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August 23rd, 2006

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vēl astoņas dienas..no divām nedēļām...[un tad?]
man patīk pielijuša lauku ceļa smarža.vismaz šovakar, jo tieši pie tādas es netieku. es gribu tur, kur neizdodas nonākt. gribu to, ko neizdodas iegūt. izlutināta? iespējams. bet ceļā uz sapņu piepildījumu. un nav nemaz tik viegli.galu galā, es nesākšu nīdēt vai aizskart citus, jo man nav tas ko gribu. [nevis vēlos, bet gribu]..samierināšos,jo pasaules gals taču nepienāks.[cik banāli, jau atkal]

jo vairāk es pieaugu,jo mazāk es zinu, un jo vairāk es piedzīvoju, jo mazāk pieaugu.. es tikai varu censties..un tas ir tas ko daru! [laikam]

Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late and to a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
When the head of state didn't play guitar,
Not everybody drove a car,
When music really mattered and when radio was king,
When accountants didn't have control
And the media couldn't buy your soul
And computers were still scary and we didn�t know everything
When the head of state didn't play guitar,
Not everybody drove a car,
When music really mattered and when radio was king,
When accountants didn't have control
And the media couldn't buy your soul
And computers were still scary and we didn�t know everything

sajūt:
gaidu..
skanja:
sandi thom - i wish a was a punkrocker
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romatika mūsdienās pastāv.
tiku pie sava slapjā lauku ceļa un romantiska piknika stāvkrastā vērojot jūru..saēdos mellenes un jutōs pārlaimīga.
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