http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ULMtbisYdCQ
Naslov pesmi: Tornero
Izvajalec: I Santo California
Album: Se Davvero Mi Vuoi Bene ... Tornero
Leto: 1974
Zgodovwina:
S to pesmijo so se ISC prebili na wrh Italije, nekaj kasneje so postali globalni, pesem je bila predwajana po wsem swetu in besedilo le-te prewedeno w mnogo jezikow.
Kljub wsesplošni slawi so w Italiji utrpeli hladen tuš, saj jih niso predwajali praktično na nobeni pomembnejših glasbenih TV oddaj.
Na prestižnem glasbenem Sanremo festivalu so, leta 1978, kot tekmowalci, s pesmijo 'Monica' pristali na tretjem mestu.
Po tem uspehu ali neuspehu, so počasi zbledeli w ozadje in nastopali le še na regionalnih in lokalnih sejmih.
Tornero:
Pesem gowori o dečku, ki odhaja z wlakom in zapušča swojo ljubezen, swoje dekle.
Prešlo je leto, on pa še naprej hrepeni po njej in njeni ljubezni in obljublja, 'Tornero', da se bo wrnil ...
Zaključek:
Nikoli se nisem poglabljala w besedilo, mogoče sem ga razumela kot otrok, a wsakič, ko sem jo slišala, me je pesem pretresla ...
Tako ali drugače, namerno oddaja mogočno energijo, w kateri tiči moč njegowe obljube, njej in samemu sebi. I Santo California so wsa ta čustwa (w tej obljubi) čudowito pretworili w melanhonično melodijo, ki je kljub temu prelepo barvita.
Opombe:
Kar se tiče zatona skupine, to se dogaja, ko žiwiš med fowšljiwci, naj jih bo sram, band je bil preweč dober za izumrtje!
Kar se tiče pesmi, res mi je žal tega tipa, ampak bodimo realni, ženska ga je pozabila po kakšnem mesecu ali šestih in ga zamenjala za nekega waškega bogatina.
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Song Title: Tornero
Performers: I Santo California
Album: Se Davvero Mi Vuoi Bene ... Tornero
Year: 1974
History:
With this song ISC got their breakthrough to the top of Italy, and a bit later they suddenly went global, the song was aired worldwide and the lyrics were translated into many languages.
Notwithstanding the fame they had achieved in the World the band was snubbed in Italy, for they were hardly broadcasted in any of the principal musical TV programs.
At the prestigius Sanremo Music Festival 1978, the group as contestans ended up in third place with a song titled 'Monica'.
After that success or failure, they slowly faded away and were left off performing at regional and local fairs.
Tornero:
The song speaks to us through a boy, who's leaving by a train, abandoning his love, his girl.
A year passed by and he's still yearning for her and her love, promising: 'Tornero', he will come back ...
Closure:
I have never really immersed* into the lyrics, maybe I understood those when I was a little, yet every single time I heard it, the song shook my insides - as in emotionally ...
Either way, the song is intentionally radiating a vibrant energy, whithin which stirrs the power of his promise, promise to her and himself. I Santo California wonderfully convertet those strong emotions (upon the promise) into a melancholy melody, which is, against all odds, beautifully colorful.
Glosses:
As far as the concern of the fading of the band goes, this is what occurs, while u live among envious snobbs, they should be ashamed!, the band was too good for extinction!
Concerning the song, I really deeply feel for this guy, but let's be real, the woman has forgotten him after somewhere between one and six months and swapped him with a certain town 'Richie Rich' character.
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* - inappropriate word, can't find another atm ... myb I should try with 'dive into', 'submerge', ...
nedelja, 10. julij 2011
sobota, 13. februar 2010
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Muflona ljubi Fanija
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Muflona loves Fani
<3 <3 <3
PS: today is 14th February 2010 and its 2:53 am
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Muflona loves Fani
<3 <3 <3
PS: today is 14th February 2010 and its 2:53 am
ponedeljek, 27. julij 2009
Prazno/Empty
Prazno *by PoLona Klemenc*
Zrem v ogledalo.
Ni me v odsevu.
Ni pravi občutek.
Sem duh v svojih mislih.
Sem tisti, ki sem ga pustil za sabo.
Vseskozi romam po hiši.
Zdi se, da nič ni narobe.
In nič ni prav.
Ne opazim se.
Stopim kar skozi sebe.
Zrem v ogledalo.
Prazno je.
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Empty *by PoLona Klemenc*
I'm not in the reflection.
It doesn't feel right.
I'm the ghost inside my mind.
I'm the one I left behind.
I keep on roaming the house.
It seems like nothing is wrong.
And nothing is right.
I don't notice myself.
I walk straight through myself.
I stare at the mirror.
