidljivih zanosa.<br /><br />Kad tišina neba tiho zajeca u meni,<br />grlim te u svom bolnom čekanju,<br />a svoje ruke kupam u tvom obrisu,<br />jer dok radosno zalaziš u moje pore<br />slušam tvoje bijelo tijelo u sebi.<br />Ne molim ga tugom, već kličem<br />i svu noć uzvikujem njegov dolazak.<br />Tako slažem i uzdahe u osmjeh,<br />a poljupce što te traže i tebe hoće,<br />uvjeravam kako zaista postojiš.<br />Znam, pronaći će latice cvijeća<br />i na gnijezdima ptica usne sviti.<br /><br />Kad tišina neba tiho zajeca u meni<br />pokušavam dokučiti svježinu polja,<br />to vječno proljeće u mojim zjenicama,<br />jer bez njih kao da ti se ne divim,<br />tebi koja si u njihove brazde zasjela!<br />Ta ista polja na kojima duša plamti,<br />navikla na suncokrete tvoga pogleda,<br />drijemaju ispod neba naših milovanja.<br />Pružam se po njihovoj toploj mekoći<br />i kao tvoj ljubavnik, odsutna moja,<br />bez obzira što te nema, ne plačem,<br />jer zašto da se plačem branim?<br /><br />Kad tišina neba tiho zajeca u meni<br />u dubokoj noći otvaraš moje srce,<br />i odjednom kao bistri korak srne<br />rastrčavaš ruke mojim bunilom.<br />Neprestano žuboriš i prstima ječiš,<br />a tvoj dah s lakoćom preskače kožu.<br />Sva ta svila što me tišinom slatko dira,<br />dašće u plavim kapima moga znoja,<br />i obliven tvojim vrućim stenjanjem,<br />uspinjem se sretan među tvoje grudi,<br />i pomiješan s oblacima toplog neba,<br />podižem grane jablana nad posteljom.<br /><br />Kad tišina neba tiho zajeca u meni,<br />cijelu noć sam žedan tvoga tijela,<br />cijelim tijelom sam kroz noć žedan.<br />I dok te ispijam golu nasred mjesečine<br />opijam se tvojim slatkim mirisom.<br />A kad s glasom jutra osvanu nemiri,<br />ponovno složim čežnju u tvoje kose<br />i zašutim, jer si u stvari odsutna.<br />Što da kažem na to? Da plačem?<br />Da se plačem protiv toga branim?<br />Ne! Sa suncem te i dalje sanjam!<br />Doduše strepim, ali nikako ne spavam.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-8408139935137443709?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-90997017953581043212009-05-27T22:19:00.002+02:002009-05-27T22:48:43.557+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/Sh2m_dzcYHI/AAAAAAAAAKw/e3jvE20quWQ/s1600-h/Znat+%C4%87e%C5%A1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/Sh2m_dzcYHI/AAAAAAAAAKw/e3jvE20quWQ/s400/Znat+%C4%87e%C5%A1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340608342393643122" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Znat ćeš da te ne volim i da te volim,<br />jer živjet je moguće na dva načina,<br />riječ je samo krilo tišine,<br />a vatra čuva polovinu studeni.<br /><br />Volim te da bih te počeo voljeti,<br />da bih ponovo počeo beskraj,<br />da te ne bih prestao voljeti nikada:<br />zato te još uvijek ne volim.<br /><br />Volim te i ne volim, kao da imam<br />u svojim rukama ključeve sreće<br />i nesigurnu sudbinu nesretnika.<br /><br />Moja ljubav ima dva života da bi te voljela.<br />Zato te volim kada te ne volim<br />i zato te volim kada te volim.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-9099701795358104321?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-79225374277238851712009-05-25T21:21:00.003+02:002009-07-14T20:28:19.114+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/Shrv_GlGMfI/AAAAAAAAAKo/1ztPCu6ACMk/s1600-h/Dah+duge.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/Shrv_GlGMfI/AAAAAAAAAKo/1ztPCu6ACMk/s400/Dah+duge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339844175578149362" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Kistom svoga srca na platno moje duše nanosiš paletu<br />i plavom bojom oslikavaš beskrajni oblik dubina.<br />Sanjariš i u sebi me smirenjem svoga bića stapaš.<br />Neustrašiva, plava ptico, u beskonačnost sna dolaziš.<br /><br />Ljudskom zelenom bojom umiruješ nemir mojih voda,<br />s njom obnavljaš i čistiš uzdrhtale prozirne valove.<br />Kao rajske biljke proplanku donosiš rascvjetani mir,<br />osvježavajućom snagom nade uspinješ u slavlje moj život.<br /><br />Začet u tvojoj bjelini otkrivam milost svih osjećaja.<br />Uznosiš me preobraženim smislom horizontima dana,<br />a istokom moje duše budiš sjaj sunca vrhom razuma.<br />Auerolom ponovnog rađanja kušaš krilom prepelice.<br /><br />Zemlja ti je dom, smeđa i topla, čvrsta poput majke,<br />imaš savršenstvo brazde i plodnost nepreglednih njiva,<br />izvorištem života izlaziš iz njih i nudiš odricanje tuge,<br />pa me zoveš i prihvaćaš u njedra predivnih uzvisina.<br /><br />Tu me ženstvenošću crvene vatre osvajaš i primaš u sebe,<br />strašću vjetrova prislanjaš uz besmrtnost iskrene sreće<br />i kao sunčevu zraku izdvajaš među svoja rumena bedra,<br />da tvojim toplim rumenilom uživam i plovim zauvijek.<br /><br />Ti si dah duge, početak svjetlosti i glasnik mog obnavljanja.<br />Ti si vitki most između zemlje moga srca i neba moje duše.<br />Tvoje se jake boje okvirom mog bića nježno i toplo razljevaju<br />i ja se vječno prepuštam njihovom veličanstvenom skladu.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-7922537427723885171?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-65490785281918666152009-05-23T09:52:00.001+02:002009-05-23T10:21:32.486+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SheyAbBbO4I/AAAAAAAAAKg/3ukOlfH4XZA/s1600-h/DSC01545c.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SheyAbBbO4I/AAAAAAAAAKg/3ukOlfH4XZA/s400/DSC01545c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338931603594492802" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Memorija je mora<br />Raspršena u oblacima<br />U svakoj kapi kiše<br />Jedno more diše<br /><br />Kap veća…<br />Kap manja<br />Baš svaka…<br />Svoje more sanja<br /><br />Osmijeh je duge<br />Od hrabrosti sazdan<br />Kapi oslobađa straha<br />Kad krenu u bezdan<br /><br />Obasjane suncem<br />Kapi shvaćaju<br />Ne… ne padaju<br />Moru se vraćaju<br /><br />Pa se smiju…<br />Smiju…<br />Smiju…<br />I kišom liju<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-6549078528191866615?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-14967303313288578222009-05-22T21:45:00.004+02:002009-05-22T22:23:14.723+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/ShcA5fBGkPI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/dfaLGUZhNK0/s1600-h/Ime.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/ShcA5fBGkPI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/dfaLGUZhNK0/s400/Ime.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338736870849679602" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Ovom ću pjesmom još jednom napregnuti zov visine,<br />krišom izrezbariti čaroliju poljupca u svom osmjehu<br />i kao što priliči raširiti riječi nepreglednom dušom,<br />dočekati ih i istovremeno zaustiti poput vatre i leda.<br />Neka zgusnuti osjećaji uzburkaju mirno razmišljanje<br />i namjerno prostru svaku moju kap slojem nemira,<br />ispune bešćutnu prazninu i izađu zagrljeni plesom,<br />zato što ću se zovom ove pjesme napregnuti u visine.