tema, ki naj gre prosto pot

[Vale]

pa p:zda, ku grem ven s hiše že fasam klopa  :angry2: ma to golazen ne prenašam več, sej še trave ne smem pogledat že leze gor po meni, orkodijo, da bi babe tako delale pa ni na vidiku... :angry2:  :afro1:

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Ovratnica bi lahko pomagala :grim

[RAN]

Ovratnica bi lahko pomagala  :grim

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Uloviš babo, jo daš na ovratnico ?? :?

Nej slabu. .) :) :P :naughty:

[Alla]

Saj babe ni težko ujet...tud ovratnico ji ni težko nataknit.....obdržat jo je pa večji problem. :grim (tkosomireklistarimodriljudjepress.... O:-) )

Alla B)

[Pravokotar]

"Glavo pokonci, prijatelj!" :)

Tako je po nekih virih bodro dejal tisti znameniti medved tistemu enako ali celo bolj znamenitemu trentarskemu vodniku & raubšicu Antonu Tožbarju. Z namenom, kajti hip za tem mu je z dobro merjenim udarcem šape virtuozno odbil mandibulo. Kar zna biti jako boleča in nasploh sitna reč. Vendar je Anton (prava korenina!) zadevo moško prenesel in preživel. Kljub izrazito neugodnim prognozam. Res pa nekateri zatrjujejo, da Antonov nasmeh posihmal ni bil nikoli več tako prešeren kot pred opisanim dogodkom. Kar je po svoje razumljivo. Dandanes se celo nekateri prezidenti bolj kremžijo kot nasmihajo, pa niso imeli omembe vrednega opravka z nobenim medvedom. Zgleda da je čas herojev nepreklicno minil.

[GorazdH]

ma sej niso problem babe :grrr očitno mam predobro kri, da se ta golazen (klopi, da ne bo takoj ker komentiral drugače <_< ) lepi gor na mene...ne boste verjeli, moj stari, kot lovec ma praktično ne faše klopa, jst pa tudi z vsemi mogočimi repelenti skoraj vedno...aja, kej nismo enkrat govorili, pepe, da gremo malo po kavernah? :afro1: no sej bom kako sliko prflikal, samo jih mam vse navadne in bi jih mogu skenirat, jst ubožec pa skenerja nimam, niti u službi... <_<

sm pa zadnič vidu neko elektronsko antiklopovsko zadevo :eek: nisem še preizkušal, ma stari pravi da deluje... <_< seveda sej se ga tako nč ne prime... :angry2:

bluzim u 3 pm :afro1:

[Pravokotar]

...aja, kej nismo enkrat govorili, pepe, da gremo malo po kavernah?  :afro1:

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Smo! :grim

To info še vedno hranim v praspominu, brez skrbi. Je pa strahotna težava nakompletirat skupaj raznorazne Kekce, HHVje, Klimbre in ostale, ki so bili predvideni za to expedicijo. Po pravici povedano, zadnje čase že samega sebe komaj skompletiram.

[Špilferderber]

:topic: :topic: :topic:

ena povsem offtopična.

a ni hecno,

da župniki za vsak krst, poroko, birmo,

komplicirajo z nekimi zakramenti,

pri pogrebih pa nobeden in

se vsi strinjajo?

:topic: :topic: :topic:

[GorazdH]

špilferderber.... :lol1: :lol1: :lol1: :lol1: menda je to isto kot sistem zavarovalnice...samo da je tle glavna premija za pokasirat šele po tem ko crkneš :lol:

mislim, da bo Sabotin kar dober štart za kako tako črvarsko ekspedicijo...pa še na italjansko stran se lahko mirne duše oščiješ.... :lol1:

[Manu]

Za PEPEta, KEKYja in AlterManna. :004 Prevod. Original je neponovljiv ampak priznajte, da tudi to ni slabo.. :huh:

