...snaga udarca mi varira...

“Pronašli smo se
na zlatnoj visoravni
daleko u nama.”
- Vasko Popa

...snaga udarca mi varira...

ma taj eduardo je cigan obicni. bilo bi super da mu je noga ostala u terenu. ili jos bolje, taylor trci, a eduardova noga se zapetljala u pertle u vuce se za njim... ili da je ostala na stadionu, pa da se igra umjesto charity shielda, Kup eduardove noge... da pobjednik u finalu dobija nogu

Znam ko sam i ne tražim da budem shvaćen
Edit by SerbianFighter: Maksimalna dozvoljena velicina slika u potpisu je visina: 60pix, sirina: 468pix i velicina 20KB

An elderly Albanian couple is sitting in their dark flat in Pristina. The electricity is out, yet again, and they are sitting in front of a blank television, lights out, food beginning to rot in the refrigerator which isn't running, no hot water, and certainly no cooking to do. They are just sitting there, wondering what to do next when all of the sudden, the crackle of electricity is heard when the lights begin to flicker. The television comes to life, the hum of the refrigerator can be heard and the water heater starts up.

The old man looks at his wife and says „Honey, get my gun. The Serbs are back.”

...snaga udarca mi varira...