večeras more mi je pričalo ....

zingaro je napisao/la:Sinoc sam trchao po pjeshchanoj plazi,,pripishalo mi se,,pisho sam nekako zadovoljno jer sam znao da ce se Pizda konektirati jezikom na  mora kad tad,,,ako nishta kroz giritze:)),,,Mogu ga zamislit kako uziva,,citiram "u jebo te al je ovo slano",,,ko da je cigin kuratz,,pamcenje je zajebata stvar.....

lastavica je napisao/la:podsjetila si me na jednu prekrasnu poeziju. poznata mi je u stihovima ali ne  kao šansona pa ne znam je li ju je j.brel prepjevao ili je ostalo samo na napisanom tekstu. na žalost, prijevod na hrvatskom jeziku nisam našla već samo na talijanskom. 
pjesma govori o barkama, simbolično. divna je. ako ti pođe za rukom da nađeš prijevod ili ga pronađeš na engleskom ili francuskom, meth .... 



Conosco delle barche
che restano nel porto per paura
che le correnti le trascinino via con troppa violenza.

Conosco delle barche che arrugginiscono in porto
per non aver mai rischiato una vela fuori.


Našla sam je na engleskom. 

Like Sailboats

 
I know boats
that remain in the harbor for fear
that the current drag away with too much violence .
I know boats rusting in port
for he never risked a sail out.
I know the boats that they forget to leave
they are afraid of the sea by dint of age
and the waves they have never taken elsewhere ,
their journey is over even before it began .
I know the boats so chained
who have forgotten how to get rid of.
I know of boats that remain to sway
to be really sure not to capsize .
I know the boats that go into group
to face the strong wind beyond the fear.
I know of boats that will scratch a bit '
on routes where the ocean port their game.
I know boats
who never stopped going out once again,
every day of their lives
and who are not afraid to throw at times
side by side forward at risk of sinking .
I know boats
returning to port torn everywhere,
but the bravest and strongest .
I know boats overflowing with sun
because they shared wonderful years.
I know boats
that they always come back when they sailed .
Until their last day,
and are ready to spread their wings of giants
because they have a heart to measure ocean .
 
Jacques Brel