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19.08.2009.

Post post post scriptum. Do kad?

There's nothing I can say
There's nothing I can do now

Up above the world so high


Zivot je cudna igra.
Nadam se da ce mi u svom sarenom vrtuljku, ringispilu u mojoj glavi ("to ne zna nitko, samo ti") nekada ponovno donijeti tebe.

Dobro jutro Ameriko, "dobra noc Banjaluko".

Poetry of a Mathematician
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Mama, just killed a man, Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooh, Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters

Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time
Goodbye, ev'rybody, I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, ooh, I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all


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