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...Follow the Yellow Brick Road. Follow the Yellow Brick Road. Follow, follow, follow, follow. Follow the Yellow Brick Road!
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Nevena Ilic na Nekoliko klasika
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Nevena Ilic na Nekoliko klasika
Nevena Ilic na Nekoliko klasika
Stefan na Nekoliko klasika
Carole Lombard
Montgomery Clift & Liz Taylor ( A Place in the Sun )
The Oliviers
Vivien Leigh
Audrey Hepburn
Jean Seberg
Mrs L goes to brideshead
Tom Hardy stuff you need to see before you go to dreamland

BBC Stuart: A life Backwards 2007, BBC The Virgin Queen 2006, BBC Oliver Twist 2007, BBC Wuthering Heights 2009, Sky 1 The Take 2009, Inception...
Tom Hardy
Brief Encounter (1945)

Oh, Fred, I've been so foolish. I've fallen in love. I'm an ordinary woman. I didn't think such violent things could happen to ordinary people.
Doris Day & Rock Hudson
Gene Tierney
Romola Garai..she’s british and wonderful in :

BBC Daniel Deronda (2002)/ Rorry O'Shea was here (2004)/ Glorious 39 (2009)
Romola Garai
Katharine Hepburn & Cary Grant
William Butler Yeats * Clothes of Heaven*

..But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
vanity fair’s tribute to ‘it happened one night’ (1934)
Giulietta Masina
8 1/2 (1963)

The truth is: I do not know... I seek... I have not yet found. Only with this in mind can I feel alive and look at you without shame.
Mrs l likes it hot ;)
Arsenic and old lace (1944)

Insanity runs in my family...it practically gallops!
All right Mr. De Mille, I’m ready for my close-up
Deanna Durbin
Dylan Thomas *and death shall have no dominion*

..though lovers be lost love shall not; and death shall have no dominion...
Montgomery Clift..oh the beautiness
Paul Newman
Marlon Brando
Grace Kelly
Tennessee Williams

There are no 'good' or 'bad' people. Some are little better or little worse but all are activated more by misunderstanding than malice. A blindness to what is going on in each other's hearts. Nobody sees anybody truly but all through the flaws of their own egos. That's the way we all see each other in life.
Dear M.M.
City lights (1931)..Tomorrow the birds will sing
Louise Brooks

For two extraordinary years I have been working on it - learning to write - but mostly learning how to tell the truth. At first it is quite impossible. You make yourself better than anybody, then worse than anybody, and when you finally come to see you are “like” everybody - that is the bitterest blow of all to the ego.But in the end it is only the truth, no matter how ugly or shameful, that is right, that fits together, that makes real people, and strangely enough, beauty.
Louise Brooks
My man Godfrey (1936)

You have a wonderful sense of humor. I wish I had a sense of humor, but I can never think of the right thing to say until everybody's gone home.
Maureen O’Sullivan & William Powell
David Niven

Keep the circus going inside you, keep it going, don't take anything too seriously, it'll all work out in the end.
David Niven
The Red Shoes (1948)

The Ballet of The Red Shoes" is from a fairy tale by Hans Andersen. It is the story of a young girl who is devoured with an ambition to attend a dance in a pair of Red Shoes. She gets the shoes and goes to the dance. For a time, all goes well and she is very happy. At the end of the evening she is tired and wants to go home, but the Red Shoes are not tired. In fact, the Red Shoes are never tired. They dance her out into the street, they dance her over the mountains and valleys, through fields and forests, through night and day. Time rushes by, love rushes by, life rushes by, but the Red Shoes go on. -So what happens in the end? -Oh, in the end, she dies.
The Red Shoes ( 1948)
Guillaume Canet..l’homme que j’admire

Francuzi snimaju danas najbolje filmove. Jedan od njih, reditelj i glumac Gijom Kane. Preporuka: Mon idole (2002)/ Jeux d'enfants (2003)/ Narco (2004),Ne le dis à personne (2006)/Ensemble c'est tout (2007)/, Darling(2007)/,Farewell -(*ha sa Kusturicom*)(2009)
Guillaume Canet
Cinema Paradiso (1988)

Living here day by day, you think it's the center of the world. You believe nothing will ever change. Then you leave: a year, two years. When you come back, everything's changed. The thread's broken. What you came to find isn't there. What was yours is gone. You have to go away for a long time... many years... before you can come back and find your people. The land where you were born. But now, no. It's not possible. Right now you're blinder than I am. - Who said that? Gary Cooper? James Stewart? Henry Fonda? Eh? -No, Toto. Nobody said it. This time it's all me. Life isn't like in the movies. Life... is much harder.
Sophia Loren
Live forever Liz!
Bringing up baby (1938)

Now it isn't that I don't like you, Susan, because, after all, in moments of quiet, I'm strangely drawn toward you, but - well, there haven't been any quiet moments
Jack Lemmon
Jack Kerouac

Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road.
R.E.M. – Leave

Nothing can bring me closer
Nothing can bring me near
Where is the road I followed?
To leave it, leave

It's under, under, under my feet
The sea spread out there before me
Where do I go when the land touches sea?
There is my trust in what I believe

That's what keeps me
That's what keeps me
That's what keeps me down
Believe it
Leave it
Leave it all behind

Shifting the dream
Nothing can bring me
Further from my old friend Time

Shifting the dream
Charging the scene
I know where I marked the signs

Suffer dreams of a world gone mad
I like it like that and I know it
I know it well
Ugly and sweet
I temper madness with an even extreme

That's what keeps me
That's what keeps me
That's what keeps me down
I say that I'm a bantam light weight
I say that I'm a phantom airplane
That never left the ground

