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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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  3. Pejak Mirjana Peki
    TUGA NIZ OBRAZE
    Odlazio je uvijek dugim koracima
    odbacivši isprošeni srebrnjak
    a ispod ruke imao je staru igračku
    pohabanu
    i pokrpanu
    Imao je od života
    koliko ja znam
    potisnutu ljubav u srcu
    i nikada nije
    širom otvarao vrata doma
    da netko uđe
    ostane
    njegovim se zove
    Nekada davno
    iz čarobnog šešira
    stvarao bi osmijeh
    u rukavu
    krio smijeh do suza
    zlatnom prašinom
    nosio je pogled
    a niz lice
    klizila mu tuga
    U džepu hlača
    nosio je glazbu
    umjesto nota lebdjele su zvijezde
    na reveru
    klonuo mu cvijet
    nikada nije sreću pronašao
    da barem nije bilo tuge
    što klizila je niz obraze
    (Prow. Quantum.Xm) „Latice krizantema“ 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.—————————————–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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