<br /><br />Sličim li istom čovjeku otkada lutam mislima,<br />jer odnedavno sasvim novo osjećanje imam?<br />Dok sam prije, po potrebi, ponekad ronio suze<br />i valove koristio samo zato da mi nose čamac,<br />danas vjetrovima posvećujem posebnu pažnju,<br />a s lišćem po parkovima vodim duge razgovore<br />i stalno sanjam jednu pticu kako sa mnom leti,<br />otkako lutam mislima potpuno sam drugačiji.<br /><br />Jesam li se u životu uvijek ili barem povremeno,<br />tako, poput morske pjene cijelim tijelom uspinjao,<br />da bih malo pomalo izrastao u svojim pjesmama<br />i naporno s kapima znoja sustigao samog sebe?<br />Ne, ne sjećam se da sam ispod neba vidio boje,<br />a primjećujem i ovo, kako kamen ipak ne šuti<br />i krošnje ustvari šapuću razgranatim dodirima.<br />Da, moj život više nije kao nekad, niti sličan.<br /><br />Putujem li oduvijek ovim svijetom ovako sretan?<br />I nikako umoran stalno srećem radosne ljude,<br />slušam kako sa suncokretima moje misli pjevaju,<br />a oblaci poda mnom šire sag po kojem hodam.<br />Sada otvorenih očiju kao svjetlo lampe drhtim<br />i u meni stalno treperi tišina šireći zlatne mirise,<br />koji me slatkim prostranstvima nose i otkrivaju,<br />da, nikada nisam putovao ovako sretan svijetom.<br /><br />S kojim se smislom vraćaju nadanja mojoj duši?<br />U kojim obrisima daleke budućnosti sam smješten?<br />I zna li vrijeme kojom ću dubinom svemira poći?<br />Jer po godinama vidim kako moje osmjehe cijedi<br />i od pamtivijeka mi nudi s mjerom nježne strasti,<br />a sa druge strane i moje srce sve češće osjeća sjaj<br />i ne troši se uzalud, čuva i sprema tople otkucaje<br />za ona nadanja što dolaze i vraćaju smisao duši.<br /><br />U meni rastu na bezbrojnim mjestima ovog trenutka,<br />beskonačno prozirne latice neba i još neprobuđene,<br />uzdišu i uzdižu se, cvjetaju slovo po slovo, daju riječ<br />i konačno neprimjetno pretvaraju u poznato ime.<br />Kako sa mnom ustaje i liježe osmišljava sav moj dah,<br />uznosi me nestvarnim dodirima svoga umilnog zvuka,<br />prepoznaje moje osjećaje samo njemu namijenjene,<br />koji u meni stalno rastu na bezbrojnim mjestima.<br /><br />Želim da mi to ime neprestano treperi na usnama,<br />da me cvrkutom jutra dočekuje i nježno mazi snove.<br />Oslonjenog na oblake dovede iza granice zalaska sunca<br />i zaustavi u meni kristalne mirise planinskih vidika.<br />Neka me kišom i njenim mokrim zagrljajima prekrije,<br />običnim osluškivanjem uličnih koraka probudi,<br />sivim sutonom u predvečerje izvan grada uznemiri,<br />samo neka mi ostavi treperenje tog imena na usnama.<br /><br />Hoću sav taj beskonačni mir mojom dušom pokrenuti,<br />stvoriti tišinu u kojoj ću ploviti njegovim odjecima.<br />Možda na trenutak ravnicu umiriti u njenim brazdama<br />i dopustiti da pod klasjem u korijenju uspavankom utihne.<br />Meni je sasvim dovoljno i širinu neba kada pogledam,<br />napregnem pogled i dohvatim beskrajne izvore prostora,<br />proletim ispod površine leta i osjetim lakoću mekog perja,<br />pa da sav beskonačni mir pokrenem mojom dušom.<br /><br />U tek naraslom plodu mojih osjećaja ćutim detalj.<br />Dok lagano strujim i nestajem nevidljivim tokovima,<br />na lakom vjetru hvatam samog sebe kako bujam<br />i horizontom neuhvatljive duge upijam prozirne daljine.<br />Kao spirala osjećam rasparana zvjezdana staništa.<br />Svako od njih razlaže moje postojanje na kriške vječnosti<br />i tada nekom nezamislivom snagom pronalazi odsjaje<br />u tek naraslim plodovima mojih osjećanja i ja nestajem.<br /><br />Sad me odavde, odakle polazim na put svog novog života,<br />gledaju trenuci koji jednostavno više ne mogu čekati,<br />užurbano skupljaju mahovinu što poda mnom liježe<br />i polako kreću niz rijeku pješčanom obalom uz šumu.<br />Kroz odškrinuta vrata prošlosti bacaju okamenjene utvare,<br />strepe da se poklopcem ponovno ne nakupi prah zaborava,<br />jer sam dugo spavao usred te mrakom okovane škrinje<br />i vrijeme je da odavde pođem na put svog novog života.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-1496730331328857822?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-60299636715416397012009-05-21T22:02:00.003+02:002009-05-22T21:51:13.405+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/ShWzjRmhGxI/AAAAAAAAAKI/LcLbcivz-ws/s1600-h/Ljubav.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/ShWzjRmhGxI/AAAAAAAAAKI/LcLbcivz-ws/s400/Ljubav.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338370351919340306" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Od tebe dalje brojim svoje dane<br />i ako budem živio, ne marim<br />koliko nekom leptiru je dano:<br />gle, svijet je šaren, nebo je prostrano,<br />i podne je i toplo sunce žari<br />i dugo je, još dugo je do tame.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-6029963671541639701?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-2063073490253076442009-05-20T22:58:00.003+02:002009-05-20T23:00:20.768+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/ShRvIMNf2OI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VPaUUJYqNFk/s1600-h/49+-+Samo+kapljicu+zlatne.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/ShRvIMNf2OI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VPaUUJYqNFk/s400/49+-+Samo+kapljicu+zlatne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338013644848355554" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Za tvoje ću oči napisati pjesmu<br />Plavim riječima...kao što je more plavo<br />Modrim riječima...kao što je nebo modro<br />I samo kap zelene...za neke dane snene<br /><br />Za tvoje ću oči napisati rimu<br />Tihim riječima...kad se brinu<br />Nježnim riječima...kad me tješe<br />I samo kapljicu zlatne...i već mi se smiješe<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-206307349025307644?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-46744873446125304552009-05-11T09:55:00.003+02:002009-05-20T22:54:20.382+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SgfagE4kXxI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/n0XVEDY0C9k/s1600-h/IMG_0293_1xy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SgfagE4kXxI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/n0XVEDY0C9k/s400/IMG_0293_1xy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334472528245317394" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SgfagE4kXxI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/n0XVEDY0C9k/s1600-h/IMG_0293_1xy.jpg">Ogolio sam te kao ružu</a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SgfagE4kXxI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/n0XVEDY0C9k/s1600-h/IMG_0293_1xy.jpg">da bih ti vidio dušu</a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SgfagE4kXxI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/n0XVEDY0C9k/s1600-h/IMG_0293_1xy.jpg">a nisam je našao.