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Peter Gabriel – I grieve

It was only one hour ago
It was all so different then
Theres nothing yet has really sunk in
Looks like it always did
This flesh and bone
Its just the way that you would tied in
Now theres no-one home

I grieve for you
You leave me
so hard to move on
Still loving whats gone
They say life carries on
Carries on and on and on and on

The news that truly shocks is the empty empty page
While the final rattle rocks its empty empty cage
And I cant handle this

I grieve for you
You leave me
Let it out and move on
Missing whats gone
They say life carries on
They say life carries on and on and on

Life carries on
In the people I meet
In everyone thats out on the street
In all the dogs and cats
In the flies and rats
In the rot and the rust
In the ashes and the dust
Life carries on and on and on and on
Life carries on and on and on

Its just the car that we ride in
A home we reside in
The face that we hide in
The way we are tied in
And life carries on and on and on and on
Life carries on and on and on

Did I dream this belief?
Or did I believe this dream?
Now I can find relief
I grieve

despre ea

ce pot spune despre ea? e ca o “floare de zapada” cum ar zice Chirila… e prima persoana cu care am pierdut noptile vorbind tot felul de tampenii sau certandu-ne. E prima persoana cu care am locuit in aceeasi casa pentru atata timp. E prima persoana care mi-a dat sfaturi despre ce ar trebui sa fac cu viata mea. E mica…si gingasa…si are parul tuns intr-un fel foarte ciudat…si nu stie a tine tigara in mana…si bea mai mult ca orice barbat fara a avea nici pe dracu’. Si ma cearta cand gresesc. Si are slipi de plaja rosii cu buline negre…si are un stil de a injura de te apuca rasul… si ii place sa calatoreasca. Si ii plac chestiile vechi. Si ii place sa picteze si sa scrie. Si are zeci de jurnale acasa… Si imi lipseste al naibii de mult. Si nu ma mai vrea… Si unde dragoste nu e nimic nu e… Si daca … daca ar citi asta si i-ar pasa cat negrul sub unghie mi-ar scrie ceva…

dor de mare

de ceva vreme ma obsedeaza gandul de a pleca la mare..sa stiu ca sunt la mare ..sa ma duc in locul unde am halit shaworma 2 ani la rand..sa ma duc la terasa unde am baut bere 2 ani la rand..la terasa unde s-au facut atatea promisiuni…sa dorm pe sezlong…sau pe plaja…intr-un anume loc..sa ma trezesc in miez de noapte sa admir luna..sa aud valurile care se sparg de mal..sa fumez o tigara si sa ma simt implinit..sa alerg pe plaja..sa inot..sa ma plimb noaptea pe plaja.litoral_1_resize

ma mai obsedeaza si gandul ca nu am sa ajung acolo..sau daca ajung..am sa fiu singur..sau cu cine nu trebuie..

as vrea sa ma trezesc dimineata pe plaja..langa persoana pe care o iubesc…sa imi zica “neatza!” si sa ma sarute usor pe obraz…apoi sa imi aprind o tigara..si sa privim amandoi rasaritul…

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