Zrem v ogledalo.
Ni me v odsevu.
Ni pravi občutek.
Sem duh v svojih mislih.
Sem tisti, ki sem ga pustil za sabo.
Vseskozi romam po hiši.
Zdi se, da nič ni narobe.
In nič ni prav.
Ne opazim se.
Stopim kar skozi sebe.
Zrem v ogledalo.
Prazno je.
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Empty *by PoLona Klemenc*
I stare at the mirror.
I'm not in the reflection.
It doesn't feel right.
I'm the ghost inside my mind.
I'm the one I left behind.
I keep on roaming the house.
It seems like nothing is wrong.
And nothing is right.
I don't notice myself.
I walk straight through myself.
I stare at the mirror.
It's empty.
petek, 24. julij 2009
Klasifikacija najboljši prijatelj/Best friend material
Tole bom napisala za moje najbolše prijatelje ... Ok, zaradi mojih najboljših prijateljev ... Tistih, ki so do nedavnega to bili ... V angleščini sem res dobro besedno zvezo najdla hehe ... Kam to pelje? Kmalu bom kvalificirana kot genij ali pač kot norec ... Če je bilo sploh kdaj pomembno ...
Zgodba poteka ... 2 najboljša prijatela sta me odpikala kot najboljšega prijatelja ...
Eden me je odpikal zaradi sten, ki sem jih gradila okoli sebe (v bistvu so se same in jaz se jih še vedno ne morem znebiti - niti malo) in zato, ker sem egoistična - kar nisem, sem egocentrična in ja tu je razlika ... Egocentrično je bližje narcisističnemu in egoistično je bližje materialističnemu: v kolikor to zadeva mene ...
Drugi mi je dejal, da ne morem biti najboljša prijateljica zaradi nekih okoliščin ... Karkoli je že to pomenilo ... Zdi se mi, da ima probleme s t.i. (tako imenovano) fant-dekle razmerje, ki pravi, da fant in dekle ne moreta biti najboljša prijatelja ... Tako ali drugače se nikoli nisem imela za dekle ...
Ampak oba imam tako zelo rada. Reči hočem, zelo majhna skupina oseb je, ki so mi blizu, pa čeprav imam vsaj malo rada veliko ljudi ... Imela sem 7 najboljših prijateljev (samo 5 sedaj). Za te fante in punce dam življenje! Sedaj pa se vse zdi kot neokusne, slabe sanje. Najboljši prijatelj pride k meni in reče: " Eiga, veš, ne moreva biti najboljša prijatelja. Preprosto ni prav." Potem mi pove kakšne scene mu/ji delam ...
Izgleda, da ne morem biti klasificirana za najboljšega prijatelja. Ampak zakaj? Kako prepoznaš najboljšega prijatelja od normalnega prijatelja in ostalih? Kje je zanka?
Saj bom tam, ko me boš potreboval, vedno bom imela ramo na kateri se lahko razjočeš, izmišljevala si bom najbolj trapaste vice, samo da te spravim v boljšo voljo, pa četudi to pomeni, da bom iz sebe naredila budalo. Življenje bom dala zate.
Poskušam biti boljša oseba. Lahko se in bom se prilagodila, če bo potrebno, ampak to ne pomeni, da bom tiho, če bom hotela nekaj spornega povedati.. Poslušala bom in povedala zakaj se ne strinjam, če je konflikt. In stala bom za svojimi besedami, kot se to reče pri nas. Ne glede na vse. Ali me to naredi manjšo osebo? Manj prijatelja? In če že, zakaj? Priznam svojo zmoto, ampak, če je ni oziroma je ne sprejmem kot to, tu ni več za povedati.
Ne bom rekla, da nisem dekle, zato, da ti bom lahko prijatelj. To pravim zato, ker se ne počutim kot dekle. Pa čeprav so mi fantje všeč. Pa kaj potem? Ali to pomeni, da sem dekle? Kaj pa, če sem fant ujed v dekliškem telesu? Mogoče sem tomboy. Mogoče tega sranja sploh ni. Obstaja več takih, kot sem sama. Fantje ujeti v dekliškem telesu in obratno. Ali nas to naredi slabša bitja? Zakaj tako?
Ne vem zakaj sploh obstajajo najboljši prijatelji in manj prijatelji. Ne razumem kaj me naredi ne-najboljšega-prijatelja. Ker te ne pokličem vsak dan? To ne pomeni, da obstaja dan, ko vsaj enkrat ne pomislim nate. To ne pomeni, da mi nisi drag. Sem hladno, kar mrzlo, bitje. Svoja občutja držim zase. Priznam, da se včasih kar preveč zaprem vase, ampak taka sem odkar sem bila majcena deklica. Ja nekoč sem slednje bila. Ampak sedaj nisem velika deklica. Tudi ženska nisem.
