Je li ovo ljubav, ili bolna jedna Potreba da ljubim? Ova želja plava, Je li želja srca mocnoga i cedna? Ili napor duše koja malaksava? Je li ovo žena koju ljubim zbilja? Ili sen na prolasku preko moga puta, Tumaranje misli bez svesti i cilja, I sve delo jednog bolnog minuta! Ne znam, no na medji toga sna i jave Vidim moje srce da cezne i peti. I suze kad dodu rane zakrvave- Ja ni onda od tog ništa necu znati. Jovan Ducic |
onaj koji ne zna nista, nista ne voli. onaj koji ne ume nista, nista ne razume. onaj koji ne razume nista, taj je bezvredan. no, onaj koji razume, taj i voli, zabelezi, vidi...svako sto zamislja da svo voce zri u istom vremenu kad i jagoda, taj ne zna nista za grozdje... |
AND IT FEELS LIKE Leanne Rimes I remember every touch, every flower, every word you ever said I remember how we looked at each other the very first time we met I never forget I remember every smile, every letter, every kiss you gave to me How we'd talk and you'd hold me for hours until I'd fall fast asleep You said you would always be there should I need your arms around me But now that I've fallen to my knees I don't think you give a damn about me And it feels like we're running out of time And it feels like I'm the last thing on your mind Oh, I can touch your skin, I can hear you breathe Baby will you tell me what's wrong 'Cause it feels like... you're already gone Did you leave in the middle of the night and forget to say goodbye? Did you feel it was time to go but you didn't wanna see me cry And it's harder and harder for me to believe that you still love me So get on with it baby if you're gonna leave, it's not worth saving And it feels like we're running out of time And it feels like I'm the last thing on your mind Oh, I can touch your skin, I can hear you breathe Baby will you tell me what's wrong 'Cause it feels like... you're already gone My heart is telling me its too late to beg you to stay You wouldn't hear me anyway And it feels like we're running out of time And it feels like I'm the last thing on your mind Oh, I can touch your skin, I can hear you breathe Baby will you tell me what's wrong 'Cause it feels like... you're already gone And it feels like we're running out of time And it feels like I'm the last thing on your mind Oh, I can touch your skin, I can hear you breathe Baby will you tell me what's wrong 'Cause it feels like... you're already gone |
Rim izdignut od iskone je tvoj dom...U tebi je vec odavno zapocela etida zivota... A djetinstvo tajanstveno kako rec u pesmi... Svoju snagu si predao na sceni sto ti zivot znaci...Zasto si tuzan ? Zasto ti je osmeh blag, a na licu imas suzu ? Tajanstven kao misterija, kao pesmu koju nisu zavrsili...Ko si ti kojim sam ja opsednut ? Sijena jednog lica ? Jesi tudja ili moja ? |
Drzim te u ruci, cvijetu moj, polako ulazeci u tvoju neznost... Drzim te u ruci, a ti me opijas sa tvojom dusom, koja se siri kao miris... Gubeci miris, ti umires, bez suzu, a ja se pitam, jel boli kad se umire ? Drzim te u ruci, ti mrtav cvijetu moj, drzim te u ruci... |
.....Ako ti vreme daje prostora, ti se seti srece, Ako ti ptica daje pesmu, ti je pokloni meni, Ako ti proljece pokloni cvjece, nemoj ga skidati U cvjecu je djetetova dusa..... za tebe, spuky |
.....Sinoc je vece bilo ispunjeno nemirnim duhom, izgubljeno u vecnu pustinju, daleko od zlobnih prstiju, osvetnika u noci, kradljivca snova, skupljaca gorkih suza, vecnog zlobnog oblaka..... .....Pozvao sam do sebe postara tajnih snova i pustio sam poruku do tebe i tvoju jasnu zvezdu, a potom sam strpljivo cekao, drhtajuci kao plasljivo lane..... .....Cekao sam, cekao da cujem glas slavuja ili da se u daljini pojavi iskra bisernog oka..... .....Vetar je kruzio iznad mene kao ranjeni orao, mesec gledao s ocima punim bolom, zasto si me sinoc ostavila sa suzama ? |
The name Horus comes from the Egyptian word Hor, which translates as 'face'. We find him worshipped as Mekhenti-irry which translates as 'He who has on his brow Two Eyes', the sun and moon representing his eyes. On nights when there is no moon we find him worshipped as Mekhenti-en-irty, 'He who on his brow has no eyes', in this form he was considered the god of the blind. The followers of Horus invaded Egypt in pre dynastic history, at this time he was venerated as a victorious warlord. He became a part of the state religion and was associated with the sun god, Ra. Horus was so important to the state religion that Pharaohs were considered his human manifestation and even took on the name Horus. In the more popular religious beliefs of the Osiris cults he was the son of Osiris and Isis. The avenger of his father's murder and the model of a dutiful son. It is in these stories that we find him doing battle with his uncle, Seth. |