That's what keeps me
That's what keeps me
That's what keeps me down
Leave, leave it
Leave it all behind

Lift me, lift me,
I dream, I dream.
I lost myself, I lost the
Heartache calling me
I lost myself in sorrow
I lost myself in pain
I lost myself in clarity
Memory, leave, leave

That's what keeps me
That's what keeps me
That's what keeps me down
To leave it, believe it
Leave it all behind

That's what keeps me
That's what keeps me
That's what keeps me down
To leave it, believe it
Leave it all behind

Lift my hands
My eyes are still
I walk into the sea
Shoot myself in a different place
Then leave it

I've longed for this to take me
I've longed for my release
I've waited for the calling
To leave, leave

Leave, leave
Pamela Tiffin
Ninotchka (1939)

Don't make an issue of my womanhood.
Greta Garbo
ВЛАДИМИР МАЯКОВСКИ

Светить всегда,светить везде, до дней последних донца, светить - 130 и никаких гвоздей!Вот лозунг мой -и солнца!
Nijinsky
Wuthering Heights (1939)

If he loved you with all the power of his soul for a whole lifetime he couldn't love you as much as I do in a single day. Not he. Not the world. Not even you, Cathy, can come between us.
Laurence Olivier
The Doors – The Ghost song

Awake.
Shake dreams from your hair
my pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and choose
the sign of your day
the day's divinity
First thing you see.

A vast radiant beach and
cooled jeweled moon
Couples naked race down
by it's quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad children
Smug in the wooly cotton
brains of infancy
The music and voices are all around us.

Choose they croon the Ancient Ones
the time has come again
choose now, they croon
beneath the moon
beside an ancient lake

Enter again the sweet forest
Enter the hot dream
Come with us
everything is broken up and dances.

Indians scattered,
On dawn's highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child's,
Fragile eggshell mind

We have assembled inside,
This ancient and insane theater
To propagate our lust for our life,
And flee the swarming
wisdom of the streets.

The barns have stormed
The windows kept,
And only one of all the rest
To dance and save us
From the divine mockery of words,
Music inflames temperament.

Ooh great creator of being
Grant us one more hour,
To perform our art
And perfect our lives.

We need great golden copulations,

When the true kings murders
Are allowed to roam free,
A thousand magicians arise in the land
Where are the feast we are promised?

One more thing

Thank you oh lord
For the white blind light
Thank you oh lord
For the white blind light

A city rises from the sea
I had a splitting headache
From which the future's made
Scottish vacuum of charm : James Mcavoy
Scottish & Australian vacuum of charm: Ewan Mcgregor & Nicole Kidman
Leonard Cohen- True love leaves no despair

As the mist leaves no scar
On the dark green hill
So my body leaves no scar
On you and never will
Through windows in the dark
The children come, the children go
Like arrows with no targets
Like shackles made of snow

True love leaves no traces
If you and I are one
It's lost in our embraces
Like stars against the sun

As a falling leaf may rest
A moment on the air
So your head upon my breast
So my hand upon your hair

And many nights endure
Without a moon or star
So we will endure
When one is gone and far

True love leaves no traces
If you and I are one
It's lost in our embraces
Like stars against the sun
Stuart : a life backwards

The book is Stuart: a Life Backwards, by Alexander Masters. Stuart Shorter was, when his biographer first saw him, sitting on a square of cardboard on a pavement in Cambridge at Christmas time in 1998, an impossible man of 30, broken-toothed, hairy, filthy, weird looking, the sort of man people edit out of their consciousness.

When Masters, his future Boswell, bent down to hear him speak, Stuart whispered: “As soon as I get the opportunity I’m going to top myself.” He explained an elaborate plan to make his suicide look like a murder: he was going to taunt all the drunks coming out of the pub until they’d have to kill him to get a bit of peace. It had to be murder, Stuart explained, slurring his words. “Me brother killed himself in March. I couldn’t put me mum through that again. She wouldn’t mind murder so much.” That was both true and also typical of Stuart’s gallows humour.

Stuart Shorter was, or became, a junkie, dosser, alcoholic, thief, convict, illiterate self-harmer given to black mists of rage, and a violent sociopath with delusional paranoia and a fondness for what he called little strips of silver, meaning knives. He even held his small son hostage with a knife during a police raid. He was also, or had been, as his biographer slowly discovered, funny, sensitive, courageous, unimaginably resilient, imaginative, witty, thoughtful and intelligent, although years of drugs, drink and liquid coshes in institutions had scrambled his brains. He collaborated with this biography but told the writer to “make it more like a murder mystery — what murdered the boy I was?” He did not live to see it: he fell under the London to King’s Lynn train one night in 2001 near Waterbeach, where he came from.
Stuart : a life backwards
George Bernard Shaw

This is the true joy in life, the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; the being a force of nature instead of a feverish, selfish little clod of ailments and grievances, complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy. I am of the opinion that my life belongs to the whole community, and as long as I live it is my privilege to do for it whatever I can. I want to be thoroughly used up when I die, for the harder I work, the more I live. I rejoice in life for its own sake. Life is no brief candle to me; it is a sort of splendid torch which I have got hold of for the moment, and I want to make it burn as brightly as possible before handing it on to future generations.
And now for something completely different..’The Tudors’

When we compare the present life of man on earth, with that time of which we have no knowledge, it seems to me like the swift flight of a single sparrow, through a banqueting hall on a Winter’s day. After a few moments of comfort, he vanishes from sight, into the Wintery world from which he came. Even so, man appears on earth for a little while. But, of what went before this life, and what will follow, we know nothing.
Jonathan Rhys Meyers..die hard fan sam još od ranih radova
Some Like It Hot (1959)

Shell Oil Junior: I heard a very sad story about a girl who went to Bryn Mawr.She squealed on her roommate and they found her strangled with her own brassiere.
Daphne: Yes. We have to be very careful
whom we pick for a roommate. Hm?
Tony Curtis
Life Raft – W.H. Audin

Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
But on earth indifference is the least
We have to dread from man or beast.

