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Nekad davno cula sam da kada kisa pada u stvari nebo place zbog kraja neke ljubavi… Koliko je samo puta nebo plakalo zbog nas ! Ako nista drugo , ostalo nam je nesto neprocenljivo.. Uspomene.. Uspomene na mirise koji ne blede , na kisne noci .. Na dvoje ljudi .. Na ljubav…Na davno ispircanu pricu… Znas , ima na svetu jos hiljadu ljudi poput nas… Ista prica, ista osecanja.. Samo drugi glumci u toj predstavi zivota koju zovemo “ljubav” … Svako od nih pati , place .. Zeli, voli , sanja.. Bas svako od njih.. Kakav klise! A mi ? Izgubljeni na razlicitim stranama svemira…Na kraju , sta ti mogu reci sto vec nisam? “Volim te” je tako otrcana faza , toliko puta izgovorena.. Bolje da cutim i za svoju tisinu cuvam te.. U srcu, kao najvredniju uspomenu…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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