Šta biste voleli da budete u sledećem životu?

[believer]

umetnik....ne pravim pitanje oko vrste umetnosti.....

[mirka7]

bubamara mala crvena i tačkasta u nekom crtanom filmu

[Neron]

Tema odiše utopijskim duhom,ali ne mari...

Daj da budem šta mi duša ište u ovom,a za sledeći mogu i nekog od vas da opunomoćim kako bi me zastupao,pa kako god odlučite...

[love hunter]

Da, voleo bih da budem hrast.

Al' onaj stoletni, da preskocim celu pricu tanusnog stabla i svega sto ide uz to. E, onda bih slusao vetar, i govorio njegovim jezikom, i grlio bih svojom krosnjom zrake Sunca...pustio bih divlje golubove da se gnezde izmedju grana...gledao vreme kako protice pored mene, kao reka...milovao travu hladovinom...mozda bih cak dozvolio nekom klincu da mi ureze u koru ono srce i ime voljene devojcice (bez da ga cvrknem zirom po glavi ), i cuvao mu ga dok oboje ne budu deka i baka i gledao njihove setne osmehe pri pogledu na svoju mladu ljubav...


Voleo bih da budem hrast. Stoletni.

[believer]

joj........
posle ovakvog posta me prosto sramota da kazem svoju trivijalnu zelju......
znate onaj film "Violinista na krovu"?
mjuzikl o Jevrejima....
anyway,Zafir Hadzimanov je igrao glavnu ulogu u tom mjuziklu u pozoristu
i sad...Tjeve tamo peva jednu pesmu......"Da sam bogat covek"......


If I Were a Rich Man

[TEVYE]
"Dear God, you made many, many poor people.
I realize, of course, that it's no shame to be poor.
But it's no great honor either!
So, what would have been so terrible if I had a small fortune?"

If I were a rich man,
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
All day long I'd biddy biddy bum.
If I were a wealthy man.
I wouldn't have to work hard.
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
If I were a biddy biddy rich,
Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man.

I'd build a big tall house with rooms by the dozen,
Right in the middle of the town.
A fine tin roof with real wooden floors below.
There would be one long staircase just going up,
And one even longer coming down,
And one more leading nowhere, just for show.

I'd fill my yard with chicks and turkeys and geese and ducks
For the town to see and hear.
(Insert)Squawking just as noisily as they can. (End Insert)
And each loud "cheep" and "swaqwk" and "honk" and "quack"
Would land like a trumpet on the ear,
As if to say "Here lives a wealthy man."

If I were a rich man,
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
All day long I'd biddy biddy bum.
If I were a wealthy man.
I wouldn't have to work hard.
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
If I were a biddy biddy rich,
Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man.

I see my wife, my Golde, looking like a rich man's wife
With a proper double-chin.
Supervising meals to her heart's delight.
I see her putting on airs and strutting like a peacock.
Oy, what a happy mood she's in.
Screaming at the servants, day and night.

The most important men in town would come to fawn on me!
They would ask me to advise them,
Like a Solomon the Wise.
"If you please, Reb Tevye..."
"Pardon me, Reb Tevye..."
Posing problems that would cross a rabbi's eyes!
And it won't make one bit of difference if i answer right or wrong.
When you're rich, they think you really know!

If I were rich, I'd have the time that I lack
To sit in the synagogue and pray.
And maybe have a seat by the Eastern wall.
And I'd discuss the holy books with the learned men, several hours every day.
That would be the sweetest thing of all.

If I were a rich man,
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
All day long I'd biddy biddy bum.
If I were a wealthy man.
I wouldn't have to work hard.
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
(Delete)If I were a biddy biddy rich,
Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man. (End Delete)
(Insert) Lord who mad ethe lion and the lamb,
You decreed I should be what I am.
Would it spoil some vast eternal plan?
If I were a wealthy man. (End Insert, End Song)


e to......bih htela u sledecem zivotu......da budem odvratno bogata....

[Vronsky]

[love hunter]

Eto, ljudi...uskoro ce nova godina, pa sam resio da vam poklonim neke misli koje su grejale srce svih onih koji su imali zadovoljstvo da citaju doticnu damu...

"U nekom drugom zivotu...

Bicu voda.

Sa prirodnom tendencijom tecu iz visina u doline i skupljati se u najnizoj tacki. Uz pomoc sunca dizacu se neumorno u vazdusne visine i setati kao oblak iznad zemlje do nekog mesta na kome cu pozeleti da kisim iz nebeskih visina preko planina i dolina do mora…A u morima, pre sledeceg ciklusa necu mirovati. Pomerace me nevidljiva ruka. Lomicu se u valovima bespomocno na ostrim pucinama i distancirati graciozno pod plastom meseca, dok ce u mojim dubinama harati nepredvidive struje…

Kontinuirano prisutna, ali uvek sa novim licem…
Ko u meni bude trazio odraz…videce uvek nepoznati…

Lebdece magla iznad moje povrsine. Neki cudni, misteriozni plast, satkan od najagilnijih dubinskih kapljica vodene duse koje su zelele da promene agregatno stanje u nedodirljivo ali sveprisutno naslucenje, predosecaj, nagovestaj, poeziju, pricu, sliku ili…neku nefixiranu ideju…

Uvek ce me biti.


triViALna"

[Buba Erdeljan]

Ali ovo nije napisala dotična Gdjica.
Sorry

[maski]

lichi mi da chu ovaj put polozziti diplomski i da me nece vracati da ponavljam.

[biterlemon]

drvo...