Muaaah, jo mam z mobijem slikano že celo večnost, pa ne najdem kabla. Jutri se bom stlačila v njo in pofotkala s fotoaparatom just for you, my darlin'. (:
Hvala.

Posted 07 February 2010 - 08:47 AM
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Posted 08 February 2010 - 05:03 PM
Ne, ona nima žametnih oči in niti kodrov mehkih kakor svila,
če sneg je bel, ga v njenih nedrih ni in usta bi se od koral ločila.
Sem videl rože bele in rdeče, na njenih licih take ne cveto
in so dišave, ki so bolj dehteče, kot vonj, ki diha njeno ga telo.
Njen glas poslušam rad, četudi vem da zvoki strun prijetneje zvene,
kako boginje hodijo ne vem; ko ona hodi, stopa kot ljudje.
Pa vendar se mi zdi bolj očarljiva kot vse, ki pesem jih slavi lažniva.
Posted 08 February 2010 - 10:12 PM
Posted 11 February 2010 - 05:15 PM
Ne, ona nima žametnih oči in niti kodrov mehkih kakor svila,
če sneg je bel, ga v njenih nedrih ni in usta bi se od koral ločila.
Sem videl rože bele in rdeče, na njenih licih take ne cveto
in so dišave, ki so bolj dehteče, kot vonj, ki diha njeno ga telo.
Njen glas poslušam rad, četudi vem da zvoki strun prijetneje zvene,
kako boginje hodijo ne vem; ko ona hodi, stopa kot ljudje.
Pa vendar se mi zdi bolj očarljiva kot vse, ki pesem jih slavi lažniva.
Posted 11 February 2010 - 05:50 PM
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Posted 17 February 2010 - 01:07 PM
Posted 17 February 2010 - 01:42 PM
Normality is a paved road: It's comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.
― V. Van Gogh
Posted 17 February 2010 - 04:49 PM
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Posted 19 February 2010 - 11:10 AM
Cosa vuoi che ti scriva?
Cosa vuoi che ti dica?
Tu sei ovunque in me.
Posted 22 February 2010 - 08:57 PM
Posted 23 February 2010 - 02:14 PM
Normality is a paved road: It's comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.
― V. Van Gogh
Posted 23 February 2010 - 07:04 PM
A tree too big to embrace ... is born from a slender shoot. A nine-story tower ... rises from a pile of earth. A thousand-mile journey ... begins with a single step.
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