Imam svoj mali svet i oko njega kineski zid :)
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A Walk to Remember ♥<p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; color: #333333">Lendon: DA LI ME VOLIS?<br />Dzejmi: AHA<br />Lendon: HOCES LI UCINITI NESTO ZA MENE<br />Dzejmi: SVE<br />Lendon: HOCES LI DA SE UDAS ZA MENE ♥</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida sans', 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; color: #333333"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; font-size: large"><strong><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px">Ljubav je uvek strpljiva i ljubazna. <br />Nikad nije ljubomorna.<br />Ljubav nikad nije razmetljiva ili uobrazena.<br />Nikad nije neprijatna ili sebicna.<br />Ne prima uvrede i nije uvredljiva.<br />Ljubav ne uziva u gresima drugih ljudi, ali uziva u istini.<br />Uvek je spremna da oprosti, da veruje, da se nada,<br /><u>i da podnese sve na sta naidje!</u> </span></em></strong></span></span></p><p> </p><p><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/21/31509189_bff8dc9208.jpg" border="0" title="undefined" width="500" height="363" /><img src="http://img5.allocine.fr/acmedia/medias/nmedia/00/02/54/28/ph6.jpg" border="0" title="undefined" width="400" height="600" /> </p>
http://makic.blog.rs/blog/makic/generalna/2009/11/28/a-walk-to-remember
, 28 2009 14:31:20 +0100notebook♥<p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; font-style: italic; line-height: 14px; font-family: 'lucida sans', 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; color: #333333"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline">Allie: Why didn't you write me? Why? It wasn't over for me, I waited for you for seven years. But now it's too late.<br />Noah: I wrote you 365 letters. I wrote you everyday for a year.<br />Allie: You wrote me?<br />Noah: Yes... it wasn't over, it still isn't over <3</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline"> </span></span></p><p><img src="http://notebook.drowned-world.net/img/gallery/34.jpg" border="0" title="undefined" /></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; font-style: italic; line-height: 14px; font-family: 'lucida sans', 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; color: #333333"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline">Noah: So it's not gonna be easy. It's going to be really hard; we're gonna have to work at this everyday, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, forever, everyday. You and me... everyday.</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline"> </span></span></p><p><img src="http://images.rottentomatoes.com/images/movie/gallery/1133507/photo_02.jpg" border="0" title="undefined" width="267" height="400" /></p><p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; line-height: 14px; font-family: 'lucida sans', 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; color: #333333">Allie: Now, say I'm a bird.</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; line-height: 14px; font-family: 'lucida sans', 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; color: #333333"><strong>Noah: If You're a Bird, I'm a Bird.</strong> </span></p><p> <img src="http://images.starpulse.com/Photos/Previews/TheNotebook016.jpg" border="0" title="undefined" width="450" height="300" /></p>
http://makic.blog.rs/blog/makic/generalna/2009/11/27/notebook
, 27 2009 17:47:29 +0100*Beograd*<p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium"><strong><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300">Verujte, bila sam svuda.</span></em></strong></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium"><strong><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300">I nigde, na celoj ovoj planeti nije interesantno kao u Beogradu.</span></em></strong></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium"><strong><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300">Ovaj grad je različit. On spaja nespojivo.</span></em></strong></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium"><strong><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300">U njemu, na semaforu stoji zaprežno vozilo tik uz najnoviji model "aston martina".</span></em></strong></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium"><strong><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300">U njemu klošari postaju pevači i obrnuto, a devojke u najnovijem modelu "Dolce & Gabanna" voze se u tramvaju koji svaki čas može da se zapali.</span></em></strong></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium"><strong><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300">Ovde samo profesori prodaju robu na buvljaku, a prave beogradske dame više ne izlaze na ulicu.</span></em></strong></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium"><strong><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300">Kad je u ovom gradu mirno, ljudi su u panici.</span></em></strong></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium"><strong><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300">U ovom gradu si jednog dana veoma važan, a već drugog te svi zaboravljaju. U njemu te se svi boje, a onda, preko noći, mali si i ponižen. Ovde možes da odrasteš kao niko, a najlakše na svetu da postaneš neko!</span></em></strong></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium"><strong><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300">U Beogradu gosti najskupljeg hotela gledaju u naselje od kartonskih kutija.