February

If January is the saddest of them all Why is February so blue Using Incubus to find a piece of mind While running the streets without a clue Lost fathers with alcohol in hand He should be holding his kid instead Another disappointed spouse in earily twenties Will she spend her life baking cookies Desperate…

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Potres

Staklo koje se trese, nemirna voda u čaši, lusteri se opet njišu i još jedan tango sa zemljom počinje. Stojim na ulici u pokućnim papučama. Opet nema signala. Čuju se sirene. Ali taj ludi ples nije bio kraj. Još, još, još! Prestajem ih brojati. Dok spavam, dok peglam veš, dok radim… dok gledaš Sumrak sagu…

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