odgrizi moje prste i pusti me van
postao bih miris svega sto ostavljam
I’m leaving this town tonight! Going to seaside, to Herceg Novi. I hope that the weather will be nice. It can be cloudy but PLEASE NO RAIN!
I’ll be back in 10 days. It’s gonna be good rest. I need to stop thinking of all the things happening here, to change the environment and have fun.
Queue posts are ready. Don’t forget about me! :D
dok sateliti nocima kruze i po mljecnim stazama traze bilokakav glas o tebi
i kao poklon donesu meni
moje tijelo od soli i vode nece trajati zauvijek
bez tebe da samo jos jednom spustis nebo na moje usne
kao ocean disem i lice u soli skrivam
Ponekad ustanem prije nje
skuham kavu i gledam je dok spava
sunce se tada prikrada
lice joj u zlato pretvara
Jer što sagradimo srušimo
ponekad vičemo pa šutimo
ukrademo pa vratimo
malo griješimo pa shvatimo
Astorre pictured Raymonde, running through the hills of the country, eating olives from barrels, hearing tales of the great dons and the Sicily of old. He looked forward to telling his son those stories. And yet he knew that those myths would not be enough.
One day his son would go to America, a land of vengeance, mercy, and magnificent possibility.” —Omerta by Mario Puzo
And 9 more days till Herceg Novi. Yay, can’t wait!
I’m going to visit my aunt an my grandparents in Banja Luka. Packed my bags, leaving in half an hour. Back in 5-6 days.
neka vjetar nosi glas… nista nije, nista nije vrijedno nas
I will be okay, I promise. I just need time to clean all the mess in my head.