</span></em></strong></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium"><strong><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300">U njemu se ulicom šetaju najlepše žene koje psuju kao najprimitivniji muškarci.</span></em></strong></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium"><strong><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300">Ovde je sve izmešano. Ovde vlada ludilo. Ovde vlada potpuna konfuzija. Ovde je sve šizofreno!</span></em></strong></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium"><strong><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300">OVDE JE MNOGO DOBRO! </span></em></strong></span></p><p> Maša Rebić</p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium"><strong><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003300"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; color: #000000"><img src="http://www.nacionalnarevija.com/images/images/Broj%208/GALERIJA/velike/Str%209%20-%20beograd%20nocu.jpg" border="0" title="undefined" width="850" height="567" /></span></span></em></strong></span></p>
http://makic.blog.rs/blog/makic/generalna/2009/11/25/beograd
, 25 2009 15:39:28 +0100Ptice umiru pevajući*<p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003366"><strong><em>Prema jednoj legendi postoji ptica koja peva samo jednom u svom životu, lepše nego bilo koji drugi stvor na ovoj zemlji. </em></strong></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003366"><strong><em>Od trenutka kada napusti gnezdo ta ptica traži trnovito drvo i nema mira dok ga ne nađe.</em></strong></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003366"><strong><em>Uvuče se među njegove divlje, isprelpletene grane i, pevajući, nabode svoje telo na najduži, najoštriji trn. Dok umire, njen bol prerasta u pesmu daleko lepšu od pesme slavuja ili ševe. </em></strong></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003366"><strong><em>Cena te predivne pesme je život, ali čitav svet zastaje da sluša, a Bog na nebu se osmehuje. </em></strong></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003366"><strong><em>Jer ono najbolje što postoji može se dobiti samo po cenu velike boli...ili bar tako kaže legenda. </em></strong></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003366"><strong><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; color: #000000"> <img src="http://images.art.com/images/products/regular/10100000/10100710.jpg" border="0" title="undefined" width="359" height="450" /> </span></em></strong></span></p>
http://makic.blog.rs/blog/makic/generalna/2009/11/23/ptice-umiru-pevajuci
, 23 2009 18:09:46 +0100~when a man loves a woman~<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6600">When a man loves a woman<br />Can't keep his mind on nothing else<br />He'll trade the world<br />For the good thing he's found<br />If she's bad he can't see it<br />She can do no wrong<br />Turn his back on his best friend<br />If he put her down<br /><br />When a man loves a woman<br />Spend his very last dime<br />Tryin' to hold on to what he needs<br />He'd give up all his comfort<br />Sleep out in the rain<br />If she said that's the way it ought to be<br /><br />Well, this man loves a woman<br />I gave you everything I had<br />Tryin' to hold on to your precious love<br />Baby, please don't treat me bad<br /><br />When a man loves a woman<br />Down deep in his soul<br />She can bring him such misery<br />If she plays him for a fool<br />He's the last one to know<br />Lovin' eyes can't ever see<br /><br />When a man loves a woman<br />He can do no wrong<br />He can never own some other girl<br />Yes when a man loves a woman<br />I know exactly how he feels<br />'Cause baby, baby, baby, you're my world<br /><br />When a man loves a woman.....<img src="http://www.blog.rs/js/tinymce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-kiss.gif" border="0" alt="Kiss" title="Kiss" /><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" height="350" data="http://www.youtube.com/v/SWNsyossf6s" id="ltVideoYouTube"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SWNsyossf6s" /><param name="wmode" value="transparent" /><param name="allowScriptAcess" value="sameDomain" /><param name="quality" value="best" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><param name="FlashVars" value="playerMode=embedded" /></object></span></span>
http://makic.blog.rs/blog/makic/generalna/2009/11/23/when-a-man-loves-a-woman
, 23 2009 17:32:35 +0100Woman*<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0000ff"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline"><img src="http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumb_302/12194140733tTCr8.jpg" border="0" title="undefined" width="233" height="350" />B<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium">udi jako oprezan da ne rasplačeš ženu, jer Bog broji njene suze. Žena je nastala od muškarčevog rebra-ne od njegovih stopala da se po njoj gazi. Ne od njegove glave da se njome vlada, nego od boka da mu bude jednaka. Ispod ruke da bude zaštićena i pokraj srca da bude voljena...</span></span></em></span></span>
http://makic.blog.rs/blog/makic/generalna/2009/11/23/woman2
, 23 2009 17:23:00 +0100Čestitamo!Ukoliko možete da pročitate ovaj članak, uspešno ste se registrovali na Blog.rs i možete početi sa blogovanjem.
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, 23 2009 14:31:22 +0100