</a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SgfagE4kXxI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/n0XVEDY0C9k/s1600-h/IMG_0293_1xy.jpg">Ali sve uokolo</a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SgfagE4kXxI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/n0XVEDY0C9k/s1600-h/IMG_0293_1xy.jpg">obzorje, zemlja i more,</a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SgfagE4kXxI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/n0XVEDY0C9k/s1600-h/IMG_0293_1xy.jpg">sve do beskraja,</a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SgfagE4kXxI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/n0XVEDY0C9k/s1600-h/IMG_0293_1xy.jpg">ispunilo se mirisom,</a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SgfagE4kXxI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/n0XVEDY0C9k/s1600-h/IMG_0293_1xy.jpg">neizmjernim i živim.</a><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-4674487344612530455?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-34549972410764201722009-05-07T10:06:00.002+02:002009-05-10T12:16:53.203+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SgKW7G9kLNI/AAAAAAAAAJw/oSMJLC5-em0/s1600-h/Treba+znati.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SgKW7G9kLNI/AAAAAAAAAJw/oSMJLC5-em0/s400/Treba+znati.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332990850985372882" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Smiješiti se dalje, da to treba znati<br />kada je najbolje ustati od stola,<br />kad pred nama stoje samo prazni sati<br />u tome životu glupome do bola.<br /><br />Trebalo bi znati, ma koliko stoji,<br />sačuvati ponos, onaj što preosta,<br />i usprkos svemu, prijatelji moji,<br />zauvijek otići, znati da je dosta.<br /><br />Pred sudbinom svojom koja sve ti uze,<br />kad već ništa nemaš, kada sve si dao,<br />trebalo bi znati skriti svoje suze.<br />No ja, srce moje, ja to nisam znao.<br /><br />Zato treba znati napustiti stol<br />kad je ljubav tvoja davno pojedena,<br />ravnodušna lica skriti svoju bol,<br />zauvijek otići tiho kao sjena.<br /><br />I usnama treba reći da se smiju<br />iza maske jada, i stisnuti zube,<br />a krikovi mržnje u tebi da gnjiju,<br />te posljednje riječi onih koji ljube.<br /><br />Treba znati mirno otići na kraju,<br />ušutkati srce sto već umrlo je,<br />sačuvati obraz ko neki što znaju,<br />dok još nije pao. Trebalo je znati,<br /><br />suviše te volim,<br />ja to nisam znao.<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-3454997241076420172?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-40204104788116113452009-05-05T10:21:00.002+02:002009-05-10T12:16:11.590+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/Sf_3IPkaOvI/AAAAAAAAAJo/99kXXThhi3g/s1600-h/IMG_3592b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/Sf_3IPkaOvI/AAAAAAAAAJo/99kXXThhi3g/s400/IMG_3592b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332252204820216562" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Tu, na kraju grada<br />hotel ljubavnika.<br />Noć je, kiša pada,<br />zvoni sa zvonika.<br />Slušam, plače zvono,<br />sjaji mokra cesta.<br /><br />Tko prolazi ono,<br />čija sjena nesta,<br />a druga je prati,<br />tu, na kraju grada?<br />Noć je, kiša pada.<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-4020410478811611345?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-44588555499946155412009-04-30T10:31:00.004+02:002009-05-10T12:14:31.164+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SfliKN_1HSI/AAAAAAAAAJg/VwdancfNrJ8/s1600-h/IMG_8978_fhdrcbr.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SfliKN_1HSI/AAAAAAAAAJg/VwdancfNrJ8/s400/IMG_8978_fhdrcbr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330399561665289506" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Krhak je život…<br />Kao krilo vretenca<br />Ali što je život…<br />Milijun sitnih kapi iz istog zdenca<br />Milijarda svijetlih iskri istoga plama<br />Bezbroj dijelova velikog holograma<br />Krhak je život<br />Svijet sve luđi<br />I uvijek se čini<br />Manji križ tuđi<br />A zapravo…<br />Najviše što<br />Život vrijeđa<br />Nosit je križ<br />Manji od leđa<br />Vrti se život<br />Kao kadenca<br />I ja tražim ruku<br />Šimuna Cirenca<br />A znam…<br />Na Golgotu<br />Se dolazi sam<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-4458855549994615541?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-85533057273571400662009-04-27T21:53:00.002+02:002009-05-10T12:14:12.547+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SfYNfesBoCI/AAAAAAAAAJY/WZR4rEg62Ns/s1600-h/44+-+Balada+iz+predgradja.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SfYNfesBoCI/AAAAAAAAAJY/WZR4rEg62Ns/s400/44+-+Balada+iz+predgradja.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329462043504386082" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">....I lije na uglu petrolejska lampa<br />Svjetlost crvenkastožutu<br />Na debelo blato kraj staroga plota<br />I dvije, tri cigle na putu.<br /><br />I uvijek ista sirotinja uđe<br />U njezinu svjetlost iz mraka,<br />I s licem na kojem su obično brige<br />Pređe je u par koraka.<br /><br />A jedne večeri nekoga nema,<br />A moro bi proć;<br />I lampa gori,<br />I gori u magli,<br />I već je noć.<br /><br />I nema ga sutra, ni prekosutra ne,<br />I vele da bolestan leži,<br />I nema ga mjesec,<br />I nema ga dva,<br />I zima je već,<br />I sniježi...<br /><br />A prolaze kao i dosada ljudi<br />I maj već miriše---<br />A njega nema, i nema, i nema ,<br />I nema ga više<br /><br />I lije na uglu petrolejska lampa<br />Svjetlost crvenkastožutu<br />Na debelo blato kraj staroga plota<br />I dvije, tri cigle na putu.<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-8553305727357140066?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-56913958373512232862009-04-17T21:53:00.002+02:002009-05-10T12:13:34.877+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SejelaZFS2I/AAAAAAAAAJE/bY-8DUSk_es/s1600-h/43+-+Nocturno.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SejelaZFS2I/AAAAAAAAAJE/bY-8DUSk_es/s400/43+-+Nocturno.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325751293686664034" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">javlja se ura<br />jednoličnim batom<br />to mjesec oblak<br />okiva zlatom<br /><br />a more mirno<br />poput ulja<br />nebo je škrinja<br />puna dragulja<br /><br />umorni mjesec<br />za oblak se sklanja<br />kao ja tebe…<br />on zvijezde sanja<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-5691395837351223286?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-12185399446626990382009-04-11T20:00:00.003+02:002009-05-10T12:13:15.938+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SeDbL7NdKoI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NDEHpAI43Bk/s1600-h/42+-+Kada+umre+ljubav.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SeDbL7NdKoI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NDEHpAI43Bk/s400/42+-+Kada+umre+ljubav.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323495757471099522" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Gdje da se sklonimo<br />Kada loše krene<br />Kad mrtva stabla ljubavi<br />Ne daju hlad ni sjene<br /><br />Kažeš...tužno je<br />I nije kao prvo<br />Jer nema krošnje zelene<br />To usahlo drvo<br /><br />Kažem...neka nam<br />Tako nam i treba<br />Kad imali smo pogače<br />A tražili smo hljeba<br /><br />Vičeš...