Pjesma iz Burana

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vasionka

...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. Eho iz bunara…igri sjena i suma odlijevanja

    Zaskripi li dzeram nekad mog bunara sto kraj puta osta
    sjetis li se samotnjaka
    da mu rukom das zivota

    Dal mu lanac kad otpustis s’ vrata……………..(h.d)

    Halid Dizdarevic
    December 23, 2012 at 11:45am ·
    Bila je Ona…Maida i mi…tren bezvremen u zvonu mom. I kad me je pohodila plamen je bio …za krv srcem da provri…dok ljubiti sam tu zenu,ljepotu njenu, pozelio.Zvonarem duse i njenim uzetom…tornjem ljubavi ,na samrti, smrt zvonio.U sjeni drugih krisom je trazio…mirisom zar sto pece gasio i vjetar iz pogleda kleo kad me dodirom ljepote ugarkom tvorio.Tijelom njenim ruke spustio…nisam …ni sam ne znam sta se u njoj krilo…jel Vrac ljubavi il je to samo njeno…moje bilo…plamenom od zeravice sto se tijelom skrilo.Njom sagorjeti …pepeo za “urnu” biti Lijepoj Maidi…a htio samo nju…idilicnu i nestvarnu…voljeti …behar dahom od leda cuvati…od zgasnuca sacuvati…zelio sam ,u nemoci zeljan ,skrojen plamen…taj Maide znamen…svojim pirom ljubiti.(h.d)

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