Sem nekaj, kar je ujeto zunaj škatle ( po ameriško). Vedno sem bila izven škatle in v mnogih primerih. Je to tako grozen zločin? Zakaj tako? Tisočkrat bi bila križana in zažgana na grmadi, preprosto zato, ker sem, kar sem. Saj bi morala biti, menijo mnogi. Ali pa rečejo, da tako ne mislijo, ampak še vseeeno se vedno tako zdi. Sovražim svojo drugačnost, ampak gnusna mi je misel, da bi bila taka kot so vsi drugi, samo zato, da bi me nekdo maral, ljubil. Tole bi morala napisati deset let nazaj, ampak nikoli prej mi nihče ni rekel, da noče biti moj najboljši prijatelj zato, ker sem, kakršna sem. Hudiča, deset let nazaj sploh vedela nisem kaj najboljši prijatelj je. Tudi sedaj nisem prepričana, da vem, kakšen vrag to je. Morala bi se bolj odpreti. Ampak tega se bojim, vem. Priznam. Ne vem niti kako se odpreti. Nisem dobra z besedami. Vsaj ne, kadar jih je potrebno spregovoriti. Jih spraviti na odprto. Ne zmorem tega. Hvala bogu za pisavo heh heh.
Mir. Hvala, da ste brali to sranje. Če že veste odgovor, kar povejte. Vesela bom vsake besede. Rada poslušam. Vsaj to znam.
Love ye all!
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I'm going to write this one for my best friends ... Ok, because of my best friends ... Best friends used-to-be-s ... LoL heh making up new things all the time ... Where's it leading me? Soon I'll be either quallified as a genius or a nutter ... If it ever mattered ...
The story goes by ... 2 best friends told me off as a best friend ...
One told me he couldn't take me as one because of the walls I built around me ( they built themselves really and I still can't just bring them down - at all) and because I'm egoistic - which I'm not, I'm egocentric and yes there's a difference ... Egocentric is closer to narcissistic and egoistic is closer to materialistic: as far as I'm concerned ...
The other one told me I could never be his best friend because of the circumstances ... Whatever that meant ... I think he has an issue with that boy - girl relationship about boys and girls not being able to be best friends ... I never considered myself a girl really ...
But I love them both so much. I mean I only feel close to a small group of people even though I like many ... I had 7 best friends at once (5 now). I'd give life for these lads n lasses. And now everything seems like a bad dream. My best friend comes up to me and says: "Hey, we can't be best friends. It just doesn't feel right." Then they speak about issues thy're having with me ...
Seems like I'm not a best-friend material. But why? How can u tell a best-friend material from a friend material and other materials? Where's the catch really?
I'll be there for you when you need me, I'll have a shoulder for you to cry on, I'll make up stupid jokes just to make you feel better even if it means making a fool of myself. I'll give my life for you.
I do try to be a better person and I can and will adapt too when needed, but that won't mean that I'll back off when I try to make a point. I'll listen and tell why I disagree if I do. And I will stand behind my words as we say in Slovenia, no matter what. Does that make me a lesser person? A lesser friend? If yes, why so? I'll admit my mistake, but if it isn't or I don't take it as one, there's nothing more to talk about.
I don't want to say I'm not a girl just to be your friend, I'm saying it because I really don't feel like one. Even though I like boys. So what? Does that meant I am one? What if I'm a boy caught in a girls body? Maybe I'm just a tomboy. Maybe there is no shit like that. There are others like me. Boys caught in girls body and otherwise. Does that make us lesser beings? Why so?
I don't know why there are such things like best friends and lesser friends. I don't understand what makes me non-best-friend material. Because I don't call u every day? That don't mean I don't think of you every day. That doesn't mean I don't think of you dearly. I'm a cold distant creature. I keep my feelings to myself. I do admit I can be too closed up, but I've been so ever since I was a little girl. Yes I was a little girl once. But now I'm not a big one. Not a woman either. I'm something caught outside the box. I've always been outside the box in many ways. Is that such a crime? Why so? I would be thousand times crucified and burned like a stake for being myself. I should many will think. Or maybe they'd say that is not what they meant, but still it always seems so. I hate being different, but I refuse to be the same as all the others just to be liked, loved by someone. I should have written this ten years ago, but I've never really been told I couldn't be somebodys best friend because of being me. Hell ten years ago I didn't even know what a best friend was. I'm not sure I know now either. I should open up. But I'm afraid to, I know. I admit. I don't even know how to open up. I am not good at words. Not as long as I have to speak them up. Bring them out. I can't. Thank god for writing, heh heh.
Peace. Thanks for reading this shit. If you know an answer to this, speak up. I'd be glad to listen. That I can do.
