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biografiju, hemingwaya, juru iskru, h.g.wellsa, frazera, pravopis, juru bubala,silvestra kutlešu, runovićki zbornik i naravno, imoart. čitam dnevne novine, ljude, znakove, natpise, reklame, skrivena značenje, onda opet glongu, belevarca, ratnika, zavelima, orila, bobu itd. čitam tabulare, note notkam, francuski, engleski, hrvatski, njemački - neke ne razumijem, ali isto malo čitam. i tako to. čitam i rješenja, žalbe, pritužbe, molbe, smsove, i chatove čitam. nekad čitam iz šupljeg u prazno, a pišem iz punog na prazno ako mi ide.
jurin put u indiju:
zbirka poezije drugoga jure, ovo ne čitam:
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Intro: G
G D
I pity the poor immigrant
G
Who wishes he would've stayed home,
G D
Who uses all his power to do evil
G
But in the end is always left so alone.
D Am
That man whom with his fingers cheats
D G
And who lies with ev'ry breath,
G D
Who passionately hates his life
D G
And likewise, fears his death.
Intro
G D
I pity the poor immigrant
G
Whose strength is spent in vain,
G D
Whose heaven is like Ironsides,
G
Whose tears are like rain,
D Am
Who eats but is not satisfied,
D G
Who hears but does not see,
D
Who falls in love with wealth itself
G
And turns his back on me.
Intro
G D
I pity the poor immigrant
G
Who tramples through the mud,
D
Who fills his mouth with laughing
G
And who builds his town with blood,
D Am
Whose visions in the final end
D G
Must shatter like the glass.
G D
I pity the poor immigrant
G
When his gladness comes to pass.
