Koja je tajna našeg srca, žalosti?

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...loyal...liar, big time...brutal...again brutal...love all kids, especially those with autistic disorder...love music, that mathematics of all the worlds...again loooooooove music...read, read and read even more...love to write...loooove to write poems&songs...tales...more tales...manicure nails, no, no, never...love to seek, seek big time...explore...love God...again love God, that greatest freak of all the times... odd fellow...love major guy in the underworld...love equinox...indeed love equinox...mmmmmmm, love blood, that knowledge thing...don't know how to love...love myself mostly and ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...love freaks...again love freaks...all freaks...hate to share bed with anyone but one...love one grandmother and her son...her son...her dead son...love men...mmmmmmmm, love men with attitude...love men with attitude again...love gracefully women...mmmmmm, muses...adore troubadour...love night...again love night...love light...hate order...hate paper money...love symbols...adore symbols...love frustration...love hard lesson...tatoo...mmmmmmmm, haaaaaard lesson...

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  1. bice da je oprastanje uslovljeno sumom loma iz zalosti klizista savrseno jasnog u posljedici 😉
    Nece biti da motiva za oprostaj biti nece dok smo razapeti strikom…od srece do nesrece
    Biti ce da redo-sljedom svoje tajne oslobadjas …grljenju odana…na mudrost svedena i oltarom ljubavi u meni probudjenja

    Bas mi naumtrehnu jedan fragmet iz bosanskog vilajeta

    http://youtu.be/gNj-g2h58_g

    No,kako sam i ovakav i onakav,pocesto nikakav,bas danas na jednom portalu upisa i ovo a tema je bila “hrabri govor” pa reko…da se tog govora prihvatim jer snaga u onom ‘dole”da razvali ono “gore” i tako u krug obrnutim smjerom……………….Drzava je to moj jaro a drzava je simbol represije ili jahac na magarcu koji udara u guslarske strune i popijeva…Ah meraka dok je mraka…crna noci …ne otvaraj zore moci…tamu pijem sabah da ubijem…ojla…ojlalala

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