How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.

Admirer as I think I am
Of stars that do not give a damn,
I cannot, now I see them, say
I missed one terribly all day.

Were all stars to disappear or die,
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And feel its total dark sublime,
Though this might take me a little time.
Orson Welles
Orson said it

I have a great love and respect for religion, great love and respect for atheism. What I hate is agnosticism, people who do not choose.

I have an unfortunate personality.

Nobody gets justice. People only get good luck or bad luck.

I hate television. I hate it as much as peanuts. But I can't stop eating peanuts.
Ingrid Bergman
Boulevard of broken dreams ( Moulin Rouge 1934)

I walk along the street of sorrow
The boulevard of broken dreams
Where gigolo and gigalette
Can take a kiss without regret
So they forget their broken dreams

You laugh tonight and cry tomorrow
When you behold your shattered dreams
And gigolo and gigalette
Awake to find their eyes are wet
With tears that tell of broken dreams

Here is where you'll always find me
Always walking up and down
But I left my soul behind me
In an old cathedral town

The joy that you find here you borrow
You cannot keep it long it seems
But gigolo and gigalette
Still sing a song and dance along
Boulevard of broken dreams
Black velvet and that little boy’s smile, black velvet with that slow southern style..a new religion that’ll bring ya to your knees black velvet if you please…
If I can dream -Elvis Presley (’68)

There must be lights burning brighter somewhere
Got to be birds flying higher in a sky more blue
If I can dream of a better land
Where all my brothers walk hand in hand
Tell me why, oh why, oh why can't my dream come true
Oh why

There must be peace and understanding sometime
Strong winds of promise that will blow away
the doubt and fear
If I can dream of a warmer sun
Where hope keeps shining on everyone
Tell me why, oh why, oh why won't that sun appear

We're lost in a cloud
With too much rain
We're trapped in a world
That's troubled with pain
But as long as a man
Has the strength to dream
He can redeem his soul and fly

Deep in my heart there's a tremblin' question
Still I am sure that the answer, answer's gonna come somehow
Out there in the dark, there's a beckoning candle, yeah
And while I can think, while I can talk
While I can stand, while I can walk
While I can dream, please let my dream
Come true......right now
I wish I knew how it would feel to be free – Nina Simone

I wish I knew how
It would feel to be free
I wish I could break
All the chains holding me
I wish I could say
All the things that I should say
Say 'em loud say 'em clear
For the whole round world to hear
I wish I could share
All the love that's in my heart
Remove all the bars
That keep us apart
I wish you could know
What it means to be me
Then you'd see and agree
That every man should be free

I wish I could give
All I'm longin' to give
I wish I could live
Like I'm longin' to live
I wish I could do
All the things that I can do
And though I'm way over due
I'd be starting a new

Well I wish I could be
Like a bird in the sky
How sweet it would be
If I found I could fly
Oh I'd soar to the sun
And look down at the sea
Than I'd sing cos I know - yea
Then I'd sing cos I know - yea
Then I'd sing cos I know
I'd know how it feels
Oh I know how it feels to be free
Yea Yea! Oh, I know how it feels
Yes I know
Oh, I know
How it feels
How it feels
To be free
Marcello Mastroianni
Rita Hayworth
Marion Cotillard..classy lady ;)
Barbara Stanwyck
The Great Kate
Kate said it ;)

I never lose sight of the fact that just being is fun.

I never realized until lately that women were supposed to be the inferior sex.

If you always do what interests you, at least one person is pleased.

Dressing up is a bore. At a certain age, you decorate yourself to attract the opposite sex, and at a certain age, I did that. But I'm past that age.

Life is to be lived. If you have to support yourself, you had bloody well better find some way that is going to be interesting. And you don't do that by sitting around.

Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get - only with what you are expecting to give - which is everything
Natalie Wood
Ann Todd & Gregory Peck
J.M. Barrie ( Peter Pan-isms) ;))))))))))))

Stars are beautiful, but they must not take an active part in anything, they must just look on forever. It is a punishment put on them for something they did so long ago that no star now knows what it was.

Shall we make a new rule of life from tonight: always try to be a little kinder than is necessary?

Tink was not all bad: or, rather, she was all bad just now, but, on the other hand, sometimes she was all good. Fairies have to be one thing or the other, because being so small they unfortunately have room for one feeling only at a time. They are, however, allowed to change, only it must be a complete change. (uvek sam navijala za Zvoncicu i Petra Pana)

Let no one who loves be unhappy, even love unreturned has its rainbow.

God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.

The reason birds can fly and we can't is simply because they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings.

When the first baby laughed for the first time, its laugh broke into a thousand pieces, and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies.

All the world is made of faith, and trust, and pixie dust.

The secret of happiness is not in doing what one likes, but in liking what one does.
Mr Bojangles

I knew a man, Bojangles, and he'd dance for you
In worn out shoes.

With silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants,
The old soft shoe.

He'd jump so high, yes he'd jump so high, then he'd lightly touch down.

I met him in a cell in New Orleans, I was
So down and out.

He looked to me to be the eyes of age,
As he spoke right out.

He talked of life, yes he talked of life. He laughed, clicked heels and he stepped.

Mister Bojangles
Mister Bojangles
Mister Bojangles,
Dance!

He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs
Throughout the South.