čekajmo<br />Sad će naše vrijeme<br />Šapćem...nemojmo<br />Jer umrlo je sjeme<br /><br />To što čujemo<br />Nisu naša srca<br />U mrtvo deblo ljubavi<br />Samo djetlić kuca<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-1218539944662699038?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-40908903668065809132009-04-10T00:52:00.002+02:002009-05-10T12:12:56.022+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/Sd58QT1CU7I/AAAAAAAAAI0/juB8qssOtNY/s1600-h/41+-+Notturno.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/Sd58QT1CU7I/AAAAAAAAAI0/juB8qssOtNY/s400/41+-+Notturno.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322828429240980402" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Noćas se moje čelo žari,<br />noćas se moje vjeđe pote;<br />i moje misli san ozari,<br />umrijet ću noćas od ljepote.<br /><br />Duša je strasna u dubini,<br />ona je zublja u dnu noći;<br />plačimo, plačimo u tišini,<br />umrimo, umrimo u samoći.<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-4090890366806580913?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-76749013982454355392009-04-09T08:35:00.002+02:002009-05-10T12:12:23.899+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/Sd2Xb0TyIaI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Zo2Bvu_SS3g/s1600-h/40+-+Bez+rije%C4%8Di.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/Sd2Xb0TyIaI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Zo2Bvu_SS3g/s400/40+-+Bez+rije%C4%8Di.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322576838775677346" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Nedostaje mi riječi...<br />Nešto slično kao kad slikar<br />Miješajući boje ne dobiva željenu nijansu<br />Ili glazbenik ton ili željeni akord<br /><br />Želio sam večeras opisati sunce<br />Dok je krvarilo i umiralo na zapadu<br />Čak su me i oblaci podsjetili na krvavu gazu<br />Još više ističući katarzu<br />Kažem katarzu...<br />Jer sutra će se sunce nanovo roditi<br />Mlado, čisto i još ljepše nego što je bilo večeras<br /><br />Prekapao sam po umu i nisam našao riječi<br />Našao sam samo osjećaj....jer umom se osjeća<br />Iz uma sva žalost..iz uma i sreća<br />Ali dušom se ćuti<br />A kad dušom ćutimo<br />Ne nedostaju riječi<br />Jednostavno ...nisu potrebne<br />Šutimo...<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-7674901398245435539?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-20434944268149521622009-04-07T23:59:00.004+02:002009-05-10T12:12:08.390+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SdvM7THJu_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/6lh8TBKnpPI/s1600-h/39+-+Svjetionik.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SdvM7THJu_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/6lh8TBKnpPI/s400/39+-+Svjetionik.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322072703782992882" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Svjetionik je kao brižni otac<br />Koji tiho...nakon noćne smjene<br />Liježe...i pazi da usnule ne prene<br /><br />Noću...dugim svjetlećim rukama<br />Brodove nosi sigurnim lukama<br /><br />Tada svjetlom govori...Tu idi!<br />Gledaj...tu nema hridi!<br />Svojim užarenim srcem sluti<br />Gdje prolaze sigurni puti<br /><br />Rastjeruje mrak da put nađe<br />Kao djecu za ruku vodi lađe<br /><br />Ribari mu zorom mašu<br />Dok barkama...drvenim konjićima<br />Na plavome tepihu jašu<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-2043494426814952162?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-83522352008199935002009-04-07T02:28:00.002+02:002009-05-10T12:11:50.185+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/Sdqec6Ltw5I/AAAAAAAAAIc/LUeyftdiHwc/s1600-h/38+-+Kada+jutrom+jugo+zapu%C5%A1e.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/Sdqec6Ltw5I/AAAAAAAAAIc/LUeyftdiHwc/s400/38+-+Kada+jutrom+jugo+zapu%C5%A1e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321740129183581074" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Kada jutrom jugo zapuše<br />Tvojim imenom zamiriše<br />A na žalu samo ja i vrijeme<br />Što umjesto tebe grli me<br /><br />Tvoje srce kao stijena je<br />Koju plima nikad ne dirne<br />Pa u more bacam svoje sne<br />Ali ih ono vraća do mene<br />Kada tama sunce izbriše<br />Pomislim da tu si kraj mene<br />Al na žalu samo ja i vjetar<br /><br />Što ti ime tiho šapuće<br />Ja nisam od onih<br />Što za ljubav molim<br />Ti saznati nećeš<br />Koliko te volim<br />Sve suze zbog tebe<br />Što more će skriti<br />Znam da neće moju ljubav<br />Ljubav ugasiti<br /><br />Kada jutrom jugo zapuše<br />Tvojim imenom zamiriše<br />A na žalu samo ja i vjetar<br />Što ti ime tiho šapuće.<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-8352235200819993500?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-83022372845447128242009-04-06T01:39:00.004+02:002009-05-10T12:11:17.490+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SdlBhFy8RoI/AAAAAAAAAIU/O9MmmSzNx0Y/s1600-h/37+-+Brdo+%C5%A1to+se+zove+nada.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SdlBhFy8RoI/AAAAAAAAAIU/O9MmmSzNx0Y/s400/37+-+Brdo+%C5%A1to+se+zove+nada.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321356471462282882" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">'Ajmo čekati vrijeme da počne unatrag teći!<br />Jer, svemir će (kažu znalci), baš u tu fazu prijeći.<br />Potražimo naše mjesto (nek' to bude mjesto moći),<br />Na nama je samo sačekati kad će vrijeme natrag doći.<br />U veliku kutiju složit ću sve svoje grijehe.<br />I ti stavi svoje - zajedno su manje teške.<br />Popnimo se na brdo, što nada se zove, i čekajmo...<br />Čekajmo sebe - potpuno drukčije i potpuno nove.<br />Ispod milijuna zvijezda,<br />Bez imalo strasti, bez imalo suza i smijeha,<br />Mi još uvijek čekamo naše vrijeme<br />S kutijom svojih grijeha<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-8302237284544712824?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-81454743794002784422009-04-05T00:09:00.004+02:002009-05-10T12:10:57.474+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SdfascVT46I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Hl_BRBil3iY/s1600-h/36+-+Ne+budi+me.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SdfascVT46I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Hl_BRBil3iY/s400/36+-+Ne+budi+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320961941816206242" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Vraćam se tebi kao pjesmama<br />Starim prijateljima...zavičaju<br />Bez potrebe da ih mijenjam<br />Želeći samo da žive i traju<br /><br />Vraćam se tebi kao djetinjstvu<br />Kroz sjećanja...kao bljesak<br />Ne mogavši vratiti vrijeme<br />Širim prste nek' iscuri pijesak<br /><br />Kao mlad vraćam se tebi u snovima<br />I kad te sretnem uvijek te zamolim<br />Budi tiha i hodaj na prstima<br />Da ne probudiš me dok te volim<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-8145474379400278442?