Love ye all!
Zgodba poteka ... 2 najboljša prijatela sta me odpikala kot najboljšega prijatelja ...
Eden me je odpikal zaradi sten, ki sem jih gradila okoli sebe (v bistvu so se same in jaz se jih še vedno ne morem znebiti - niti malo) in zato, ker sem egoistična - kar nisem, sem egocentrična in ja tu je razlika ... Egocentrično je bližje narcisističnemu in egoistično je bližje materialističnemu: v kolikor to zadeva mene ...
Drugi mi je dejal, da ne morem biti najboljša prijateljica zaradi nekih okoliščin ... Karkoli je že to pomenilo ... Zdi se mi, da ima probleme s t.i. (tako imenovano) fant-dekle razmerje, ki pravi, da fant in dekle ne moreta biti najboljša prijatelja ... Tako ali drugače se nikoli nisem imela za dekle ...
Ampak oba imam tako zelo rada. Reči hočem, zelo majhna skupina oseb je, ki so mi blizu, pa čeprav imam vsaj malo rada veliko ljudi ... Imela sem 7 najboljših prijateljev (samo 5 sedaj). Za te fante in punce dam življenje! Sedaj pa se vse zdi kot neokusne, slabe sanje. Najboljši prijatelj pride k meni in reče: " Eiga, veš, ne moreva biti najboljša prijatelja. Preprosto ni prav." Potem mi pove kakšne scene mu/ji delam ...
Izgleda, da ne morem biti klasificirana za najboljšega prijatelja. Ampak zakaj? Kako prepoznaš najboljšega prijatelja od normalnega prijatelja in ostalih? Kje je zanka?
Saj bom tam, ko me boš potreboval, vedno bom imela ramo na kateri se lahko razjočeš, izmišljevala si bom najbolj trapaste vice, samo da te spravim v boljšo voljo, pa četudi to pomeni, da bom iz sebe naredila budalo. Življenje bom dala zate.
Poskušam biti boljša oseba. Lahko se in bom se prilagodila, če bo potrebno, ampak to ne pomeni, da bom tiho, če bom hotela nekaj spornega povedati.. Poslušala bom in povedala zakaj se ne strinjam, če je konflikt. In stala bom za svojimi besedami, kot se to reče pri nas. Ne glede na vse. Ali me to naredi manjšo osebo? Manj prijatelja? In če že, zakaj? Priznam svojo zmoto, ampak, če je ni oziroma je ne sprejmem kot to, tu ni več za povedati.
Ne bom rekla, da nisem dekle, zato, da ti bom lahko prijatelj. To pravim zato, ker se ne počutim kot dekle. Pa čeprav so mi fantje všeč. Pa kaj potem? Ali to pomeni, da sem dekle? Kaj pa, če sem fant ujed v dekliškem telesu? Mogoče sem tomboy. Mogoče tega sranja sploh ni. Obstaja več takih, kot sem sama. Fantje ujeti v dekliškem telesu in obratno. Ali nas to naredi slabša bitja? Zakaj tako?
Ne vem zakaj sploh obstajajo najboljši prijatelji in manj prijatelji. Ne razumem kaj me naredi ne-najboljšega-prijatelja. Ker te ne pokličem vsak dan? To ne pomeni, da obstaja dan, ko vsaj enkrat ne pomislim nate. To ne pomeni, da mi nisi drag. Sem hladno, kar mrzlo, bitje. Svoja občutja držim zase. Priznam, da se včasih kar preveč zaprem vase, ampak taka sem odkar sem bila majcena deklica. Ja nekoč sem slednje bila. Ampak sedaj nisem velika deklica. Tudi ženska nisem.
Sem nekaj, kar je ujeto zunaj škatle ( po ameriško). Vedno sem bila izven škatle in v mnogih primerih. Je to tako grozen zločin? Zakaj tako? Tisočkrat bi bila križana in zažgana na grmadi, preprosto zato, ker sem, kar sem. Saj bi morala biti, menijo mnogi. Ali pa rečejo, da tako ne mislijo, ampak še vseeeno se vedno tako zdi. Sovražim svojo drugačnost, ampak gnusna mi je misel, da bi bila taka kot so vsi drugi, samo zato, da bi me nekdo maral, ljubil. Tole bi morala napisati deset let nazaj, ampak nikoli prej mi nihče ni rekel, da noče biti moj najboljši prijatelj zato, ker sem, kakršna sem. Hudiča, deset let nazaj sploh vedela nisem kaj najboljši prijatelj je. Tudi sedaj nisem prepričana, da vem, kakšen vrag to je. Morala bi se bolj odpreti. Ampak tega se bojim, vem. Priznam. Ne vem niti kako se odpreti. Nisem dobra z besedami. Vsaj ne, kadar jih je potrebno spregovoriti. Jih spraviti na odprto. Ne zmorem tega. Hvala bogu za pisavo heh heh.
