Imi place (de-mi vine sa-mi dau suturi in timpane!) ca toata lumea vorbeste numai despre vreme… ca se lasa primavara asteptata, ca nu mai scapam de iarna… ca-i frig… ca nu mai exista anotimpurile de trecere… ca vremea-i capricioasa… ca nu mai stii cum sa te imbraci… bla si bla si iarasi bla! Altceva? Noutati?




daca tot iti tragi suturi poftim ceva sa te ajute
Danke, dar asta-i o mangaiere la timpanul stang, nicidecum ajutor de suturi! Cu dreptul am alte treburi, nu-l irosesc!
dedicatia era pt prs care vor s-asculte
iar daca dreptu’ tau este-nedeclarata greva
am sa-l bombardez cu vorbe mute
pana ti-or iesi prin freza
Nu pari capabil(a) de vorbe mute…
try again!
A dream of dwelling inside
Alone we come and alone we go
And who am I to know what I feel
Sympathy that’s tearing me apart?
Attraction of the distance to a heart affinity?
What if love will leave your heart an open sore
And I can’t reveal what even I don’t know
The love you feel you waste away on me
What kind of love will let us bleed away?
No kind of love will make us bleed away
If only you could be the one to take a look inside
I feel so incomplete
A broken man in need of mother love
I’m suffering in silence and no one wants to see
The only god is watching as I bleed
The star above — my matching piece
Oh, this love will leave your heart an open sore
And I can’t reveal what even I don’t know
This love you feel you waste away on me
What kind of love will let us bleed away?
No kind of love will make us bleed away
Feel – that’s all you gotta do
And it will heal you
Feel the pain to lead you home to peace of mind
Dwell inside
Feel – that’s all you gotta do
And it will heal the wound
Feel — there will be a song for peace of mind
Dwell inside
ete fis
Fleoshk!(ma mir ca n-ai raspuns asa,Akadeao!)
De cand n-am mai fost eu pe-aci a venit primavara,ti-e drag?
Mai baga si tu poze cu gongi,cu creci si pietre,stii tu…
Ete fleoshk, mai iezakt… ca sa zic ashea…
Pozele… cateva promit sa postez, cand imi fac putina ordine si separ ganganiile de creci…