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-49242549048838738532009-04-04T00:49:00.006+02:002009-05-10T12:10:38.836+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SdaSsPmqvHI/AAAAAAAAAIE/hOo6Jt7B9MI/s1600-h/35+-+Kao+ti.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SdaSsPmqvHI/AAAAAAAAAIE/hOo6Jt7B9MI/s400/35+-+Kao+ti.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320601298585435250" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> Ti mi činiš krasne stvari, ti me činiš sretnim,<br />I kad mi loše krene ti si tu,<br />Uvijek kraj mene<br /><br />Od kada su igre grube lijepo je znati,<br />Da čovjek ima nekog kao ti,<br />Na svojoj strani<br /><br />Kao ti, kao ti, kao ti<br /><br />Ti znaš da ja nisam od velikih riječi,<br />Ono što osjećam teško je reči,<br />Ipak želim da znaš - volim te<br />(Ipak želim da znaš - volim te)<br /><br />Kao ti, kao ti, kao ti<br /><br />Ja nisam od jučer, imam dosta iza sebe<br />Al' ni jedna prije značila mi nije.<br /><br />Kao ti, kao ti, kao ti.<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-4924254904883873853?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-26661249848690975722009-04-03T02:59:00.004+02:002009-05-10T12:10:11.186+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SdVfwnSCUaI/AAAAAAAAAH8/WzGZr0FeIPs/s1600-h/34+-+U+ti%C5%A1ini.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SdVfwnSCUaI/AAAAAAAAAH8/WzGZr0FeIPs/s400/34+-+U+ti%C5%A1ini.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320263823591100834" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Nečujno je trava odlučila rasti<br />Nečujno je i cvijeće izabralo cvasti<br /><br />Nečujno...evo noći<br />Nečujno...dan će doći<br />Nečujno...svjetlo prelazi u boje<br />Nečujno...ljubav u nas dvoje<br /><br />Sve najljepše je u tišini<br />Kao more u dubini<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-2666124984869097572?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-46238502240643988712009-04-02T00:05:00.005+02:002009-05-10T12:09:46.673+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SdPlgkoSj5I/AAAAAAAAAH0/-fm9TriVUtI/s1600-h/33+-+Nevera.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SdPlgkoSj5I/AAAAAAAAAH0/-fm9TriVUtI/s400/33+-+Nevera.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319847932605927314" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Samo dođe, nikoga ne pita<br />I sve lipo pitura u sivo<br />Ništa čovik, ništa tu ne more<br />Kad nevera dotakne ti život<br /><br />Ka nevera, ka nevera<br />Sad me tira da se spasin<br />Pa da skupin pamet i konope<br />I da vežen šta se vezat more<br /><br />Šta je puklo, jednom na dva dila<br />Tek izličit more samo vrime<br />A di sada kad sam misli da sve iman<br />Ide ona koju jedino triban<br /><br />Ka nevera...<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-4623850224064398871?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-15947602704948915882009-04-01T00:01:00.004+02:002009-05-10T12:08:46.538+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SdKSx9Af_9I/AAAAAAAAAHs/aRiDKUsZsfw/s1600-h/32+-+Ve%C4%8Deras.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SdKSx9Af_9I/AAAAAAAAAHs/aRiDKUsZsfw/s400/32+-+Ve%C4%8Deras.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319475496765882322" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Večeras kad nestanu<br />Sve naše obmane<br />Birat ću riječi<br />Nježne i probrane<br />Pjesmom ti reći<br />Da volim te<br /><br />Ne reci mi tada<br />Da pretjerujem<br />Pusti da nadam se<br />I vjerujem<br />Da tvoja šutnja<br />Govori isto<br /><br />Noćas će mjesec<br />Voziti zlatnu kočiju<br />Neka uzme sjene<br />Iz naših očiju<br /><br />Ti i ja mislimo isto...<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-1594760270494891588?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-77032414771375050062009-03-31T09:07:00.003+02:002009-05-10T12:08:18.845+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SdHBlZBs3CI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6BHxGjRj3cY/s1600-h/31+-+Da+me+pojubi%C5%A1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SdHBlZBs3CI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6BHxGjRj3cY/s400/31+-+Da+me+pojubi%C5%A1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319245483018607650" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Evo se vuku kasne litnje ure.<br />Ja mira nimam, krv tilon vrije.<br />Ka vitar kliznija bi ti kroz škure<br />da te probudin ko nitko prije.<br /><br />I da ti rečen koliko te jubim<br />svi pusti libri bili bi malo.<br />A da se stisneš tu uz moje grudi<br />bez jedne riči sve bi se znalo.<br /><br />Najliplja među svim lipima<br />usne mi svoje daj.<br /><br />Da me pojubiš, da te pojubim,<br />pitali bi pošto svit?<br />Da me pojubiš, da te pojubim<br />pivali bi anđeli.<br /><br /><br />Da me pojubiš, da te pojubim<br />nima tega ča ti ne bi da.<br />Misec i zvizde ča nebom klize<br />sve bi ti skinija.<br /><br />Od sriće cilo srce bi bilo<br />kad bi me jubilo.<br /><br />Još da je malo po´tvoje lancune.<br />Posteja topla tajne ti skriva,<br />duše i tila najlipje bokune.<br />Ti imaš ono ča meni triba.<br /><br />Najlipša među svim lipima.<br />Usne mi svoje daj.<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-7703241477137505006?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-65735042472624458122009-03-30T01:01:00.003+02:002009-05-10T12:07:37.654+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/Sc_9_VAAykI/AAAAAAAAAHc/8LX0fiBccdU/s1600-h/30+-+More.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/Sc_9_VAAykI/AAAAAAAAAHc/8LX0fiBccdU/s400/30+-+More.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318748949358627394" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I gledam more gdje se k meni penje<br />i slušam more dobro jutro veli<br />i ono sluša mene i ja mu šapćem<br />o dobro jutro more kažem tiho<br />pa opet tiše ponovim mu pozdrav<br />a more sluša pa se smije<br />pa šuti pa se smije pa se penje<br />i gledam more i gledam more zlato<br />i gledam more gdje se k meni penje<br />i dobro jutro kažem more zlato<br />i dobro jutro more more kaže<br />i zagrli me more oko vrata<br />i more i ja i ja s morem zlatom<br />sjedimo skupa na žalu vrh brijega<br />i smijemo se i smijemo se moru<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-6573504247262445812?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-47959219483415488862009-03-28T01:20:00.003+01:002009-05-10T12:06:11.660+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/Sc1tb6MVIzI/AAAAAAAAAHM/BHlsfZRpTXA/s1600-h/28+-+Zbog+tebe.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/Sc1tb6MVIzI/AAAAAAAAAHM/BHlsfZRpTXA/s400/28+-+Zbog+tebe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318027061239292722" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Zbog tebe bih mogao<br />Napisati ljubavnu pjesmu<br />U njoj će oblaci<br />Postati bijeli jedrenjaci<br /><br />Najljepšem u toj regati<br />Tvoje ću ime dati<br />Pa i ako kiša počne rositi<br />Ništa zato...