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Mysli Kosmate » Archiwum » August 2003 » Co porabia panna Agatka?

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dziewczyny sa zajebiste

1.ale masz pecha, akurat w ten dzien kiedy chcialas sie wyszalec wysiadl prad..ale fakt nawet nie pomyslalem co sie stalo w momencie wysiadki pradu z tymi w Great Adventure.
2.Giordano przestan smucic tymi sentymentalnymi wierszami tylko "napisz , co w domu , pracy , w ;-) kinie , i czy serduszko bije szybciej , uśmiech gości na twarzy ? , napisz...";-).
3.Plz Agatka nie ziewaj az tak bardzo czytajac Giordano, to tylko romantyczna proba uwiedzenia CIe..czy on nie wie ze wolala bys np . zeby on byl Neo z Matrixa a nie jakis poeta?;)

Agataka ja nie mam bloga:(((( ja niepisata jestem, leniwa, ale jak chcesz sie dowiedziec co u mnie to wiesz gdzie ja gadam:)))

napisz , co w domu , pracy , w ;-) kinie , i czy serduszko bije szybciej , uśmiech gości na twarzy ? , napisz...

rybka a co u Ciebie w zyciu? bo ja jakos nie mam gdzie czytac Twojego bloga :D

she walked away... no more days, no more nights... game over??? bye...

wtyd to nie wszystko , czy mozemy liczyc na poprawe?:)

wstydze sie :(

agatka opuscilas sie ostatnio okropnie w pisaniu:((( nie mam co czytac do porannej kawy:((( wstydz sie!!!

I know, I know...

come on Giordano, she is somebody's baby but not yours ...

DZIEN JEDEN, NOC OSTATNIA...

I've searched the holy books
I tried to unravel the mystery of Jesus Christ, the saviour
I've read the poets and the analysts
Searched through the books on human behaviour
I travelled this world around
For an answer that refused to be found
I don't know why and I don't know how
But she's nobody's baby now

I loved her then and I guess I love her still
Hers is the face I see when a certain mood moves in
She lives in my blood and skin
Her wild feral stare, her dark hair
Her winter lips as cold as stone
Yeah, I was her man
But there are some things love won't allow
I held her hand but I don't hold it now
I don't know why and I don't know how
But she's nobody's baby now

This is her dress that I loved best
With the blue quilted violets across the breast
And these are my many letters
Torn to pieces by her long-fingered hand
I was her cruel-hearted man
And though I've tried to lay her ghost down
She's moving through me, even now
I don't know why and I don't know how
But she's nobody's baby now
She's nobody's baby now
Nobody's baby now
She's nobody's baby now

Kubus nie marudz :)

tyle dni i nocy , i pusta kartka

dni dwa. noce dwie...

Now that mountains of meaningless words
and oceans divide us
And we each have our own set of stars
to comfort and guide us
Come into my sleep
Come into my sleep, oh yeah
Dry your eyes and do not weep
Come into my sleep

Swim to me through the deep blue sea
upon the scattered stars set sail
Fly to me through this love-lit night
from one thousand miles away
And come into my sleep
Come into my sleep oh yeah
As midnight nears and shadows creep
Come into my sleep

Bind my dreams up in your tangled hair
For I am sick at heart, my dear
Bind my dreams up in your tangled hair
For all the sorrow it will pass, my dear

Take your accusation, your recriminations
and toss them into the ocean blue
Leave your regrets and impossible longings
and scatter them across the sky behind you
And come into my sleep
Come into my sleep
For my soul to comfort and keep
Come into my sleep

dni trzy, noce trzy...

The boatman calls from the lake
A lone loon dives upon the water
I put my hand over her
Down in the lime tree arbour

The wind in the trees is whispering
Whispering low that I love her
She puts her hand over mine
Down in the lime tree arbour

Through every breath that I breathe
And every place I go
There is hand that protects me
And I do love her so

There will always be suffering
It flows through life like water
I put my hand over hers
Down in the lime tree arbour

The boatman he has gone
And the loons have flown for cover
She puts her hand over mine
Down in the lime tree arbour

Through every word that I speak
And every thing I know
There is hand that protects me
And I do love her so

dni cztery , noce cztery...

They're taking me down, my friend
And as they uskher me off to my end
Will I bid you adieu?
Or will I be seeing you soon?
If what they say around here is true
Then we'll meet again
Me and you

My time is at hand, my dove
They're gunna pass me to that house above
Is Heaven just for victims, dear?
Where only those in pain go?
Well it takes two to tango
We will meet again, my love
I know

If you're in Heaven then you'll forgive me, dear
Because that's what they do up there
If you're in Hell, then what can I say
You probably deserved in anyway
I guess I'm gunna find out any day
For we'll meet again
And there'll be Hell to pay

Your face comes to me from the depths, dear
Your silent mouth mouths, 'Yes", dear
Dark red and big with blood
They're gunna shut me down, my love
They're gunna launch me into the stars
Well, all things come to pass
Glory hallelujah

This prayer is for you, my love
Sent on the wings of a dove
An idiot prayer of empty words
Love, dear, is strictly for the birds
We each get what we deserve
My little snow white dove
Rest assured

dni piec, nocy piec...

For you dear, I was born
For you I was raised up
For you I've lived and for you I will die
For you I am dying now
You were my mad little lover
In a world where everybody fucks everybody else over
You who are so far from me
Far from me
So far from me
Way across some cold neurotic sea
Far from me

I would talk to you of all matter of things
With a smile you would reply
Then the sun would leave your pretty face
And you'd retreat from the front of your eyes
I keep hearing that you're doing best
I hope your heart beats happy in your infant breast
You are so far from me
Far from me
Far from me

There is no knowledge but i know it
There's nothing to learn from that vacant voice
That sails to me across the line
From the ridiculous to the sublime
It's good to hear you're doing so well
But really can't you find somebody else that you can ring and tell
Did you ever
Care for me?
Were you ever
There for me?
So far from me

You told me you'd stick by me
Through the thick and through the thin
Those were your very words
My fair-weather friend
You were my brave-hearted lover
At the first taste of trouble went running back to mother
So far from me
Far from me
Suspended in your bleak and fishless sea
Far from me

Widze ,ze powoli Twoj blog zamienia sie w sentymentalny blog Giordana , to jest nużące ...

O ... musze sie zastanowic czy chce dalej udostepniac Tobie miejsce u mnie

poza tym pisze dla niej, korzystam tylko z miejsca u ciebie...

zna je...byl czas, byl jej to powiedziec...

hmmm... wszystko slicznie ale moze jej pisz te wiersze :) albo recytuj :)

dni szesc, nocy szesc...

Last night my kisses were banked in black hair
And in my bed, my lover, her hair was midnight black
And all her mystery dwelled within her black hair
And her black hair framed a happy heart-shaped face

And heavy-hooded eyes inside her black hair
Shined at me frome the depths of her hair of deepest black
While my fingers pushed into her straight black hair
Pulling her black hair back from her happy heart-shaped face

To kiss her milk-white throat, a dark curtain of black hair
Smothered me, my lover with her beautiful black hair
The smell of it is heavy. It is charged with life
On my fingers the smell of her deep black hair

Full of all my whispered words, her black hair
And wet with tears and good-byes, her hair of deepest black
All my tears cried against her milk-white throat
Hidden behind the curtain of her beautiful black hair

As deep as ink and black, black as the deepest sea
The smell of her black hair upon my pillow
Where her head and all its black hair did rest
For six day she took a train to the West...

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Agatka, 2000