"I'm looking for the face I had Before the world was made"

Yeats, The Winding Stair

Color

Filed Under (asides) by laluve on 09-03-2008

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Why can you not say what is in your head?

she asks him…

Why can you not stop saying what is in yours?

he replies, and then it begins, leaving the viewer spellbound:

Why must you lead, when I want to lead? If I want to dance I will ask you to dance. If I want to speak I will open my mouth and speak. Everyone is forever plaguing me to speak further. Why?

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6 Responses to “Color”


  1. tacno. svako ce reci ono sto oseca onda kad oseca da treba da kaze. ja nisam docekala…bar ne od onog od koga sam ocekivala:(


  2. Interesantno :)


  3. taja
    nisi docekla zato sto nisi imala strpljena ili ….?
    da probas da pises blog, mozda dobijes neke odgovore, sama od sebe ?

    I2U
    sigurna sam da je tebi to interesantno, naslov sidebloga, pogotovu, mozda jos neke kockice pokpis ;-)


  4. da znas da sam htela da pisem,ali nemam hrabrosti. a strpljenju se jos nisam naucila. u svakom slucaju,osecam da razumes.


  5. Mozda i dobijem trazeno resenje


  6. taja
    probaj…nekad hrabrost dodje kad krenes
    ako treba pomoc ti vici :-)

    I2U
    mozda

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