| June 14th, 2008 |
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Sēžu ar zefīru kasti rokās, klausos "21th century lullabies" un ēdu. Pēcsvētku noskaņa (Jūs esat vislabākie!)un daudz ēdamā palieku (Kā vienmēr). Drīz būs jāķerās pie Čaka, bet sajūta, ka vesela mūžība priekšā.
Un 20 gadi nav nemaz tik briesmīgi, kā pirms kāda pusgada likās, nu un, ka vairs nav padsmit, bet šī solās būt visforšākā vasara, kāda līdzšim ir bijusi :)
Smaids no manas sejas nenozūd. ;)
Sapņoju, ka mani ir apsēduši ļaunie gari, mājās spokojas, to garu dēļ, man piemīt telekinēzes spējas, bet es par tām nemaz nejūtos laimīga, visu laiku meklēju kādu, kas mani no tām atbrīvotu.Mirkļa lamatas manās miesās: Smaidīgi sagumzīti Balsis galvā un aiz tās: Nick Cave- As I sat sadly by her side |
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One morning I woke up
O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
One morning I woke up
And I found the invader
Oh partisan, carry me away,
O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
Oh partisan, carry me away,
For I feel I'm dying
And if I die as a partisan
O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
And if I die as a partisan
You have to bury me
But bury me up in the mountain
O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao,
But bury me up in the mountain
Under the shadow of a beautiful flower
And the people who will pass by
O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao,
And the people who will pass by
Will say to me: "what a beautiful flower"
This is the flower of the partisan
O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
This is the flower of the partisan
Who died for freedom |
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