Mir. Hvala, da ste brali to sranje. Če že veste odgovor, kar povejte. Vesela bom vsake besede. Rada poslušam. Vsaj to znam.
Love ye all!
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I'm going to write this one for my best friends ... Ok, because of my best friends ... Best friends used-to-be-s ... LoL heh making up new things all the time ... Where's it leading me? Soon I'll be either quallified as a genius or a nutter ... If it ever mattered ...
The story goes by ... 2 best friends told me off as a best friend ...
One told me he couldn't take me as one because of the walls I built around me ( they built themselves really and I still can't just bring them down - at all) and because I'm egoistic - which I'm not, I'm egocentric and yes there's a difference ... Egocentric is closer to narcissistic and egoistic is closer to materialistic: as far as I'm concerned ...
The other one told me I could never be his best friend because of the circumstances ... Whatever that meant ... I think he has an issue with that boy - girl relationship about boys and girls not being able to be best friends ... I never considered myself a girl really ...
But I love them both so much. I mean I only feel close to a small group of people even though I like many ... I had 7 best friends at once (5 now). I'd give life for these lads n lasses. And now everything seems like a bad dream. My best friend comes up to me and says: "Hey, we can't be best friends. It just doesn't feel right." Then they speak about issues thy're having with me ...
Seems like I'm not a best-friend material. But why? How can u tell a best-friend material from a friend material and other materials? Where's the catch really?
I'll be there for you when you need me, I'll have a shoulder for you to cry on, I'll make up stupid jokes just to make you feel better even if it means making a fool of myself. I'll give my life for you.
I do try to be a better person and I can and will adapt too when needed, but that won't mean that I'll back off when I try to make a point. I'll listen and tell why I disagree if I do. And I will stand behind my words as we say in Slovenia, no matter what. Does that make me a lesser person? A lesser friend? If yes, why so? I'll admit my mistake, but if it isn't or I don't take it as one, there's nothing more to talk about.
I don't want to say I'm not a girl just to be your friend, I'm saying it because I really don't feel like one. Even though I like boys. So what? Does that meant I am one? What if I'm a boy caught in a girls body? Maybe I'm just a tomboy. Maybe there is no shit like that. There are others like me. Boys caught in girls body and otherwise. Does that make us lesser beings? Why so?
I don't know why there are such things like best friends and lesser friends. I don't understand what makes me non-best-friend material. Because I don't call u every day? That don't mean I don't think of you every day. That doesn't mean I don't think of you dearly. I'm a cold distant creature. I keep my feelings to myself. I do admit I can be too closed up, but I've been so ever since I was a little girl. Yes I was a little girl once. But now I'm not a big one. Not a woman either. I'm something caught outside the box. I've always been outside the box in many ways. Is that such a crime? Why so? I would be thousand times crucified and burned like a stake for being myself. I should many will think. Or maybe they'd say that is not what they meant, but still it always seems so. I hate being different, but I refuse to be the same as all the others just to be liked, loved by someone. I should have written this ten years ago, but I've never really been told I couldn't be somebodys best friend because of being me. Hell ten years ago I didn't even know what a best friend was. I'm not sure I know now either. I should open up. But I'm afraid to, I know. I admit. I don't even know how to open up. I am not good at words. Not as long as I have to speak them up. Bring them out. I can't. Thank god for writing, heh heh.
Peace. Thanks for reading this shit. If you know an answer to this, speak up. I'd be glad to listen. That I can do.
Love ye all!
sreda, 25. junij 2008
Sowrazimo drugacne/Letz hate those who differ from us!!!
Drugacno sem od tebe. In ti si drugacen od mene. To je resnica. In je dejstvo.
Zakaj smo si drugacni? Zakaj bi morali biti enaki?
Nisem tako kot ti. In tudi nocem biti tako kot si. Nocem imeti twojega obraza ali las, twojih oci, tipa/barwe koze. Nocem imeti istega pogleda na swet kot ga imas ti. Nocem imeti glasu kakrsnega imas ti. Nocem pisati pesmi in zgodb na nacine na kakrsne jih ti.
Nocem te uzaliti. Nikogar izmed was. Ampak ce bi imelo enake kwalitete kot ti ali izglede, twoje popolno telo ... To ne bi wec bilo jaz.
Sem posebno in popolno in hocem ostati posebno in popolno. Praw tak si ti. In ti moras ostati ti. Eden in edini. Ti.
Ne sowrazi tistih, ki so ali hocejo biti drugacni. Moral bi jih spostowati mnogo bolj kot spostujes tiste, ki tebi hocejo biti enaki.