He spoke through tears of fifteen years how his dog and him
Traveled about.

His dog up and died, yes he up and died, after twenty years he still grieved.

He said, I dance now at every chance in honky tonks
For drinks and tips.

But most my time I spend behind these county bars.
Cause I drinks a bit.

He shook his head and as he shook his head I heard someone ask him, please

Mister Bojangles
Mister Bojangles
Mister Bojangles,
Dance!
Любовь вошла в моё сердце….da da ja voleti Olega
Cinici -Anatolij Marijengof

Intermezzo- Tužni klovn

Koliko vremena mi tako idemo? Pet minuta? Pet sati? Ili pet vekova?
Znam jedno: u ta kola seo sam skoro mlad, a izaci cu iz njih kao starac. Moje telo je kao luster, svaki nerv zveci i udara kristalnom kapi.
Jesenje lice je bas kao zuta vatrena grudva. Ludi cirkusant zafrljacio je u nebo baklju kojom je zonglirao.Baklja nije zelela da se vrati nazad na zamlju. Moja ljubav takodje nije zelela da se vrati na zemlju.A kakve joj sve cudesne stvari nisam izvodio. Sa nebom treba znati razgovarati.
Jadni lakrdijasu! Naterao si svoju ljubav da hoda na tocku po glupoj areni, naterao si je da izvodi salto-mortale. Nagradjivao si je zvonkim i teskim samarima. Mazao je krompirovim brasnom i prostim rumenilom. na zadnjici si joj nacrtao srce iz koga curi krv. Oblacio u sarene pantalonice. Ona je zveckala kao praporci i pravila grimase, tako ruzne, da je umesto smeha izazivala odvratnost. I sta je ispalo? Ludilom bacen au nebo, ona je tamo ostala da visi kao zuta grudva vatre i nije zelela da padne na zemlju.
Love is a many splendored thing (1955)..William Holden & Jennifer Jones
Sa moje ‘must see’ liste…odlicannn:))
Johnny, Johnny si tu etais plus galant Johnny, Johnny je t’aimerais tout autant :)
Dear Robert Downey Jr
Quotes I like…about acting/theatre :)

I regard the theatre as the greatest of all art forms, the most immediate way in which a human being can share with another the sense of what it is to be a human being. Oscar Wilde

I love acting. It is so much more real than life. Oscar Wilde

I don't know what is better than the work that is given to the actor-to teach the human heart the knowledge of itself. Laurence Olivier

I often think that could we creep behind the actor's eyes, we would find an attic of forgotten toys and a copy of the Domesday Book. Laurence Olivier

The only line that's wrong in Shakespeare is 'holding a mirror up to nature.' You hold a magnifying glass up to nature. As an actor you just enlarge it enough so that your audience can identify with the situation. If it were a mirror, we would have no art. Montgomery Clift

I would say that among my many huge emotional miscalculations was my taking a film career for granted. It is the most awesome privilege to be able to use one's imagination and wit, physicality and musicality, conscious brain and unconscious instinct, in the service of a work that has a chance to move and excite and amuse and delight people all over the world, including long after we're dead. What a noble calling! Robert Downey Jr

Whatever character you play, remember they are always doing something. They are not just talking. They are alive; going through a drama in which they will go through some sort of dramatic human experience. Keywords: Alive and Experience. It is your job to make them become so. Anything you do on stage or film has a direct relation to something you have experienced in one form or another in real life. Use your imagination to exaggerate or lessen that sensation. Then, disguise it in characterization and don't forget to make lots and lots of mistakes, and look like a complete asshole. You'll do fine. Tom Hardy
Cillian Murphy
Cillian wrote a nice song a long time ago….

Strange beside the pond
You look long and lovely
Like I remember you
I was on my break
You had time to spare
And so we tried to...talk
Or maybe just sit

'Cause things look beautiful when they're away from you
Things look beautiful when they're so new
And thinks look beautiful when they're away from you
They seem to stay away from you

The island boats was slow
We heard the Monkeys on the radio
The only song you know
I walked on for miles
You stood on heels
I turned to wave to you
And then you started to...smile
But it was stolen away
By some devil inside of you

'Cause things look beautiful when they're away from you
Things look beautiful when they're so new
And thinks look beautiful when they're away from you
They seem to stay away from you

Am I lying to you still
I can't move
I miss you so much
I miss you so much
I was trying to fix this loss
I've given up
I just stand and look at her
I just stand and look at her

'Cause things look beautiful when they're away from you
Things look beautiful when they're so new
And thinks look beautiful when they're away from you
They seem to stay away from you
Emily Blunt
On Monsieur’s Departure (Elizabeth I)

My care is like my shadow laid bare beneath the sun.
It follows me at all times and flies when I pursue it.
I freeze and yet am always burned
since from myself again I turn.
I love and yet am forced to hate.
I seem stark mute; inside I prate.
My care is like my shadow laid bare beneath the sun.
It follows me at all times and flies when I pursue it.
I love and yet am forced to hate.
I seem stark mute; inside I prate.
Some gentle love doth ease itself
Into my heart and mind.
For I am soft and made of snow
Love, be more cruel or so be kind
Jane Eyre (1944) Orson was DA man!
George Sanders..oh the britishness:)
Jean Paul Belmondo
Craig Ferguson’s quotes :))

If I start giving people what they like I'll turn into one of them and I don't want to be one of them I want to be one of me.

I'm always a bit shy around evil people...

Self help books are pointless. Here's something for you... Men are from Mars, women are from Venus, and self help books are from Uranus.