<br />I te će kapi tvoje ime nositi<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-4795921948341548886?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-63575185976642281552009-03-27T01:09:00.004+01:002009-05-10T12:05:46.362+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/ScwZcvgq0ZI/AAAAAAAAAHE/c1nuhyvpcM0/s1600-h/27+-+Ki%C5%A1no+jutro.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/ScwZcvgq0ZI/AAAAAAAAAHE/c1nuhyvpcM0/s400/27+-+Ki%C5%A1no+jutro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317653241598235026" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">dva oblaka skupa<br />(a jutro tek pupa)<br /><br />crni se mršti<br />munjama pršti<br /><br />bijeli se seli<br />vjetru veseli<br /><br />dva oblaka skupa<br />a kiša… grad kupa<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-6357518597664228155?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-88794357418939070712009-03-26T00:04:00.004+01:002009-05-10T12:05:22.181+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/Scq4ueKuF3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/2EDkmN50Jqc/s1600-h/26+-+Ako+da%C5%A1+mi+ruku.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/Scq4ueKuF3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/2EDkmN50Jqc/s400/26+-+Ako+da%C5%A1+mi+ruku.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317265418575812466" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Daj mi ruku da potražimo otok<br />Čiji je pijesak nježniji od morske pjene<br />Gdje svoj strah možeš predati moru<br />Neka ga vali mrve i razbiju od stijene<br /><br />Daj mi ruku i kad nađemo taj otok<br />Slijedeći samo galebove što visoko lete<br />Raduj se sa mnom nejljepšem zalazu<br />Na isti način kao što raduje se dijete<br /><br />Ako daš mi ruku kada nađemo taj otok<br />I ako mi kažeš da vjeruješ u mene<br />Kad sunce zađe...i kad nas ne bude bilo<br />Ostaju zagrljene naše sjene<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-8879435741893907071?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-47445139748590105202009-03-25T07:27:00.002+01:002009-05-10T12:04:49.085+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/ScnO7n9DTNI/AAAAAAAAAG0/J0Hd-DXSLg0/s1600-h/25+-+Vlakom+prema+oprostu.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/ScnO7n9DTNI/AAAAAAAAAG0/J0Hd-DXSLg0/s400/25+-+Vlakom+prema+oprostu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317008358820236498" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">prema Oprostu<br />vlakovi stalno voze<br />na ukrcaj stigneš<br />bez gužve, nervoze<br /><br />kad svoju taštinu<br />hrabrošću premostiš<br />(sat krene unatrag)<br />tad otputuješ… oprostiš<br /><br />nakon Oprosta…<br />srce se nasmije<br />(ili malčice još tuguje)<br />što ne oprosti prije<br /><br />i zapamti…<br />(ako je Oprost posrijedi)<br />povratna karta<br />ti zauvijek vrijedi<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-4744513974859010520?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-78517436359000483482009-03-24T00:12:00.002+01:002009-05-10T12:04:12.782+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/ScgYDNaBVQI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9-l8rnLEHMw/s1600-h/24+-+Dugo+u+no%C4%87.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/ScgYDNaBVQI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9-l8rnLEHMw/s400/24+-+Dugo+u+no%C4%87.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316525803528344834" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Dugo u noć, u zimsku gluhu noć<br />Moja mati bijelo platno tka.<br /><br />Njen pognut lik i prosjede njene kose<br />Odavna je već zališe suzama.<br /><br />Trak lampe s prozora pružen je čitavim dvorištem<br />Po snijegu što vani pada<br />U tišini bez kraja, u tišini bez kraja:<br />Anđeli s neba, nježnim rukama,<br />Spuštaju smrzle zvjezdice na zemlju<br />Pazeć da ne bi zlato moje probudili.<br /><br />Dugo u noć, u zimsku pustu noć<br />Moja mati bijelo platno tka.<br /><br />O, majko žalosna!kaži, što to sja<br />U tvojim očima<br /><br />Dugo u noć,u zimsku bijelu noć?<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-7851743635900048348?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-37994660953433807552009-03-23T00:21:00.003+01:002009-05-10T12:02:43.439+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/ScbIYBD8DfI/AAAAAAAAAGk/OH1A_gM6RUQ/s1600-h/23+-+Eto...na+nebu+sam.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 151px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/ScbIYBD8DfI/AAAAAAAAAGk/OH1A_gM6RUQ/s400/23+-+Eto...na+nebu+sam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316156725084818930" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">na nebu oblaci…<br />kredom bijelom<br />modrinu kroje<br /><br />tebi mila…<br />(od prozračnoga tila)<br />večernju haljinu nebesko plave boje<br /><br />pitaš kako znam…<br />eto… na nebu sam<br />otkad očima ubrah cvijeće s haljine tvoje<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-3799466095343380755?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-66360227273236141832009-03-22T00:57:00.002+01:002009-05-10T12:01:25.491+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/ScV_QhtLivI/AAAAAAAAAGc/SqOXaCjQPG8/s1600-h/22+-+More+ljubavi.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 153px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/ScV_QhtLivI/AAAAAAAAAGc/SqOXaCjQPG8/s400/22+-+More+ljubavi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315794857083243250" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Potoni u moru ljubavi<br />Bez glasa<br />Tiho<br />Kao riba<br />Jer to more je beskraj<br />Kao majka nek' te ziba<br /><br />Pusti nek' uspava te<br />U svom krevetu od soli<br />Ne misli na dno ni obale<br />Na sutra<br />Ni na boli<br /><br />Kad potoneš u more ljubavi<br />Ne trebaš ni veza ni luke<br />Potoneš u nečije oči<br />Zagrle te nečije ruke<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-6636022727323614183?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-41492423917115255482009-03-21T00:07:00.005+01:002009-05-10T12:00:39.912+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/ScQh1FRc8DI/AAAAAAAAAGU/fTNlWiq0_w4/s1600-h/21+-+Prekasno+je.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/ScQh1FRc8DI/AAAAAAAAAGU/fTNlWiq0_w4/s400/21+-+Prekasno+je.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315410656036188210" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">dirala je moje pjesme<br />splela se u moje rime<br />nije znala da se ne smije<br />da će nemir dobit s time<br /><br />sad se sama sebi čudi<br />kako ćuti pjesme moje<br />dok se noću s pjesmom budi<br />šapće duša… prekrasno je<br /><br />dirala je moje riječi<br />udomila ih kao svoje<br />um bi htio da to spriječi<br />al' srce viče… prekasno je!