Spovednica
#8681
Posted 19 February 2009 - 05:04 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.
#8682
Posted 19 February 2009 - 05:29 PM
#8683
Posted 19 February 2009 - 06:40 PM
Me too.^^
Komaj čakam da fant pride k meni(sma se zmenla glede tablet in je popustil).
Ma naskočim ga ko ga vidim
#8684
Posted 19 February 2009 - 06:48 PM
#8685
Posted 19 February 2009 - 07:51 PM
js sm pa zdejle direkt iz orbitreka, sm gonla 45 min pa še bi, ampak se grem hitr stuširat da pride J. na msn pa se greva pogovarjat ^^
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.
#8686
Posted 19 February 2009 - 08:42 PM
#8687
Posted 19 February 2009 - 11:13 PM
#8688
Posted 19 February 2009 - 11:15 PM
There are some things I may not know
There are some places, dear Lord, I may not go.
But there's one thing of which I'm sure
My God is real for I can feel him in my soul.
I have found a way to live
in the presence of the Lord Hare Ram, Ram, Ram
Hare Ram, Ram, Ram, Sita Ram, Ram, Ram
#8689
Posted 19 February 2009 - 11:16 PM
#8690
Posted 20 February 2009 - 08:55 AM
ESTOY FLOR DE ATORRANTE
UN CONTURSI MALEANTE
#8691
Posted 20 February 2009 - 09:13 AM
ko rečem mulc - mislim mulc - je 8 let mlajši.
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When you open your mind to the impossible, sometimes you find the truth.
#8692
Posted 20 February 2009 - 09:20 AM
#8693
Posted 20 February 2009 - 09:24 AM
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When you open your mind to the impossible, sometimes you find the truth.
#8694
Posted 20 February 2009 - 09:42 AM
#8695
Posted 20 February 2009 - 09:51 AM
Pomojem me bo zvečer presenetla kakšna vročina
In me je. In to orng. 39,2. Umiram
Dear Leonard. To look life in the face, always, to look life in the face and to know it for what it is. At last to know it, to love it for what it is, and then, to put it away. Leonard, always the years between us, always the years. Always the love. Always the hours.
#8696
Posted 20 February 2009 - 10:03 AM
Haha, Kinky
takrat?
Do not pray for an easy life, pray for the strength to endure a difficult one.
Bruce Lee

opera_volgae_malek
#8697
Posted 20 February 2009 - 10:52 AM
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.
#8698
Posted 20 February 2009 - 11:07 AM
Sicer pa ... HURA za petek!
“… People are rivers, always ready to move from one state of being into another. It is not fair, to treat people as if they are finished beings. Everyone is always becoming and unbecoming.” (Kathleen Winter: Annabel.)
“Point of view is everything.“ (Kathleen Winter: Annabel.)
LIVE. LEARN.TRAVEL. LOVE.
#8699
Posted 20 February 2009 - 11:08 AM
Šuša, don't even mention it. Jz sm že par dni prou neznosno potrebna.
#8700
Posted 20 February 2009 - 11:13 AM
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.
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