Ampak pomni; cez wse spostuj sebe.
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I am different from you. And you are different from me. This is the truth. And is also a fact.
Why are we different? Why should we all be the same?
I am not like you. I dont want to be as you are. I dont want to have your face or your hair, your eyes, the type/collor of your skin. I dont want to have the exact same view on the world as you. I dont want to have a voice like yours. I dont want to write songs and stories the ways you do.
I dont want to insult you. Any of you. But having just the same qualities you have or the looks, your perfect body ... It wouldnt be me anymore.
I am special and perfect and want to remain special and perfect. And so are you. And you should remain you. One and only. You.
Dont hate those who are or want to be different. U should respect them much more than u respect those who want to be like you.
But remember; over all respect yourself.
Zakaj smo si drugacni? Zakaj bi morali biti enaki?
Nisem tako kot ti. In tudi nocem biti tako kot si. Nocem imeti twojega obraza ali las, twojih oci, tipa/barwe koze. Nocem imeti istega pogleda na swet kot ga imas ti. Nocem imeti glasu kakrsnega imas ti. Nocem pisati pesmi in zgodb na nacine na kakrsne jih ti.
Nocem te uzaliti. Nikogar izmed was. Ampak ce bi imelo enake kwalitete kot ti ali izglede, twoje popolno telo ... To ne bi wec bilo jaz.
Sem posebno in popolno in hocem ostati posebno in popolno. Praw tak si ti. In ti moras ostati ti. Eden in edini. Ti.
Ne sowrazi tistih, ki so ali hocejo biti drugacni. Moral bi jih spostowati mnogo bolj kot spostujes tiste, ki tebi hocejo biti enaki.
Ampak pomni; cez wse spostuj sebe.
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I am different from you. And you are different from me. This is the truth. And is also a fact.
Why are we different? Why should we all be the same?
I am not like you. I dont want to be as you are. I dont want to have your face or your hair, your eyes, the type/collor of your skin. I dont want to have the exact same view on the world as you. I dont want to have a voice like yours. I dont want to write songs and stories the ways you do.
I dont want to insult you. Any of you. But having just the same qualities you have or the looks, your perfect body ... It wouldnt be me anymore.
I am special and perfect and want to remain special and perfect. And so are you. And you should remain you. One and only. You.
Dont hate those who are or want to be different. U should respect them much more than u respect those who want to be like you.
But remember; over all respect yourself.
torek, 24. junij 2008
Mi laže w obraz/Lying at my face
Kaj je dandanes narobe z ljudmi? Zakaj se lazejo? Zakaj prikiwajo resnico? Zakaj mene tretirajo za laznjiwca samo zato ker so sami taki in ker se samo ne znajdem w besedah? Zakaj ne moremo ziweti w swetu kjer preprosto wes kako nekaj powedati nekomu brez da bi on kasneje obrnil wsako besedo, ki jo izreces?
Hocem da meni goworite resnico. Hocem jo, ljubim jo in prenesla jo bom lazje kot pa dobro zacinjeno laz.
Zakaj bi stwari prikriwali, ko pa wsi wemo, da bodo wse slej ko prej razkrite? Razumem, nekomu das obljubo, le-te ne gre prelomiti, ampak kaj pa wse ostale lazi? Resnica boli. Ampak se bolj pa boli laz, se posebej po tem, ko slisis resnico.
Torej poskusimo sami goworiti resnico kolikor je mogoce.
Ok, moj uradn priznanje; Gorgo nikol te nism nwemkok maralo. Si pa sexy pa lustn ... Kokr Barbika ...
Resnica oswobaja.
Ko nekomu powes resnico, se ti ogromna skala odkotali od srca. Pa cetudi ti potem pade na nogo.
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Whats the matter with people nowaydays? Why do they lie? Why do they hide the truth? Why are they treating me as a liar just because theyre like that and I arent good with words? Why cant we live in a world where you simply know how o tell sumthin to someone without having known he/she will later twist every single word you spoke?
I want you to tell me the truth when talkin to me. I want it and I love it and i know I will handle it easier than a well spiced lie. Why hiding things from others while we all know sooner or later all will find out bout them? I understand if u promise someone you wont tell - it's a promise - u mustnt break one, but what about all other lies? Truth hurts. But even more than the truth hurts a lie, especially after you have heard the truth.
So let's try to speak the truth as much as possible.
Ok my official confess; Gorgo Ive never really liked u much. U're sexy & cute though ... Like a Barbie-doll ...
The truth will set you free.
When you tell someone the truth a great rock rolls off your heart. Even though it might fall on your foot afterwards.
Hocem da meni goworite resnico. Hocem jo, ljubim jo in prenesla jo bom lazje kot pa dobro zacinjeno laz.
