She sat with a smoking gun in her hands
told you that she has a modern love escape plan
while you partially believed
you trusted more your selfish heart
and your eyes searched for another way out
while you lied and played your cards so smart
you lie so silent in the middle of the night
she takes her tears and washes off your doubt
you thank her 'n you search for a way out
while she fights for a way to get you precious freedom
freedom of thought
she promised a star and bought you the whole sky
you laughed and said she oughtn't have
that your silly girl should forget to dream so high
that it's past time you left and played some poker tonight
that you'd have a lifetime to regret your youth's impetous fights
she took her gun and blasted your picture off the wall
her soul's wall shattered inside out
she looked you in the eye and promised she will give up the fight
you laughed and said you needed to play some poker tonight
and while you disappeared she swore she'd haunt and hunt you caped in moonlight
she pawned her gun
traded it for that kind of love that's worth living for
taped and glued her soul till it stoped falling apart
but some shattered pieces still haunt you
you win at poker every time, you're just so smart...
but your heart's the one you gamble every night
Eu nu am sters nici o poza. Le am inca pe toate.
RăspundețiȘtergereChiar si notita in word de la tine care spunea ca
'Dumnezeu e in detalii, dar nu toate sunt semnificative' (i-ai dat o palma morala la Dl Mies van der Rohe)
cea pe care nu am citit-o niciodata si peste care am dat azi in mod accidental cand cautam niste poze...
Ceea ce mi se pare absolut ciudat este ca piesa la care am lucrat in ultima saptamana se numeste la fel si toata saptamana am reflectat la ideea de mai sus...Weird. God is weird. I am weird, life is weird, we are weird. :)
Imi place precizia matematica cu care scrii.
Nu toata lumea are harul asta.
Stiu ca am fost suflete pereche. (parca nici timpul trecut nu se potriveste in context)
Am simtit asta tot timpul. Dar uneori mi-a placut sa cred ca imi depasesc conditia ca om, dar de fapt a-ti depasi conditia inseamna a-ti neglija locul in lume pe care Dumnezeu l-a ales pentru tine...pentru a vedea pe acceasi fereastra zilnic un gargui de pe o biserica.
Orice ar fi, ia ce am scris ca atare. Nu e nici o rusine si nici o problema in asta. Suntem mai maturi ca atunci cand ne-am cunoscut si vedem lucrurile cu alti ochi. Probleme vietii si rutina ne-au cocosat si ne-au invatat ce inseamna umilinta. Cel putin pe mine. Nu ma recunosc.
Ai grija de tine. Stiu ca nu iti e simplu, mai ales dupa ce mi-ai spus cand am vb ultima oara la telefon. Uneori ma gandesc la noi. La trecut. Nu mai am curaj sa gandesc la viitor. Mi-am luat prea multe lovituri de la viata.