[Referring to Smokey the Bear] Kids: If a bear is wearing a ranger hat, it's because he ate the ranger!
Plastic Jesus ( Cool Hand Luke-1967)

Don't care if it rains or freezes
Long as I got my plastic Jesus
Sitting on the dashboard of my car

Comes in colors, pink and pleasant
...Glows in the dark because it's iridescent
Take it with you when you travel far

Get yourself a sweet Madonna
Dressed in rhinestone, sitting on a
Pedestal of abalone shells

Going ninety, I ain't scary
Because I got the Virgin Mary
Assuring me that I won't go to Hell

Get yourself a sweet Madonna
Dressed in rhinestone, sitting on a
Pedestal of abalone shells

Going ninety, I ain't scary
Because I got the Virgin Mary
Assuring me that I won't go to Hell

I am weak but Thou art strong
Jesus keep me from all wrong
I'll be satisfied as long
As I walk, let me walk close to Thee

Just a closer walk with Thee
Grant it, Jesus, is my plea
Daily walking close to Thee
Let it be, dear Lord, let it be

When my feeble life is o'er
Time for me shall be no more
Guide me gently, safely o'er
To Thy kingdom's shore, to Thy shore

When life's sun sinks in the west
Lord, may I have done my best
May I find sweet peace and rest
In that happy home of the blessed
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Znakovi pored puta – Ivo Andric

Ima ljudi ciji je zivot trag u vodi. Nevidljivi su, necujni, nestvarni, bez otisaka u pescanoj pustinji covecnosti. Ne znamo odakle su medju nas dosli, a kad odu, zasto su i kuda otisli. Dok su bogovi zemljom greli, tako smo ih prepoznavali. Kad nas napustise, od njihove moci ljudi nasledise jedino sposobnost da zive, ali ne da budu.
Desanka :)

Ima u dusi mojoj oziljak koji samo u snu boli.
I ne znam od kog bola on je ostao,i da li je to bilo jutro ili suton kad se urezao u moju dusu...Takva je nasa dusa.
Ispunjena uspomenama koje nas rastuze,nasmeju,zabole. Ponekad namjerno diramo te stare oziljke iako znamo da nas ceka neprospavana noc. Pa onda kroz prozore gledamo u neko tudje nebo i uzalud trazimo one zvjezde ka kojima smo nekad davno upirali ceznjive poglede i samo njima odavali tajne prvih mladalackih ljubavi.Pa se naprezemo da cujemo onaj ljetni povjetarac sto je saputao u krosnjama drveca ispod kojeg smo se,drzeci svoju prvu ljubav za ruke,skrivali od radoznalih pogleda. Ali...umjesto tog sapata samo uzdah srca svoga cujemo. Prohujalo je vrijeme i mnoge vode protekle....
Montgomery Clift& Lee Remick
Boggie&Bacall
Everybody sing this song, DooDah, DooDah Well everybody sing this song all the DooDah day…a takooo istinito:))
Paulette Goddard
Dean Martin
If you ooze masculinity, like some of us do, you have no reason to fear pink.(Alfie-2004)..hm..:)
Mrs Lovett..bezrazlozna ali zanimljiva potreba za pseudonimom :)
Virginia Woolf

I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don't have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.

To look life in the face, always, to look life in the face, and to know it for what it is...at last, to love it for what it is, and then to put it away.

The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.

As a woman I have no country. As a woman my country is the whole world.

Really I don't like human nature unless all candied over with art.
Da li sam svuda gde su mi tragovi….M.A.

Da li sam svuda gde su mi tragovi?
Ko zna s cim sam se spajao
a nisam ga ni takao.
mozda sam boravio i u svom zivotu?
mozda postoje izvesni znaci
ili kao da je neko stran?
Ali ipak uz mene se moze,
mada je neobicno.
Sa mnom je opasno ici,
ja se nikad ne umaram.
Valjda sam jedini covek
koji sumnja u sebe.
sve cesce mi se cini
da nisam nikakav oblik,
vec da slobodno jedrim
kroz sopstveno pijanstvo
- prepusten suncevom vetru
odlivam se i dolivam.
Ali ipak uz mene se moze,
mada je neobicno,
sa mnom je opasno hteti,
ja nikad ne odustajem.
Neiskvaren iskustvom,
poseban slucaj samoce.
Ponekad izmislim sadasnjost,
da imam gde da prenocim.
I suvise sam video,
da bih smeo da tvrdim,
mnogo toga sam saznao,
da bih imao ijedan dokaz
ali ipak uz mene se moze,
mada je neobicno.
Sa mnom je opasno voleti,
ja nikad ne zaboravljam.
Pokusavam da shvatim ucenja
koja mene shvataju.
Nejasna mi je vera
spremna da u mene veruje.
Tesko je biti okovan
u moju vrstu slobode.
Lako mi je s nemirom,
ne mogu da umirim mir.
Al ipak uz mene se moze,
mada je neobicno,
sa mnom je cudno cak i umreti...
jer ja se ne zavrsavam.
How wonderful life is now you’re in the world…
Fields of gold -Sting

You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in the fields of gold

So she took her love
For to gaze awhile
Upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold

Will you stay with me, will you be my love
Among the fields of barley
We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we lie in the fields of gold

See the west wind move like a lover so
Upon the fields of barley
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth
Among the fields of gold
I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I've broken
But I swear in the days still left
We'll walk in the fields of gold
We'll walk in the fields of gold

Many years have passed since those summer days
Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
Among the fields of gold
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in the fields of gold
When we walked in the fields of gold
When we walked in the fields of gold
..but for the lovers, their arms round the griefs of the ages, who pay no praise or wages nor heed my craft or art.
Disco pigs (2001)
Flame turns blue-David Gray

