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This could be just a song. |
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My dear energy, Intellect flows Knowledge glows Down the digital lines So many secrets To be discovered Behind the firewall Open your eyes Open your mind I love you, Surfing the NET |
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"I was her" I've seen things you wouldn't believe Shattered images from the past Flashing back in strange situations Everything was so colourful Everything was moving Emotions were music Colours were music Someone talked to me through music She walked by me She was music And the flowers were talking The song wasn't just a song Those nights are all gone Memories are ment to fade Can't erase them Loving life helps It seems to be endless I'm affraid of dreams I'm affraid of freedom I loved the snow Even though it was cold I looked at her She made a snowball All feelings are gone now Can't take them back Lost like tears in the rain I've been listening to happiness Life was music Music was transparent It wasn't music It was too deep Deep to the sense of everything Music was gray He said that music ends There is no more I was her Feeling everything through her Seeing things through her I thought I was love Could've been everywhere I was her I sensed life It's deep inside I know it I will taste everything I can be everywhere I will never come back No one understands I cry I cry ... |
"Life"
Life is so beautiful
Just a few people handle it right
Your existence shines
Like the brightest light
On the horizon of life
Love makes you fight
For the reason of life
It is the patron of might
The rebirth of innocence
Think carefully
There is no doubt
You are sailing
Into the harbor of life
"The yellow day"
("Zuti dan")
The sky song,
the yellow day
loves green fruit
above everything,
above the world and stars.
The child of universe
makes destiny.
He thinks about beauty
swimmming inside liquid eternity,
creating the sounds of images,
the sounds of emotions.
He takes apart reality
to the smallest parts
walking on the line
of matter and idea.
He flies over the clouds
erasing time.
Out in space
his comet awaits her,
the green fruit.
They join together
to form a new star
illuminating themselves.
Light creates a figure
in love with a song.
It used to be,
and it exists no more.
There is only shape,
an evidence of love,
the remaining of a dream.
Boris Petrovic ©1997
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I can feel other being's emotions. Ego boundries come down. You can listen to the sound of my mind. Try to comprehend everything. The answers to all questions are reachable. Why do the most intelligent creatures suffer the most ? |
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Understanding and pretending. Crying, trying. Slowly dying. And the sun still comes out. Laughing, spinning, enjoying winning. |
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I am watching cloud formations, Waiting for the sun to come out The sky is burning My senses mix I hear what I see I feel what hear I feel enormous joy I feel life on the distant planets |
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