crema unei zile...

Raindrops by Regina Spektor



You don't know but that's okay
You might find me anyway
Don't you know that i
Belong arm in arm with you, baby
In a town that's cold and gray
We will have a sunny day
Don't you know that i
Belong arm in arm with you, baby?

I do not know
Where does it go
When it goes
Suddenly though
Everything?s slow
And i miss you so

Round each corner there's a chance
People searching glance to glance
Moving bout real fast
Like insects and fish when they're scared
And they sing the same old song
Though it's been so very long
They sing, raindrops falling on my head
But that doesn't mean that i am dead

And i do not know
Where does it go
When it goes
Suddenly though
Everything's slow
And i miss you so

You don't know but that's okay
You might find me anyway
Don't you know that i
Belong arm in arm with you, baby
In a town that's cold and gray
We will have a sunny day
Don't you know that i
Belong arm in arm with you, baby?





poate k nu ploua...dar e ok... merge si in zilele de iarna... am spus crema unei zile, de ce? nici eu nu stiu. poate ar fi miliarde de lucruri drept explicatie, dar in momentul asta mintea mea e prea goala de lucruri plutitoare, e ocupat de un lucru mai greu asa, care-mi incalzeste viata. suna km imo ;)), dar e ok... pt mine...nu stiu dak si pt voi...:-"... ma cam abat de la subiect, dar la o adica, care e subiectul???

de ce facem asta?de ce mergem acolo?de ce respiram?de ce ne hidratam?de ce dormim?de ce iubim?de ce murim?de ce traim? de ce? de ce?... de ce?
1. facem asta pentru ca asa trebuie.
2. mergem acolo pt k acolo e rostul.
3. respiram pt a trai.
4. ne hidratam pt k asa a zis nelu.
5. dormim spre a visa.
6. iubim pt a simti si noi la randul nostru iubirea.
7. murim pt k trebuie sa indeplinim ciclul vietii.
8. traim spre a simti mai multe...pt a indeplini cereri...pt a iubi...pt a dormi...pt a visa..pt a merge...pt a face...pt pt pt...

chiar aku schimb vorbe si poezii cu cookie... si am ajuns la concluzia k un lucru finisat e mult mai urat decat un ciot. am ajuns sa cred mai mult in esteticul uratului. adica ce? nu stiu.
am gasit un citat:
"Alcoolismul are drept cauza uratenia, derutata sterilitate a existentei asa cum ne este ea vanduta."(Malcolm Loury)

"I stand here on legs of fire. Then I saw another mighty angel coming down out of haven. He was wrapped in a cloud and had a rainbow round his head, his face was like the sun, and his legs were like pillars of fire." - am impresia k este un citat dintr-o carte pe care am citit-o eu acum mult timp si din cate banuiesc eu se numea "Popcorn"...adik lucrul asta e mai mult k sigur.
dar gata...ajunge cu aberatiile...pt k nu-si au rostul acum. ma intorc in alta zi si am sa fiu serioasa, cum nu am mai fost, am sa va vorbesc de lucruri mature, am sa intru si eu in acea zi in lumea adultilor, voi gandi asemeni lor... voi face multe....