I went looking for someone I left behind
Yeah but no-one just a stranger did I find
I never noticed hadn't seen it as it grew
The void between us where the flame turns blue

Different places yeah but they all look the same
Dreams of faces in the streets devoured by names
I'm in collision with every stone I ever threw
And blind ambition where the flame turns blue

Worlds dismantled hey and all the books unbound
Conversations though we utter not a sound
I heard a rumor I don't know if its true
That you'd meet me where the flame turns blue

So I venture underneath the leaden sky
See the freight train with its one fierce eye
And then I listen as it tears tears night into
With a whistle and the flame turns blue

In the morning I will sing
In the morning I will sing

Through the lemon trees the diamonds of light
Break in splinters on the pages where I write
That if I lost you I don't know what I'd do
Burn forever where the flame turns blue
Yeah if I lost you I don't know what I'd do
Burn forever where the flame turns blue

In the morning I will sing
In the morning I will sing
Aleksandar Pejn u najboljem izdanju..: None of this would have happened if Mr. McAllister hadn’t meddled the way he did. He should have just accepted things as they are instead of trying to interfere with destiny. You see, you can’t interfere with destiny. That’s why it’s destiny. And if you try to interfere, the same thing’s going to happen anyway, and you’ll just suffer.
In dreams, emotions are overwhelming…
Jean Arthur
wouldn’t give you two cents for all your fancy rules if, behind them, they didn’t have a little bit of plain, ordinary, everyday kindness and a little looking out for the other fella, too.
Jedan od zaista romanticnih filmova u ’90-im..p.s. mozda i nije neki glumac al’ ja sam uvek volela Kijanua
Une femme francaise (1994)
The Godfather is the I-ching. The Godfather is the sum of all wisdom. The Godfather is the answer to any question. What should I pack for my summer vacation? “Leave the gun, take the cannoli.” What day of the week is it? “Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Wednesday.”
Though I’m no Olivier I would much rather… and though I’m no Olivier if he fought Sugar Ray he would say that the thing ain’t the ring, it’s the play. So give me a… stage where this bull here can rage . And though I could fight I’d much rather recite .. that’s entertainment.
Jessica Lange
I can’t believe you’re gonna let a few little letters of the alphabet keep us apart. It is a detail! Just – look, just call me Damon, okay? It’ll be like a nickname.
Peter O’ Toole
-We’re married thirty seconds and already you look at other women. – I had to look at her, she was talking to me, I looked in the direction the sound was coming from
Romy Schneider
Conversation like television set on honeymoon…unnecessary. Peter Sellers
She’s ferocious and she knows just what it takes to make a pro blush, all the boys think she’s a spy, she’s got Bette Davis eyes
Merle Oberon
Jean Harlow & Clark Gable
Oh..the Irish……

Black is the color of my true love's hair
His face is like roses so fair
He's the prettiest face
and the neatest of hands
I love the ground on where he stands

Oh I love my love
and this he knows
I love the ground on whereon he goes
If you no more on earth I see,
I can't serve you as you have me

The winters passed and the leaves are green
the time is passed that we have seen
But still I hope the time will come
when you and I will be as one

I go to the Clyde to mourn and weep,
but satisfied I never could sleep
I write you a letter
just a few short lines
I'll suffer death ten thousnad times.

So fare you well my ain true love
The time has passed but I wish you well
But still I hope the time will come
When you and I wil be as one.

I love my love and this he knows
I love the ground whereon he goes
He's theprettiest face and the neatest of hands,
I love the ground wereon he stands.
Lena Headey
James Purefoy
…It was this brother who, on the day of her death, swore to the good Lord above that he would follow in her footsteps, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, just, just, just, just, just, just, just, just, just, just owe it all up to her. But on her terms. As a woman. And just as proud to be a woman as she ever was. For I am not Emily Kimberly, the daughter of Dwayne and Alma Kimberly. No, I’m not. I’m Edward Kimberly, the recluse brother of my sister Anthea. Edward Kimberly, who has finally vindicated his sister’s good name. I am Edward Kimberly. Edward Kimberly. And I’m not mentally ill, but proud, and lucky, and strong enough to be the woman that was the best part of my manhood. The best part of myself.
Dustin Hoffman
Kate Winslet
Ralph Fiennes
La belle dame sans merci – John Keats

Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight,
Alone and palely loitering;
The sedge is wither'd from the lake,
And no birds sing.

Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight,
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel's granary is full,
And the harvest's done.

I see a lily on thy brow,
With anguish moist and fever dew;
And on thy cheek a fading rose
Fast withereth too.

I met a lady in the meads
Full beautiful, a faery's child;
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.

I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long;
For sideways would she lean, and sing
A faery's song.

I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She look'd at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan.

She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild, and manna dew;
And sure in language strange she said,
love thee true.

She took me to her elfin grot,
And there she gaz'd and sighed deep,
And there I shut her wild sad eyes--
So kiss'd to sleep.

And there we slumber'd on the moss,
And there I dream'd, ah woe betide,
The latest dream I ever dream'd
On the cold hill side.

I saw pale kings, and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
Who cry'd--"La belle Dame sans merci
Hath thee in thrall!"

I saw their starv'd lips in the gloam
With horrid warning gaped wide,
And I awoke, and found me here
On the cold hill side.

