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Draga magicianule,


Cum as putea rezuma o saptamana dificila, una care imi aminteste atat de mult de anul trecut cu dramele si noptile lui nedormite, cu dezamagirile lui?

Inepuizabila capacitate a naivilor de a fi dezamagiti, inepuizabila capacitate a egoistilor de a dezamagi.

Cand magia dispare, cand pana si ultimii aburi ai iluziei se ridica si cand oricat ai refuza sa accepti realitatea nu mai poti sa inchizi ochii. Cand nu mai are cine sa te minta frumos, cine sa te faca sa uiti de dureri, cand ramane un gol atat de mare pe care esti prea dezorientat sa il umpli, cu orice.

Cand iti dai seama cat ai gresit alegand, cat ai pierdut, cat ai irosit in van, ca a fugit timpul pe langa tine si tot ce ti-a  ramas e un adevar atat de vag, amintiri pe care in cateva luni nu vei mai sti sa le separi de minciuni.

L-am descoperit pe Damien Rice si il ascult pe repeat si se agata de mine versurile lui si nu fac lucrurile mai usoare dar apoi viata nu-i usoara si cine sa stie asta mai bine decat mine.

Woke up and for the first time the animals were gone
It’s left this house empty now, not sure if I belong
Yesterday you asked me to write you a pleasant song
I’ll do my best now, but you’ve been gone for so long

At night I trip without you, and hope I don’t wake up
‘Cause waking up without you is like drinking from an empty cup

I know I’ve been a liar and I know I’ve been a fool
I hope we didn’t break yet, but I’m glad we broke the rules
My cave is deep now, yet your light is shining through
I cover my eyes, still all I see is you



Leave me out with the waste
This is not what I do
It’s the wrong kind of place
To be thinking of you
It’s the wrong time
For somebody new
It’s a small crime
And I’ve got no excuse


4 Responses

  1. i was missing the non-trips posts of yours.


  2. cumva titlul mi-a atras atentia. imi cer scuze ca nu-ti vizitez pagina si se stie, ca asta e singura pagina pe care merg totusi cand ma plimb. si imi pare rau pentru ce ai scris aici si nu numai…


  3. Cheer up, gloomy one! Winter is coming and it shall cover everything in a fluffy blanket of fresh sleet & mud! ;>

    Also, you live in Bucharest – a city also known as “Le Petit Baghdad”…


  4. Le petit Bagdad, lol:))), that would help…a lot.


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