we built the cars of our dreams to reach out…

neverovatno lazy dan. oh, naravno da bih radije da sam na nekom drugom mestu. morskom. osučanom. šarenom. usput bih mogla da budem i ja neko poprilično drugačiji.  o, kad bih.

do tada iz prikrajka posmatram one koji su smeliji, slobodniji, opušteniji.

kao the makers. volim tu reč: makers. tako puno govori. sa respektom o stvaranju rukama. i duhom.

amy marrick je  jedan od bruklinskih makera, florista. i florist lepo zvuči.

i lepo znači.

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http://emersonmerrick.blogspot.com/

a tnt magazine je objavio interview sa julianom assangeom.

moj stari blog www.wildside.mojblog.rs je nestao. progutala ga neka crna rupa internetska. i baš me je rastužilo. pa, pišem ovo onako preko volje. ni sa promilom entuzijazma kao wildside. ova množina je usamljujuća.

eto…

za slušanje preporučujem lou doillon i njen debi album „places“.

negde sam pročitala: in cyber space people become places…

za čitanje saramaga i „putovanje portugalijom“. uz knjigu baciti pogled na 24Kitchen i ljubomira stanišića – i papa kilometros!

places – lou doillon

We’ve named everything
From the ground to the walls,
Climbed every mountain,
And turned every stone there was to find there.

We conquered the deep
Still looking for more
Trooped through the east, the south,
The west and the north

We built the machines,
The trains, the planes,
The cars of our dreams to reach out
For places, no one can find

We figured it out
Creation and god
Imposed our beliefs cause they’re better than yours
Don’t you know it?

Perfectionned our weapons
But we still need more,
To balance our peace,
We’re selling you war can you afford it

We’re ten for a seat,
And we’re still growing more,
It’s a brave new world that I’m heading for,
Have you read it?

We’ve named everything
From the ground to the walls,
Climbed every mountain,
And turned every stone there was to find there.

We conquered the deep
Still looking for more
Trooped through the east, the south,
The west and the north

We figured it out
Creation and god
Imposed our beliefs cause they’re better than yours
Don’t you know it?

Perfectionned our weapons
But we still need more,
To balance my peace,
I’m selling you war can you afford it

We built the machines,
The trains, the planes,
The cars of our dreams to reach out
For places, no one can find

Places, places, places, places

We built the machines,
The trains, the planes,
The cars of our dreams to reach out
For places, no one can find

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