And this is why I sojourn here
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is wither'd from the lake,
And no birds sing.
Viv & Larry
Just sayin’
Peter O’Toole & Sian Phillips
Richard Burton & Elizabeth Taylor
Jeanne Moreau
Claudia: I don’t understand. He meets a girl that can give him a new life and he pushes her away? Guido: Because he no longer believes in it. Claudia: Because he doesn’t know how to love. Guido: Because it isn’t true that a woman can change a man. Claudia: Because he doesn’t know how to love. Guido: And above all because I don’t feel like telling another pile of lies. Claudia: Because he doesn’t know how to love.
Vanessa Paradis
Nicole Kidman
The Passenger -Iggy Pop

I am a passenger
And I ride and I ride
I ride through the city's backside
I see the stars come out of the sky
Yeah, they're bright in a hollow sky
You know it looks so good tonight

I am a passenger
I stay under glass
I look through my window so bright
I see the stars come out tonight
I see the bright and hollow sky
Over the city's a rip in the sky
And everything looks good tonight

Singin' la la la la la-la-la la
La la la la la-la-la la
La la la la la-la-la la la-la

Get into the car
We'll be the passenger
We'll ride through the city tonight
See the city's ripped insides
We'll see the bright and hollow sky
We'll see the stars that shine so bright
The sky was made for us tonight

Oh the passenger
How how he rides
Oh the passenger
He looks through his window
What does he see?
He sees the sided hollow sky
He see the stars come out tonight
He sees the city's ripped backsides
He sees the winding ocean drive
And everything was made for you and me
All of it was made for you and me
'cause it just belongs to you and me
So let's take a ride and see what's mine

Oh, the passenger
He rides and he rides
He sees things from under glass
He looks through his window's eye
He sees the things he knows are his
He sees the bright and hollow sky
He sees the city asleep at night
He sees the stars are out tonight
And all of it is yours and mine
And all of it is yours and mine
Oh, let's ride and ride and ride and ride...
Freddie
David Bowie
Under Pressure….

Pressure pushing down on me
Pressing down on you no man ask for
Under pressure - that burns a building down
Splits a family in two
Puts people on street

It's the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming let me out
Pray tomorrow - gets me higher
Pressure on people - people on streets

Chippin' around - kick my brains around the floor
These are the days it never rains but it pours
People on streets - people on streets

It's the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming let me out
Pray tomorrow - gets me higher
Pressure on people - people on streets

Turned away from it all like a blind man
Sat on a fence but it don't work
Keep coming up with love but it's so slashed and torn

Why - why - why
Love

Insanity laughs under pressure we're cracking
Can't we give ourselves one more chance
Why can't we give love
Cos love's such an old fashioned word
And love dares you to care for
The people on the edge of the light
And love dares you to change our way of
Caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves
Under pressure
Under pressure
Pressure
Peter O’Toole gives a tour-de-force performance as Jack, a man “cured” of believing he’s God-only to become Jack the Ripper incarnate. Based on Peter Barnes’ irreverent play, this darkly comic indictment of Britain’s class system peers behind the closed doors of English aristocracy. Insanity, sadistic sarcasm, and black comedy-with just a touch of the Hollywood musical-are all featured in this beloved cult classic directed by Peter Medak.
Always look on the bright side of life
Marlene D.
Gary Cooper & Barbara Stanwyck
Makin’ whoopee – Frank Sinatra

Another bride, another June
Another sunny honeymoon
Another season, another reason
For makin' whoopee

A lot of shoes, a lot of rice
The groom is nervous, he answers twice
Its really killin' that he's so willin' to make whoopee

Picture a little love nest
Down where the roses cling
Picture the same sweet love nest
And think what a year can bring

He's washin dishes and baby clothes
He's so ambitious he even sews
But don't forget folks,
Thats what you get folks, for makin' whoopee

Another year or maybe less
Whats this I hear well can't you guess
He says he's busy and she says is he, he's makin whoopee

He doesn't have much money
Only five thousand per
Some judge who thinks he's funny
says you'll give six to her
Now he says judge suppose I fail
The judge says boy right into jail
He thinks he'll keep her I guess its cheaper than makin whoopee
Breakfast at Tiffany’s (1961)
On the waterfront (1954)
Julie Christie
Anthem – Leonard Cohen

The birds they sang
at the break of day
Start again
I heard them say
Don't dwell on what
has passed away
or what is yet to be.
Ah the wars they will
be fought again
The holy dove
She will be caught again
bought and sold
and bought again
the dove is never free.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.

We asked for signs
the signs were sent:
the birth betrayed
the marriage spent
Yeah the widowhood
of every government --
signs for all to see.

I can't run no more
with that lawless crowd
while the killers in high places
say their prayers out loud.
But they've summoned, they've summoned up
a thundercloud
and they're going to hear from me.

Ring the bells that still can ring ...

You can add up the parts
but you won't have the sum
You can strike up the march,
there is no drum
Every heart, every heart
to love will come
but like a refugee.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.
That's how the light gets in.
That's how the light gets in.
Leonard Cohen
Sonet o neporočnoj ljubavi- Branko Miljković

Nema je ovde, sve je više gubim
U časnom krugu kog zaborav rubi.
Oh, gipka sliko varke, varko živa,
kad kamen vida njeno lice biva.

Daj mi snage da neporočno ljubim,
dane započeo tužno. Tu se skriva
bol bez odjeka i reč bez odziva.
O, daj mi snage nad silama grubim.
Vrati mi sličnost da usnim, dok strava
tišti mi čelo i niče na stolu.
Ona je deo predela što spava.
Pomešana s vetrom dok ćuti u sjaju.
Iscrpem budućnost u svirepom bolu
što sanja krv leta i pakao u raju.
Margot Fonteyn & Rydolph Nureyev
Isadora Duncan
Сергей Есенин

Ну, целуй меня, целуй,
Хоть до крови, хоть до боли.
Не в ладу с холодной волей
Кипяток сердечных струй.

Опрокинутая кружка
Средь веселых не для нас.
Понимай, моя подружка,
На земле живут лишь раз!