Pero Zubac

Mostar rains

i loved a certain svetlana in mostar one autumn

if only i knew whome she was sleeping with now

i'd chop her i'd chop her

if only i knew who was kissing her now

i'd knock his i'd knock his

ah if i knew who picking apricots

still unripe in me

i was telling her you are a child you are green

i was telling her everything

and she wept on my hands at may words

i was telling her you are an angel you are a devil

your body is ripe don't pretend to be a saint

and all night blue rains were raining over mostar

there was no sun no birds there was nothing

she asked me whether i had a brother what i studied

whether i was a croat whether i love rilke she asked everything

she asked me if i could do the same with every girl god forbid

she asked me in a low voice if i loved her

and blue rains were falling over mostar

she was luxuriously white in the dark od the room

but she wouldn't give she wouldn't

or she didn't dare devil knows

it is autumn that dead autumn in window-panes

her eyes a bird her thighs a doe

she had a mole a mole she had i dare not say

she had a mole small and violet or so it seems to me

she asked me if i was a croat if i had a girl

if i loved rilke she asked me everything

while in the window like christmas bells of my childhood water

drops rang

and a night song softly along downtown

hey suleman mother's son

she spread her years upon the floor

her eyes were full ripe peaches

her breasts were warm as puppies

i told her she was stupid she was putting on airs

svetlana svetlana do you know this is the atomic age

de gaulle gagarin and such nonsense i told her everything

she wept she wept

i took her to the bazaar dives

i toke her everywhere

i hid her in caves carried her to a balcony

under bridges we played hide and seek the neretva a filly

under an old bridge i spoke of crnjanski

how marvelous he is how marvelous

i drew her knees in wet sand

she laughed so merrily so innocently like first lilies

i took her to mosques karadjoz bey dead too dead

under his heavy tomb

so shantich's grave she carried some flowers cried a little

like a women

i took her everywhere

it is this summer now

i am now quite different i write some poems

in a newspaper half a column gor pero zubac and nothing more

and all the night blue rains were falling over mostar

she was luxuriously white in the dark od the room

but she wouldn't give she wouldn't

od she didn't dare devil knows

that sky those clouds those roofs

the pale sun of the hungry boy over mostar

i can't forget

nor her hair her small tongue like a strawberry

her laughter which could hurt like a curse

that player in the chapel on the white fill

god is great she said he will outlive us

nor those heavy blue rains

oh autumn her barren autumn

she spoke of films of james dean

she spoke about everything a bit sadly a bit pathetically

or karenina

she said clyde griffiths could not

hurt a fly

i laughed you are stupid he is a murdeerer you are a child of

but those streets those news-boys selling the latest edition of

liberation

those half withered grapes in shop-windows i can't forget

that bitter barren autumn over mostar those rains

ske kissed me all night long and caressed me and nothing more

i swear by my mother we did nothing more

after that summers came again rains came again

only one short letter from ljubljana why there

those leaves on pavements those days

i can't i don't know how

to erase

she writes she asked me what i do how i live if i have a girl

whether i ever think of her and of that autumn of those rains

she is now the same she swears by god quite the same

shall i believe her shall i laugh i cursed christ a long time ago

and i don't quite love her whether she swore or not

it must be so lies are worthlees

i talked to her of lermontov chagall i told her everything

she carried with her on old zweig's book read in the afternoon

her hair was threaded with summer the yellow colour of the

sun a little of the sea

first night her skin was also somewhat salty fish asleep

in her blood

we laughed at the boys who were jumping from bridges for

cigarettes

we laughed because it was not summer and thay were jumping

they are real children

she said they could die they could get pneumonia

then her long too long silences came

i could freely think about anything explain spinoza

for hours i could look at others at leisure throw stones

down rock i could also go somewhere go far away

i colud have died alone on her breasts more lonely than anyone

i could have turned into a bird water a rock

i could have done all this

her fingers were long weak bloodless but quick

we played lady-bird and hide and seek

svetlana get out you are under the rock i am not blinde

i am not stupid come up don't hesitate you'll be beaten

when it was her turn i could flee into the river itself she would

find me

she smells me immediately she says she knows me well

i never belived her she may have peeped through her fingers

she liked chestnuts we picked them round about

she carried them to the room hung them on threads

she loved roses those autumn roses i brought her

when they withered she would put them into a tin

i asked her what she thought oh this world whether she belived

in communism

whether she would like to be natasha rostova i asked her

everything

sometimes stupid questions i know that only too well

i asked her whether she'd like a small son blond say

she jumped from enthusiasm yes yes

and all of a sudden she was overpowere by grief like dead fruits

she mustn't she mustn't she wouldn't do that for her life

do you hear him he thinks it's so easy as if i had fallen from

jupiter

who then is that zubac pera that he should be that mn and

not somebody else

by no means he thinks he is at least brando or such a one

i told her you are stupid you are clever you are a devil

you are an angel i told her everything she believed nothing

you men are born liars you are rascals

she said everything

and blue rains were falling over mostar

i really loved that svetlana one autumn

if only i knew who she was sleeping with now i'd chop his

i'd chop his if only i knew who was kissing her now

i'd knock his i'd knock his alas if only i knew who

was picking apricots still unripe in me

[AlterMann]

...

Evo me ustajem tek da okrenem ploču

dali je to nepristojno u ovakvom času, Mozart, Requiem, Agnus Dei,

Meni je ipak najdraži početak...

...

