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Punct. Si de la alt capat, pana acum am epuizat vreo doua capete. Tot cu emotii si cu rostogoluri in stomac, tot cu tine de cealalta parte a podului si cu mine inghitind de 10 ori inainte de a spune vreo doua vorbe si-asa fara noima.

Cate capete are viata si pe cate suntem datori sa le incepem? Cand sunt prea multe si-i mai sanatos sa continuam decat sa coboram, cu alineat, paragraful nou?

Va fi al treilea, in mai putin de 12 ore, cate oare vor mai fi si cum vor fi serile dinaintea lor? Ce-o sa mai spun, ce-o sa raspunzi?

Azi mi-a fost dor de o ploaie de trandafiri albi, i-am vazut de cum am facut ochi, m-am rasucit pe cealalta parte si-am fost invadata de mirosul lor trecut, de toata semnificatia lor si de licarirea pe care altii n-o vad, pentru ca nu stiu unde sa o caute.

Sunt unde trebuie sa fiu, fac ce trebuie sa fac, iubesc cum nu-mi amintesc sa o mai fii facut inainte, cant din privire, tremur cu inima si tresar neasteptat cand dau ochii cu amalgamul de emotii ce ma copleseste: pe unele le stiu pe nume, altele-mi sunt straine insa cei mai dragi imi sunt ochii umezi si nasul rosu, in vant, semn ca indiferent al catelea capat e-aici, privirea e inca sus iar coloana e inca dreapta.

Astept o noua ploaie de trandafiri pentru ca, desi-i zvon de vara oriunde iti arunci privirea, inca mai sunt bulbi inghetati si miresme ce se cer asteptate.

E cam…ca in versurile ei:

„The Rose”

Some say love, it is a river that drowns the tender reed,
Some say love, it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed,
Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless, aching need
I say love, it is a flower and you it’s only seed.
It’s the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance,
It’s the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance
It’s the one who won’t be taken, who cannot seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live.
And the night has been too lonely and the road has been too long,
And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong,
Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snow
Lies the seed that with the sun’s love, in the spring, becomes a rose.

The real me – Natalie GrantThe rea

Da…uneori ai nevoie sa fii scuturat, sa pici din varful plopului, sa vezi ca esti un nimeni si valorezi nimic in ochii omenirii, sa privesti dincolo de camasa inflorata sau hanoracul cu gluga, sa casti ochi mari si sa intelegi ca numai Dumnezeu iti da valoare si ochii Lui privesc dincolo de fatade.

Thank you God for a great evening!

 

Foolish heart looks like we’re here again
Same old game of plastic smile
Don’t let anybody in
Hiding my heartache, will this glass house break
How much will they take before I’m empty
Do I let it show, does anybody know?

But you see the real me
Hiding in my skin, broken from within
Unveil me completely
I’m loosening my grasp
There’s no need to mask my frailty
Cause you see the real me
Painted on, life is behind a mask
Self-inflicted circus clown
I’m tired of the song and dance
Living a charade, always on parade
What a mess I’ve made of my existence
But you love me even now
And still I see somehow
But you see the real me
Hiding in my skin, broken from within
Unveil me completely
I’m loosening my grasp
There’s no need to mask my frailty
Cause you see the real me
Wonderful, beautiful is what you see
When you look at me
You’re turning the tattered fabric of my life into
A perfect tapestry
I just wanna be me
But you see the real me
Hiding in my skin, broken from within
Unveil me completely
I’m loosening my grasp
There’s no need to mask my frailty
Cause you see the real me
And you love me just as I am
Wonderful, beautiful is what you see
When you look at me

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