<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-4149242391711525548?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-14062325407364259242009-03-20T01:19:00.003+01:002009-05-10T12:00:13.350+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/ScLhQdjqEPI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wEiHb_PMpfA/s1600-h/20+-+Malo+more.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/ScLhQdjqEPI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wEiHb_PMpfA/s400/20+-+Malo+more.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315058183178948850" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">U zrncu soli zarobljena slika<br />Svih riba, barki, luka, brodova<br />Sačuvano svjetlo svjetionika<br />Okus i miris morskih plodova<br /><br />Treba mi jedna žličica mala<br />Samo onako...radi fore<br />U njoj ću otopiti dva kristala<br />I eto ti draga...malo more<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-1406232540736425924?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-65014400610133932232009-03-18T18:58:00.001+01:002009-05-10T11:59:46.707+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/ScE3vUU5flI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Zmkb-_U2nVc/s1600-h/19+-+Suze+od+smole.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/ScE3vUU5flI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Zmkb-_U2nVc/s400/19+-+Suze+od+smole.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314590321323638354" border="0" /></a>Zamisli da si vjetar<br />A ja da sam drvo<br />I reci mi...koji list<br />Dodirnula bi prvo<br /><br />Jer budeš li lahor<br />Što svoju krošnju išće<br />Znat ću da si tu<br />Kad zatreperi mi lišće<br /><br />Bude li tad jesen<br />A moje grane gole<br />Pusti me da plačem<br />Suzama od smole<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-6501440061013393223?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-86058327947478437922009-03-18T14:57:00.003+01:002009-05-10T11:59:18.474+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/ScD-u98AY3I/AAAAAAAAAF0/2kKOpeAAX8o/s1600-h/16+-+Moje+misli.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/ScD-u98AY3I/AAAAAAAAAF0/2kKOpeAAX8o/s400/16+-+Moje+misli.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314527643150869362" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Kao što nijema slika<br />pogledom sve govori<br />i kao kad ispred tebe<br />netko vrata zatvori<br /><br />drhtale su usne kao prut<br />nisam znao da smo zadnji put<br />e, da su stigle da te poljube<br />možda bi i samnom ostale<br /><br />Moje misli tebi odlaze<br />lako dođu a teško prolaze<br />iz daljina k'o da čujem glas<br />gotovo je nema više vremena za nas<br /><br />Kao kad stare slike<br />vremenom ti izblijede<br />i nikada oni dani<br />više se ne dogode<br /><br />moje suze noć je sakrila<br />cijelog me u crno zavila<br />e da si htjela me poljubiti<br />mogla si se i zaljubiti<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-8605832794747843792?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-48008630148517363272009-03-17T00:14:00.003+01:002009-05-10T11:58:45.358+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/Sb7dqqPAmLI/AAAAAAAAAFs/vmtR04tBwBQ/s1600-h/18+-+Otok+u+moru.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/Sb7dqqPAmLI/AAAAAAAAAFs/vmtR04tBwBQ/s400/18+-+Otok+u+moru.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313928335305250994" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">zoveš me Otoče<br />smatraš usamljenikom<br />osjećaš me spasiocem<br />a sebe… utopljenikom<br /><br />(dok se nismo znali…<br />sanjala si o mojoj obali)<br /><br />ali izgled obale<br />morske mijene tvore<br />zato pristajem… bit ću Otok<br />a Ti budi moje more<br /><br />(dok se nismo znali…<br />sanjao sam da me miluju tvoji vali)<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-4800863014851736327?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-89485009359959747912009-03-16T02:50:00.004+01:002009-05-10T11:58:03.034+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/Sb2wv8sulLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/YZSleMh8x78/s1600-h/17+-+Jedna+suza+na+tvom+licu.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/Sb2wv8sulLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/YZSleMh8x78/s400/17+-+Jedna+suza+na+tvom+licu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313597473161122994" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Jedna suza na tvom licu<br />opekla me one noći<br />kad sam tebi rek'o, mila<br />da ti više neću doći<br /><br />Tu sam suzu izbrisao<br />al' me ona i sad peče<br />i seća me na tu ljubav<br />na to naše zadnje veče<br /><br />Sede vlasi već cvetaju<br />strasti su mi davno mirne<br />za tu suzu, ja te molim<br />draga moja, ne kuni me<br /><br />Iako je sve to prošlo<br />u duši se tuga skriva<br />samo osta jedna suza<br />što se nikad ne izliva<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-8948500935995974791?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-81763356801954629442009-03-14T00:17:00.004+01:002009-05-10T11:57:14.491+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/Sbrpvk7p7oI/AAAAAAAAAE0/m-w8fDF1eQw/s1600-h/15+-+Pjeni+se+more.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 196px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/Sbrpvk7p7oI/AAAAAAAAAE0/m-w8fDF1eQw/s400/15+-+Pjeni+se+more.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312815714013933186" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Uzdišu vali<br />--Pjeni se more--<br />Pred njim smo mali<br />--Pjeni se more--<br />Pljuskanjem budi<br />Čežnje i žudi<br />Godina ludih<br />--Pjeni se more.<br /><br />Što me to boli?<br />--Pjeni se more--<br />Da l' me još voli?<br />--Pjeni se more--<br />Sve što imadoh<br />Ljubavi dadoh,<br />Poražen padoh<br />--Pjeni se more.<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-8176335680195462944?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-65299579951051711272009-03-13T14:19:00.003+01:002009-05-10T11:56:36.700+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SbpdfRmwnGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/_uyz0AfKyZU/s1600-h/14+-+Juzina.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SbpdfRmwnGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/_uyz0AfKyZU/s400/14+-+Juzina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312661502320221282" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Jugo će, kažu oni što vide<br />Da ponovo krećem na put za nigdje<br />Jugo se sprema, valovi dižu<br />Pogledi njeni me više ne stižu<br /><br />Dalekim sad plovim morem<br />Zaboravljam naše zore<br />Ostaje mi samo more<br />I vjetar što tuče u lice i dušu<br /><br />Galebovi u daljini, more i ja u blizini<br />Prilazi mi, ja mu pričam<br />O ljubavi jednoj što bila je davno<br /><br />Okreće jugo, more već vrije<br />Bog je uz mene, strah me nije<br />Samo što dalje, druga obala zove<br />Mislim na sutra, ostavljam snove<br /><br />Rakovi, školjke i morske alge<br />I mnogo, mnogo kamenog cvijeća<br />Na grobu mome umjesto svijeća<br />Svjetleće ribe držat će stražu<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-6529957995105171127?