Hurry Up

 

 

 

 

It's a story

About man and a boy

Boy who was fast

And man was to slow

They met only four days ago

And one, two, three

Off they go

Copenhagen

Stockholm

Oslo

 

After few days on the road

The time came to let it go

The boy ran fast home

And man continue to travel alone

But you know

Boy was not really a boy

And a man was not really  slow

Nobody's perfect

 

 

Is The End Coming

 

 

It's all gone

You in the dark

Alone

With past but

No future

Thinking

What to do next

How long it will last

Scared

Is this the end?

 

 

 

So Many People To Be Thankful For

 

 

I guess I should start with my mum

She has no reason to be proud

But I'm lucky

To have her like a mum

 

My stepfather was not the best

He used to beat me like hell

That just made me stronger

Helped me to resist longer

 

When you are thirteen

Not much you can do

For my first sexual experience

I have to thank you, Marina

 

Helping me being gay, being real me

For understanding, being here

Loving me

Irena, soul made, female me

 

Sweet sixteen

First high school love

Boy of my dreams

Still very good friend, Mario

 

Not perfect but still family

For "Support"

Good days "Giving me everything"

 

To some other "Family"

Helping me in need

Taking care of me

Letting me just to be

 

Sanja, girl with strong personality

Someone to look up to

More then a friend

Sister I never had

 

And to all other friends

Over there

Andrea, Vlatka, Maja

Krapec,… thank you

 

 

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And the to one man

Helping me to come here

Not really taking care of me

But because of him I stayed

 

To an other man

Hans

My first time

Being really gay

 

For three years everything in two

Good but bad, bad, bad, stuff too

He's no longer with us

Shellon, where ever you are, thank you

 

To person who gave me chance

To make my own bread

Gave me a job, everything I have

The first boss I ever had

 

To my friend Chris

Helping me when I felt bad

Understanding better then anyone

For all that fun: booze, smoke, sex and coke

 

Horace, man of my dreams (still friend)

The one I could die for

Taking care of me, being here

Letting me to be part of his life

 

To one girl

That doesn't know how she makes me feel

For laughing, dancing, being here

For great times, thank you Mony

 

 

Salvation Army, Red Cross

Mother Theresa, Lady Di

Mother, sister that I owe last few years

To the biggest heart ever, to you Peppie

 

And to all others

Helping me to survive

Loving me

Being part of my life

 

And to the God

Which I believe in

For saving my life

For 25 years letting me live