Apsolutnoromanticno! Dopada mi se slika. Projicira osjechaj nedostizhne cheznje - kao zatvorenik sa electronic foot tag - fotboja - (ne znam na nashem). Sloboda koju nemas a koja je vidna svakodnevno je bolnija od neprimjetnog nedostatka slobode. U sluchaju potpunog zatvorenishtva se to isto zatvorenishtvo, nashom nesvjesnom strategijom kreiranja smisla, mozhe metamorfirati u jednu vrstu slobode. Ali kad je sloboda vidna a nedistizhna onda zatvorenishtvo postaje jasnije i prelazi u svepreovladavajuchi osjechaj - status stagniranja u kukuruzima.
I don't know where I'm bound, I don't know where I'm bound, whistles calling me away, leaving at the break of day, and I don't know where I'm bound.
Can't stand locks, bars, doors, mean cops, insanity, and wars; gotta find a place of peace, until then, my traveling won't cease, but I don't know where I'm bound.
There's gotta be a place for me, under some green growing tree; with clear cool water running by, an unfettered view of the sky, but I don't know where I'm bound.
When I die, don't bury me, cause then I must be free; cremate my body with a grin, throw my ashes to the wind, cause I don't know where I'm bound.
I don't know where I'm bound, I don't know where I'm bound, whistles calling me away, leaving at the break of day, and I don't know where I'm bound.
Got myself a little gal, she has been a downright pal; that old highway's calling me, and free I gotta be, but I don't know where I'm bound, I don't know where I'm bound.
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Apsolutnoromanticno! Dopada mi se slika. Projicira osjechaj nedostizhne cheznje - kao zatvorenik sa electronic foot tag - fotboja - (ne znam na nashem). Sloboda koju nemas a koja je vidna svakodnevno je bolnija od neprimjetnog nedostatka slobode. U sluchaju potpunog zatvorenishtva se to isto zatvorenishtvo, nashom nesvjesnom strategijom kreiranja smisla, mozhe metamorfirati u jednu vrstu slobode. Ali kad je sloboda vidna a nedistizhna onda zatvorenishtvo postaje jasnije i prelazi u svepreovladavajuchi osjechaj - status stagniranja u kukuruzima.
a malkice podsjecha i na "grid" i "the rule of thirds" - ifjunouuadajmin.
:)))))))))
I DON'T KNOW WHERE I'M BOUND
I don't know where I'm bound,
I don't know where I'm bound,
whistles calling me away,
leaving at the break of day,
and I don't know where I'm bound.
Can't stand locks, bars, doors,
mean cops, insanity, and wars;
gotta find a place of peace,
until then, my traveling won't cease,
but I don't know where I'm bound.
There's gotta be a place for me,
under some green growing tree;
with clear cool water running by,
an unfettered view of the sky,
but I don't know where I'm bound.
When I die, don't bury me,
cause then I must be free;
cremate my body with a grin,
throw my ashes to the wind,
cause I don't know where I'm bound.
I don't know where I'm bound,
I don't know where I'm bound,
whistles calling me away,
leaving at the break of day,
and I don't know where I'm bound.
Got myself a little gal,
she has been a downright pal;
that old highway's calling me,
and free I gotta be,
but I don't know where I'm bound,
I don't know where I'm bound.
I don't know where I'm bound.
JOHNNY CASH
"bizantyne is reflecting in our pond
thre's a cloud but the water remains calm"
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