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-43067675737110268762009-03-11T00:37:00.003+01:002009-05-10T11:55:09.963+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/Sbb578_un3I/AAAAAAAAAEc/j5Zwq1sCEJo/s1600-h/12+-+Utjeha+kose.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/Sbb578_un3I/AAAAAAAAAEc/j5Zwq1sCEJo/s400/12+-+Utjeha+kose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311707618911100786" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Gledo sam te sinoć. U snu. Tužan. Mrtvu.<br />U dvorani kobnoj, u idili cvijeća,<br />Na visokom odru, u agoniji svijeća,<br />Gotov da ti predam život kao žrtvu.<br /><br />Nisam plako. Nisam. Zapanjen sam stao<br />U dvorani kobnoj, punoj smrti krasne,<br />Sumnjajući da su tamne oči jasne<br />Odakle mi nekad bolji život sjao.<br /><br />Sve baš, sve je mrtvo: oči, dah i ruke,<br />Sve što očajanjem htjedoh da oživim<br />U slijepoj stravi i u strasti muke,<br /><br />U dvorani kobnoj, mislima u sivim.<br />Samo kosa tvoja još je bila živa,<br />Pa mi reče: Miruj! U smrti se sniva.<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-4306767573711026876?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-35337179114100286242009-03-10T00:25:00.004+01:002009-05-10T11:53:50.735+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SbWliBywRGI/AAAAAAAAAEU/UH2uoEEkljo/s1600-h/11+-+Samo%C4%87a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SbWliBywRGI/AAAAAAAAAEU/UH2uoEEkljo/s400/11+-+Samo%C4%87a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311333339568817250" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Samoća je poput kiše.<br />U večeri iz mora se diže,<br />iz ravnica pustih i dalekih stiže,<br />ide u nebo, gdje je uvijek ima.<br />I tek sa neba pada po gradovima.<br /><br />Pada prije neg svjetlost izišla,<br />kad ulice se okreću spram zore,<br />i kad se tijela što nisu ništa našla,<br />razočarano dijele puna more,<br />i kada ljudi što od mržnje gore,<br />u postelji jednoj moraju da noće.<br /><br />Tad dolaze valovi samoće........<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-3533717911410028624?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-27150061322747898382009-03-09T00:22:00.004+01:002009-05-10T11:52:40.568+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SbRTZEW4ElI/AAAAAAAAAEM/YPr_PKCJGJw/s1600-h/10+-+U+pjeni.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SbRTZEW4ElI/AAAAAAAAAEM/YPr_PKCJGJw/s400/10+-+U+pjeni.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310961550708183634" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">kad na stijenu val skače<br />suzama od pjene plače<br />uplakan se moru vraća<br />slan od soli… slan od plača<br /><br />kad na stijenu val dođe<br />otkida je, mrvi… glođe<br />al' taj udarac i more boli<br />od suza je slano… ne od soli<br /><br />nad stijenu se val prope<br />u pjeni se suze stope<br />al' suze strast ne smire<br />na stijeni val umire<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-2715006132274789838?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-61358806720053760392009-03-08T00:22:00.003+01:002009-05-10T11:52:01.082+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SbMBw_CTRmI/AAAAAAAAADk/HG7zyjwydvs/s1600-h/9+-+Uvijek+mo%C5%BEe%C5%A1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SbMBw_CTRmI/AAAAAAAAADk/HG7zyjwydvs/s400/9+-+Uvijek+mo%C5%BEe%C5%A1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310590326666380898" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">za tebe sunce nebeskim svodom<br />s iglama zlatnim i rižinim bodom<br />od oblaka bijelu haljinu plete<br /><br />svaki oblak jedno malo klupko<br />u bijele niti razvući će ljupko<br />male ptice što pod svodom lete<br /><br />puhne li vjetar kada padne veče<br />sve će zvijezde… i manje i veće<br />samo zlatna dugmad na haljini biti<br /><br />zapuše li jače, a ne ovako blago<br />rasplete li je… svoje tijelo nago<br />uvijek možeš pod moje tijelo skriti<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-6135880672005376039?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-49092981940871025382009-03-07T00:11:00.003+01:002009-05-10T11:50:18.772+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SbGt4C8n9uI/AAAAAAAAADc/WoldqRq10_M/s1600-h/8+-+Od+takve+ljubavi.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SbGt4C8n9uI/AAAAAAAAADc/WoldqRq10_M/s400/8+-+Od+takve+ljubavi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310216614021953250" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">na ušću…<br />neće rijeka moru reći<br />daj me pusti… želim teći<br />kad svi izvori što rijeke tvore<br />sanjaju da budu more<br /><br />na ušću…<br />rijeka more ljubi<br />makar zna da gubi<br />svoje ime…<br />i sve sa njime<br /><br />na ušću…<br />rijeka moru preda<br />svoju memoriju<br />tok kroz dolinu<br />i izvor u gorju<br /><br />od takve ljubavi<br />čak ni moru nije svejedno<br />rijeka i more postaju jedno<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-4909298194087102538?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-80592559601312360202009-03-06T00:12:00.003+01:002009-05-10T11:47:08.051+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SbBcivxZOiI/AAAAAAAAADU/rubjzvo059Q/s1600-h/7+-+%C5%BDudnja.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/SbBcivxZOiI/AAAAAAAAADU/rubjzvo059Q/s400/7+-+%C5%BDudnja.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309845712678763042" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Nad mjesecom<br />Kad oblak zgusne<br />Sve što želim<br />Tvoje su usne<br /><br />Nemoj dušo<br />Da te noćas brine<br />Da nestat će žudnje<br />Nestane li mjesečine<br /><br />Jer i sinoć je oblak<br />Nad mjesecom bio<br />Pa je žudnja bdjela<br />Dok je mjesec snio<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-8059255960131236020?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004620483131397852.post-73441816508936291052009-03-05T05:37:00.004+01:002009-05-10T11:48:33.502+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/Sa9XLmvj_zI/AAAAAAAAADM/rW7a154hZ1Q/s1600-h/6+-+Budem+li+more.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DCYVgRGuLZw/Sa9XLmvj_zI/AAAAAAAAADM/rW7a154hZ1Q/s400/6+-+Budem+li+more.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309558342583320370" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">budeš li obala<br />što vale sniva<br />bit ću val<br />što te pokriva<br /><br />budem li more<br />i ništa drugo<br />za bonace<br />sanjat ću jugo<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004620483131397852-7344181650893629105?l=nonicro-nonicro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nonicrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13586420904312119552noreply@blogger.com4