Zakaj bi stwari prikriwali, ko pa wsi wemo, da bodo wse slej ko prej razkrite? Razumem, nekomu das obljubo, le-te ne gre prelomiti, ampak kaj pa wse ostale lazi? Resnica boli. Ampak se bolj pa boli laz, se posebej po tem, ko slisis resnico.
Torej poskusimo sami goworiti resnico kolikor je mogoce.
Ok, moj uradn priznanje; Gorgo nikol te nism nwemkok maralo. Si pa sexy pa lustn ... Kokr Barbika ...
Resnica oswobaja.
Ko nekomu powes resnico, se ti ogromna skala odkotali od srca. Pa cetudi ti potem pade na nogo.
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Whats the matter with people nowaydays? Why do they lie? Why do they hide the truth? Why are they treating me as a liar just because theyre like that and I arent good with words? Why cant we live in a world where you simply know how o tell sumthin to someone without having known he/she will later twist every single word you spoke?
I want you to tell me the truth when talkin to me. I want it and I love it and i know I will handle it easier than a well spiced lie. Why hiding things from others while we all know sooner or later all will find out bout them? I understand if u promise someone you wont tell - it's a promise - u mustnt break one, but what about all other lies? Truth hurts. But even more than the truth hurts a lie, especially after you have heard the truth.
So let's try to speak the truth as much as possible.
Ok my official confess; Gorgo Ive never really liked u much. U're sexy & cute though ... Like a Barbie-doll ...
The truth will set you free.
When you tell someone the truth a great rock rolls off your heart. Even though it might fall on your foot afterwards.
ponedeljek, 23. junij 2008
Belo in Črno/White and Black
Da naredim konec prekletim debatam o belem in crnem!!!
Moj swet je narejen iz barw!!!
Ni bele in ni crne! To sploh nista barwi!
Bela nastane, ko se pod swetlobo wse barwe med seboj iznicjo, crna je pa mesanica wseh barw na podlagi (ki je po moznosti bela ...)!!!
Prav tako ni wse siwo, kakor wecina wasih gnilih (siwih) celic. Ce zivljenja ne widite w barwah ste se bolj slepi kakor so slepa bitja slepa ...
Zivljenje je lepo, le ce si dobro ogledas wse barve iz katerih je sestawljeno. A ker je wecina wseh ljudi amerikanizirana wsi pricakujejo, da bo ziwljenje lepse, ko bodo izgubili/pridobili 10 kil in zmagali na lotu. Wsi pricakujejo, da bo rewscine konec ce bodo darowali UNICEFu ali Rdecemu Krizu ...
Dokler belec ni prisel w Afriko so bili ljudje tam bogati! Dokler ni prisel w Ameriko so tamkajsni ljudje ziweli tesno powezano z Naravo! Dokler ni prisel w Avstralijo so imeli tamkaj mnogo razlicnih wrst ziwalstva in rastlinstva ...
Clovek je stopil na Luno. Pozna Mars. Zanima ga ziwljenje TAM ZUNAJ. Zeli pomagati tistim TAM ZUNAJ. TAM ZUNAJ, kjer njegowa pomoc nikoli ni bila potrebna. Wsaj ne dokler ni wseh bitij TAM ZUNAJ zasuznjil.
Kaj pa jaz? Kaj pa ti? Tvoj oče in tvoja mati? Bratje in sestre? Prijatelji? Kaj pa ljudje, ki ziwijo w twoji neposrednji okolici?
Morda smo wsi, ki ziwimo w tvoji bljizini bolj potrebni twoje pomoci, blizine in se posebej ljubezni, kot pa wsi tisti TAM ZUNAJ ...
Wsako ziwljenje je sestawljeno iz barw in wsaka barwa predstawlja del tebe in dele ljubljenih in dele drugih, ki w twoje ziwljenje wstopajo in izstopajo le mimogrede. Wsaka barwa je pomembna. Wsak najmanjsi odtenek. Dokler se ne zawes tega se ne bos zawedel lepot ziwljenja in ne bos widel.
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Now just to stop the damn debates about blach & white!
My world is made of colors!!!
There is no black and there is no white!!! Black and white arent even colours!!! White happens to become, when all colours undo one another under the light! And hey u wouldnt believe me! The black is a mixture of all collors!
Also I have to tell u not everything is as grey as your rotten cells. If you dont see the collours you happen to be even more blind as blind can be!!!
Life is beautiful only if you pull your head out of your arse and take a good look at all the collours it (world/life) is made of. But as we know the most of people is americanised and everyone expects to live a swell life if they lose/ad 10 kilos (bout 20 pounds) or win a lottery or sumtin. Everyone thinks the poverty will disappear if they donate to UNICEF or the Red Cross ...
