April se je prevesli v drugo polovico in začela se je turistična sezona ... včerja Dunaj ... nekoliko drugačen kot ponavadi a vseeno zanimiv ... popoldne sem s službenim kombijem krenil iz Celja ... ne vem čisto natančno zakaj sem krenil tako zgodaj ... saj sem imel dosti časa ... dogovor je bil, da se na črpalki pred mejo z Avstrijo dobiva z drugim kombijem, ker sva šla skupaj iskat 12 potnikov, ki so prispeli iz Finske ... kar lep čas sem ga čakal na črpalki ... skoraj se malo dolgočasil bi lahko rekel a vseeno ... dan je bil čisto aprilski ... malo sonca, več oblakov tu in tam tudi kakšna kaplja dežja ... končno je prišel tudi drugi kombi in krenili smo proti Dunaju ... natančneje proti Dunajskemu letališču ... promet je bil presenetljivo gost ... malo mi je najedalo, da sva se vozila ves čas skupaj ... kot beduini čez puščavo ... vozil sem spredaj in ves čas pogledoval v ogledalo ali je z menoj ... preko 120 km na uro tako ni šlo ... ker če sem prišel do 130 km na uro se me že ni več držal ... reševal me je radio priznam ... na poti gor sem bil sam v kombiju in razen tega ni bilo kaj početi ... dobre pol ure pred pristankom letala smo parkirali na letališču ... malo klepeta nato pa čakanje na potnike ... ko so prispeli smo se razdelili po 6 v vsak kombi in se odpeljali proti Celju ... vožnja nazaj je minila bolj hitro ... promet se je razrečil in nekako je šlo ... na Landzeitu smo naredili še pavzo za večerjo in potem nadaljevali ... nekaj po 23.oo smo prišli v Celje ... kratko sladko ... preprosto ... kot dunajski zrezek ...
Komad, ki je prežel dan pa vas čaka tu spodaj ... nisem sicer velik privrženec Coldplayev ... a ta komad je RES zakon ... tako sezona odprta ... še nekaj dni pa v Španijo ... C'est la vie!
Komad, ki je prežel dan pa vas čaka tu spodaj ... nisem sicer velik privrženec Coldplayev ... a ta komad je RES zakon ... tako sezona odprta ... še nekaj dni pa v Španijo ... C'est la vie!
Coldplay - Viva la vida
I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemies eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing:
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt, and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
Once you know there was never, never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world
(Ohhh)
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People could not believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries Wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word!
I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemies eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing:
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt, and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
Once you know there was never, never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world
(Ohhh)
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People could not believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries Wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word!
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