Kazu da kad stucas neko te spominje...a kad pogodis ko prestane stucanje... Malo sutra i jedno i drugo meni nista zivo ne moze pomoci, stucam dok mi se ne zanesvjesta, kad mi se zanesvjesta, izgubim pojam o stucanju i to prestane polako
Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies. A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous. I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.