[Manu]

NE DAJ SE INES

Ne daj se Ines

Ne daj se godinama moja Ines

drukcijim pokretima i navikama

Jer jos ti je soba topla

prijatan raspored i rijetki predmeti

Imala si vise ukusa od mene

Tvoja soba divota

Gazdarica ti je u bolnici

Uvijek si se razlikovala

po boji papira svojih pisama, po poklonima

Pratila me sljednjeg jutra oko devet do stanice

I rusi se zeleni autobus tjeran jesenjim vjetrom

kao list niz jednu beogradsku padinu

U vecernjem sam odijelu i opkoljen pogledima

Ne daj se mladosti moja, ne daj se Ines

Dugo je pripremano nase poznanstvo

I onda slucajno uz vrucu rakiju

i sa svega nekoliko recenica, lose prikrivena zelja

tvoj je nacin gospodje i obrazi seljanke

prostakuso i plemkinjo moja

Pa tvoje grudi, krevet

i moja soba objesena u zraku kao naranca

kao narancasta svjetiljka nad zelenom i modrom vodom Zagreba

Proleterskih brigada 39 kod Prkovic

Pokisla ulica od prozora dalje i sum predvecernjih tramvaja

Lijepi trenuci nostalgije, ljubavi i siromastva

Upotreba zajednicke kupaonice

I "Molim Vas, ako netko trazi"

Ne daj se Ines

Evo me ustajem tek da okrenem plocu

Da li je to nepristojno u ovakvom casu

Mozart Requiem Agnus Dei

Meni je ipak najdrazi pocetak

Raspolazem s jos milion njeznih

i bezobraznih podataka nase mladosti

koja nas pred vlastitim ocima vara, i krade, i napusta

Ne daj se Ines

Poderi pozivnicu, otkazi veceru, prevari muza

odlazeci da se pocesljas u nekom boljem hotelu

Dodirni me ispod stola koljenom

Generacijo moja, ljubavnice

Znam da ce jos biti mladosti,

ali ne vise ovakve - u prosjeku 1938

Ja necu imati s kim ostati mlad ako svi ostarite

I ta ce mi mladost tesko pasti

A bit ce ipak da ste vi u pravu

Jer sam sam na ovoj obali

Koju ste napustili i predali bezvoljno

A ponovo pocinje kisa,

kao sto vec kisi u listopadu na otocima

More od olova i nebo od borova

Udaljeni glasovi koji se mijesaju

Glas majke prijatelja, kceri, ljubavnice, broda, brata

Na brzinu pokupljeno rublje pred kisu

I nestalo je svjetla s tom bjelinom

Jos malo setnje uz more i gotovo

Ne daj se Ines

[Kruse]

...pravi Človek v pravem trenutku....

Tale stric je pa hudo zaposlen.... Me je peljal na kavo....pa eno svojo sodelavko mi je predstavil....

Svetlana.....in modre oci ima....

:hmm:

Ali ima res vsak svojega? Vec njih, celo?

Ampak....

:xx:

...bo res dost pocasi....

[Manu]

...bo res dost pocasi....

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Mislim , da ja. :yes:

In če je imela modre oči, Svetlana, si je zihr prej namontirala barvne leče. :yes:

In če je imela dolge blond lase, je zihr nosila lasuljo čez črne kratke. :yes:

In če je bila lepa in vitka, je zihr komi dihala zarad steznika, ki si ga je pet ur spravljala na razvlečen špeh na v nekaj dneh za pet kil na brzino shujšano telo. :yes:

In če je lepo govorila, je zihr blefirala. :yes:

Kruse, res bo dost počas. :yes:

:004

[Manu]

Pijem Actimel (Danone) in mi je boljše. :)

[gizmOkak]

Pijem Actimel (Danone) in mi je boljše. :)

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Ja pa cocacolo in je zmeri slabše :SS

[Manu]

Ja pa cocacolo in je zmeri slabše :SS

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Kaj pa če actimel s kokakolo zmešava? :hmm:

:)

Popravljeno Junij 9, 2005. Popravil Manu

[GorazdH]

ti kar pi tisti actimel (danone-IT)....kar pi tiste "mikrofašiste" boš hmali začela korakat gor pa dol z gosjim korakom :afro1: :lol1:

pijte vodo. :afro1:

[Manu]

pijte vodo.  :afro1:

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No prow. :doze: Nič mikrofašistov :blink:

[Nagaya]

Ja pa cocacolo in je zmeri slabše :SS

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pijem belo kavo in za life in mi je vseeno.... :photo:

Popravljeno Junij 9, 2005. Popravil Nagaya

[batzajla]

mmmm....šabesa :wub:

[Špilferderber]

pijem belo kavo in za life in mi je vseeno.... :photo:

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moja vsakodnevna kombinacija.. :grim

[GHOST RIDER]

vete ka mi je pa najbolš pr tejle temi... k ne mors pisat :topic: ker ni topica :lol1:

[bubamara]

dost mam vsega... :cry: ...KJE ZA HUDIČA JE GUMB ZA OFF :headbang:

po 11.juniju bo menda boljš :hmm: ...planeti pa to <_< ...

yeaaaa right :doze:

ma spet virus v sistemu...najboljš vse sesut in here i go again....

[Manu]

Skuhala sem si juho.

Sama sebi.

Zdaj jo grem pa še pojest.

Če ne bo pretrda.

:krneki:

[Kruse]

En izmed moznih odgovorov na vprasanje:

Kaj je bilo prej, kura ali jajce?

Najprej je bil kup gnoja.

Potem je na tem kupu zacel kikirikat petelin. Potem je prisla kura, na koncu je bilo pa se jajce.

:)