Оглядись спокойным взором,
Посмотри: во мгле сырой
Месяц, словно желтый ворон,
Кружит, вьется над землей.

Ну, целуй же! Так хочу я.
Песню тлен пропел и мне.
Видно, смерть мою почуял
Тот, кто вьется в вышине.

Увядающая сила!
Умирать так умирать!
До кончины губы милой
Я хотел бы целовать.

Чтоб все время в синих дремах,
Не стыдясь и не тая,
В нежном шелесте черемух
Раздавалось: «Я твоя».

И чтоб свет над полной кружкой
Легкой пеной не погас —
Пей и пой, моя подружка:
На земле живут лишь раз!
The Barber of Siberia (1998)
Doctor Zhivago (1965)
My blue heaven – Frank Sinatra

Whippoorwills call, evenin' is nigh
Hurry to my Blue Heaven
Turn to the right, there's a little white light
Will lead you to my Blue Heaven

You'll see a smilin' face, a fireplace, a cozy room
Little nest that nestles where the roses bloom

Molly and me, and the baby makes three
We're happy in my, in my Blue Heaven

You're gonna see a smilin' face, fireplace, cozy room
And a little nest nestled where the roses bloom

Just Molly and me, and the baby is three
We're so happy in my Blue Heaven
We're happy in my Blue Heaven
We're happy in my Blue Heaven!
She was so alive, modern, frank, and natural that she stands out like a beacon on a lightship in this odd place called Hollywood. Barbara Stanwyck on Carole Lombard
Twentieth Century (1934) John Barrymore & Carole Lombard
Grand hotel (1932)
Je Veux d’l'amour, d’la joie, de la bonne humeur, ce n’est pas votre argent qui f’ra mon bonheur, moi j’veux crever la main sur le coeur papalapapapala allons ensemble, découvrir ma liberté, oubliez donc tous vos clichés, bienvenue dans ma réalité.
Autori

7 reagovanja na A little bit of Elvis

Gradiva | oktobar 5, 2011 u 11:37 pm | Odgovor

Nisam znala da si Elvis fan ja se sećam da sam kao mala jako htela neki Elvisov set kaseta u rayličitim bojama, to je valjda bilo ili sve njegovo ili baš široka kolekcija hitova. Ali, nisam imala para a onda je u međuvremenu to i zaboravljeno. Ipak, Elvisa i sada volim, ima u njemu nešto posebno a i film Viva Las Vegas sam kao mala gledala jako mnogo … to je baš divna childhood memory. Naročito http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O6fH02JqpDE&feature=related
Marko - Buki blog | oktobar 6, 2011 u 8:59 am | Odgovor

Mora da se zna ko je kralj…:) Svaki put kad pustim Elvisa podsetim se zasto je on Kralj bio i ostao
Gradiva | oktobar 6, 2011 u 3:58 pm | Odgovor

Evo imam i tumblr hajde prikljuci se, bas je super a i ima mnooogo vintage/old movies loving ljudi ! Tako je zgodno kad ti se ne pise nego samo neki citat, neka slikica, neki filmic … kao slikovnica nesto izmedju bloga ovakvog tipa i tvitera, I guess.

Pod istim sam imenom, tek sam ga otvorila :
http://casadelpoetatragico.tumblr.com/
Nevena Ilic | oktobar 6, 2011 u 4:07 pm | Odgovor

@ Ivana Jao vratila si se! Jeee, jedva cekam utiske o Rimu! )) Meni je Viva Las Vegas bio najupecatljiviji i jako ga volim. Ja sam bila pravi mali screaming fan Cak sam ga i imitirala kad sam imala pet godina konstantno, izludjivala sam moje. Aw..taj klip je divan. En Margret mi da budem iskrena nikad nije bila nista posebno, ali mozda ne znam dovoljno o njoj. Gledala sam takodje kad sam bila mala jednu zaista dobru seriju o Elvisu koju ne mogu da nadjem na google i bilo mi je zao Prisile, jer je Elvis bas bio womanizer, woman-womanizer…:) Medjutim kasnije kad sam gledala old Prisilu kod Opre i citala kako je rekla da bi Elvisa sigurno spasila sajentologija…videh da je lujka i En Margret mi je porasla u ocima.
@ Marko da, da druze moj, niko kao Elvis http://youtu.be/7EYvQMDLZZk (True Romance by Tarantino)
Nevena Ilic | oktobar 6, 2011 u 4:10 pm | Odgovor

@Ivana E tumblr, bas ti je super…Carole Lombard ) E ali ja sam malo glupa za sve to, jer ja treba svoj da otvorim? Mozda…tek sam deaktivirala fb nalog i trudim se da ne budem umrezena. Na fb sam ludovala sa slicicama i linkovima, ali zaista nemam vremena…ay there’s the rub Videcu…
J.K.Clang | oktobar 12, 2011 u 11:10 pm | Odgovor

Ahhhh…. Blue Moon – moja ”save-song”. Kad god izađem iz prodavnice s nekom ljigom koja mi se od silnog čekanja na kasi uvrtela u mozak, uvek odvrtim ovu pesmu u mislima i tako se spasim bede. U stvari, vrtim je kad god poželim da se rešim neke bede…
Nevena Ilic | oktobar 13, 2011 u 5:28 pm | Odgovor

Jao divno Meni nije bas ‘save song’ ali mi nekako dodje kao ‘soulmate song’ …nekako mi se sve poklopi i bude kako treba kad je slusam (e sad ako me razumes svaka ti cast). To vazi samo za Elvisovu verziju, on ju je cini mi se najosecajnije otpevao i tako je tuzno..a ja to volem )