Miss Sunshine :)
Neke moje pesme
1.Cekanje kao prezivljavanje
Svi mi cekamo nesto,
Bila to sreca ,ili ljubav ,
Mi bez ceznje ne postojimo,
Ne postoji nista sto nas moze usreciti
I ne postoji niko ko nas moze zadovoljiti,
Osim onoga za cime zudimo,
A onda I to postane nebitno,u bledilu i…
U zaboravu….. :////
2.Moje neme noci
Ove noci cekam samo jedno.
Cekam ono za sta znam da dolazi.
Sve neprospavane noci,
Koje do sada su bile nebitne,
Sada su postale bitne,
I sve isplakane suze ,
Koje sam do sada prolivala
Koje su se sasusile u sekundi nestavsi,
sada su postale vecne.
Prisecam se stare slike,
Molim za stare dane,
Nadam se, desice ponovo.
A hoce.Bar jednom…
3.Prost opis pesnickog zivota
Zivim za sutra,
pustajuci danas da ostane proslost
Zivim u proslosti
Cekam nesto sto se mozda nece ni desti,
ili cak hoce,
Umirem,radjam se ponovo, I ustajem.
Ja ustajem.
Ali nemo,bez zvuka , u vetru sto brise sve sto je ostalo od nas,
ljudi bez srvhe,bez necega da nas sacuva
bez igde ikoga.
To smo mi,ljudske proplalice,
Mi zivimo na tudjim osecanjima,
Nema svrhe da osecamo jer je za nas taj svet ionako prazan,
kao slepa ulica,
kao neki drugi svet,smesten na plocu
ako predjemo ivicu nase fantazije,
propadamo,o nama se samo jos sanja,
Nase postojanje se zavrsava u magli I misteriji.
Zasto postojimo onda?
Koji je cilj naseg postojanja?
Kad posle kratkog vremena izbledimo,
izgubimo zelju za zivot,
tako kratko,
Napustamo tela
I ona bivaju lutke
Satkane od krvi I mesa
Isprljane ljudskoscu .
Za nas predstoji samo praznina.
Moja pesma na engleskom
Feel it again,I feel you again,feeling it teers me apart,to feel the pain again It never really goes awaay.
Feeling alive,just to feel you hug,I’d sacrifice everything that I can’t live without.
Again and again,times go by ,and when I realized that,I knew that we can’t be just friends.
But, baby it’ll come,the day when you’d have to turn away.
It’ll be me,I’m gonna make the mistake that I will never regret.
Feeling it’s here,oh , it never goes awaay,and baby you know tomorrow is my birthday…
Your gonna be here,and she’s gonna be here,and I’m gonna be shy.
And only one that’s losing…
But that’s because I love you…..
(#)
Hej, ovo je prvi put da blogujem, i nisam sigurna da znam kako se to tacno radi.Ali, hej,slusajte ovo.Moracu da napisem rad o bilo cemu sto budem htela na engleskom,ako nekog interesuje i zna engleski,evo pocetka/uvoda. :) ;)
Uvod
It
was an ordinary,autumn, scool day,and Sharlotte was happy to know that class
ends in ten minutes.She had English and she was bored,she wanted to go
home.See, some poetry about your love to your family CAN’T be that
interesting,it just can’t.And it wasn’t.But, suddenly, the teacher,Mr. Walkins,
said that by the end of this school season her whole class needs to write a
project about something interesting, in their familys.The grade they get will
represent them in town newspapers and they will get free college application.To
Sharlotte that seemed like a cool idea,because then she will get to the college
easier and she always needed that,and the college she wanted to go to was very
expencive.She feared that her mother couldn’t afford that.She was dreaming to
go to Oxford,and that’s far away in England.She lives in a small town called
White Sky Flowers in South Wells.It’s a poor town in south coast of Celtic sea
near the Cambric mountains.It’s beautiful there,but it’s small and after a
while you want to go away and find a life.She lives with her mother,her
grandfather and her grandmother.Her dad was lost,and she heard some interesting
stories about her ancestor,Sarah,who died mysterios death.Hey!Maybe she can do
her project about that.But how can she find out the truth?She heard stories
from her classmates,who heard them from their moms and dads and families.She’s
embarest to ask her grandma, I mean what will she think of her?Maybe she’ll
think Sharlotte’s crazy, and maybe not?What will Sharlotte do?.... FIND OUT…