Untill the white man came to Africa people were actually rich there! Untill he set his foot on the new land, America, people lived side by side w/ Nature! Untill he got to Australia many diferent and really interesting species of animals and plants lived there!
Man walked on the Moon. Man knows Mars. He is interested in the life OUT THERE. He wants to help those OUT THERE. OUT THERE where his help or service was never needed. At least untill he enslaved everyone OUT THERE.
What bout me? What about you? Your father, your mother? Brothers and sisters? Friends? What about people who actually live w/ you?
Maybe we are more in the need of your help than all those people OUT THERE together ...
Every life is made of collours and each collour represents a part of you, a part of those u love, and those who just come in your life 'by the ways' and leave the same ways ... Every collour matters. Every single shade. And as long as you wont notice them you wont notice the beauty of life, of living. You wont see untill then.
Moj swet je narejen iz barw!!!
Ni bele in ni crne! To sploh nista barwi!
Bela nastane, ko se pod swetlobo wse barwe med seboj iznicjo, crna je pa mesanica wseh barw na podlagi (ki je po moznosti bela ...)!!!
Prav tako ni wse siwo, kakor wecina wasih gnilih (siwih) celic. Ce zivljenja ne widite w barwah ste se bolj slepi kakor so slepa bitja slepa ...
Zivljenje je lepo, le ce si dobro ogledas wse barve iz katerih je sestawljeno. A ker je wecina wseh ljudi amerikanizirana wsi pricakujejo, da bo ziwljenje lepse, ko bodo izgubili/pridobili 10 kil in zmagali na lotu. Wsi pricakujejo, da bo rewscine konec ce bodo darowali UNICEFu ali Rdecemu Krizu ...
Dokler belec ni prisel w Afriko so bili ljudje tam bogati! Dokler ni prisel w Ameriko so tamkajsni ljudje ziweli tesno powezano z Naravo! Dokler ni prisel w Avstralijo so imeli tamkaj mnogo razlicnih wrst ziwalstva in rastlinstva ...
Clovek je stopil na Luno. Pozna Mars. Zanima ga ziwljenje TAM ZUNAJ. Zeli pomagati tistim TAM ZUNAJ. TAM ZUNAJ, kjer njegowa pomoc nikoli ni bila potrebna. Wsaj ne dokler ni wseh bitij TAM ZUNAJ zasuznjil.
Kaj pa jaz? Kaj pa ti? Tvoj oče in tvoja mati? Bratje in sestre? Prijatelji? Kaj pa ljudje, ki ziwijo w twoji neposrednji okolici?
Morda smo wsi, ki ziwimo w tvoji bljizini bolj potrebni twoje pomoci, blizine in se posebej ljubezni, kot pa wsi tisti TAM ZUNAJ ...
Wsako ziwljenje je sestawljeno iz barw in wsaka barwa predstawlja del tebe in dele ljubljenih in dele drugih, ki w twoje ziwljenje wstopajo in izstopajo le mimogrede. Wsaka barwa je pomembna. Wsak najmanjsi odtenek. Dokler se ne zawes tega se ne bos zawedel lepot ziwljenja in ne bos widel.
.......................................................................................
Now just to stop the damn debates about blach & white!
My world is made of colors!!!
There is no black and there is no white!!! Black and white arent even colours!!! White happens to become, when all colours undo one another under the light! And hey u wouldnt believe me! The black is a mixture of all collors!
Also I have to tell u not everything is as grey as your rotten cells. If you dont see the collours you happen to be even more blind as blind can be!!!
Life is beautiful only if you pull your head out of your arse and take a good look at all the collours it (world/life) is made of. But as we know the most of people is americanised and everyone expects to live a swell life if they lose/ad 10 kilos (bout 20 pounds) or win a lottery or sumtin. Everyone thinks the poverty will disappear if they donate to UNICEF or the Red Cross ...
Untill the white man came to Africa people were actually rich there! Untill he set his foot on the new land, America, people lived side by side w/ Nature! Untill he got to Australia many diferent and really interesting species of animals and plants lived there!
Man walked on the Moon. Man knows Mars. He is interested in the life OUT THERE. He wants to help those OUT THERE. OUT THERE where his help or service was never needed. At least untill he enslaved everyone OUT THERE.
What bout me? What about you? Your father, your mother? Brothers and sisters? Friends? What about people who actually live w/ you?
Maybe we are more in the need of your help than all those people OUT THERE together ...
Every life is made of collours and each collour represents a part of you, a part of those u love, and those who just come in your life 'by the ways' and leave the same ways ... Every collour matters. Every single shade. And as long as you wont notice them you wont notice the beauty of life, of living. You wont see untill then.
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