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the best.

super.

odlično.

Dragi Igen in Igy,
bravo,
ODLIČNO,
ČESTITAMO.

vEČ PA NI.

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HUDOOOO....

THE BEST....

JUHUHUHUUUUUUUUUU......

zmaga.

Dej, Iggy spel se na Mykonos in nam dej mir s tem NY. Sploh ni blo nobene reakcije na vašo predstavo in ne ga srat. Pejt na Mykonos in pleši, pleši, pleši.

HUD IN
THE BEST
VELIKANSKI CLANEK
V DIREKTU IN SLOVENIA TIMESU...

DRZTE SE NA SKOTSKEM

kissis from
NYC.

You are the best...

LOVE YOU.

BRAVO.

BILA SVA SOKIRANA IN NAVDUSENA,
KOT VSI AMERICANI...

NEPOZABNA PREDSTAVA IN DOGODEK...

GOVORI SE O VAS...

B R A V O...

LEPE PONOVITVE V EVROPI...

Duska
and
Jim

BRAVO,
komaj cakam reportazo in fotke,

to je res carsko,
na www.igen.si
sem prebral, da je noro uspelo.

B R A V O.

alexander

drzte se,
mislimo na vas,
cez par ur imate premiero sveta,

B R A V O,
the best,
carsko,

v Slovenia timesu je hud clanek


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Desire.
One or two minutes of my dreams, and the millenium had passed away.
Desire was still there.
Same place.
Same time.
Two faces have gone somewhere.
They just left two masks behind.
But I still hope the faces come back, someday.
What are the angels doing in Hell?
Nothing.
They simply do not know, they are in Hell.
They think it's some place out side.
Out of Paradise.
So they went out for a party. Nobody recognized them there.
In the Evil world, there is no image of Angels.
So nobody can recognize the Angels in Hell.
They had a great party,
as we always do when nobody recognises us.
There was no danger of losing the wings.
When they come back to Paradise, they will
never know that that was realy Hell. They will not remember anything. Angels never do.
Eternal and timeless, they forgot to remember.
And my dreams?
Glasses for my mind eyes?
Glasses for my mind eyes?
Glasses for my mind eyes, yes.
Who was here ?
Who was here before me?
Whose touch was on my skin?
Lips on my cheek..., was that just a dream?
But how can I still feel the smell of passion? The dreams do not have a smell.
Or have they? Somebody was here, in my bed, but not before me.
With me. It must be angels sex that I am not able to recognize any more. Here I am,
another day in front of my desire. Should I eat it again with taste of
hurry? Could I slow down and just smell the day?
Maybe the angels are still
someplace else.
But I can hear them.
See them.
With my mind eyes.

For Igy with love , Darko Lukic

http://www.igen.si/main.html

hudo,
ko klikneš
hiša,

bravo,
the best.................

see you
very soon in new york;

I HAVE A TICKETS FOR YOUR SHOW;

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