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November Rain

When I look into your eyes
I can see a love restrained
But darlin’ when I hold you
Don’t you know I feel the same
‘Cause nothin’ lasts forever
And we both know hearts can change
And it’s hard to hold a candle
In the cold November rain
We’ve been through this such a long long time
Just tryin’ to kill the pain
But lovers always come and lovers always go
An no one’s really sure who’s lettin’ go today
Walking away
If we could take the time to lay it on the line
I could rest my head
Just knowin’ that you were mine
All mine
So if you want to love me
then darlin’ don’t refrain
Or I’ll just end up walkin’
In the cold November rain

Do you need some time…on your own
Do you need some time…all alone
Everybody needs some time…on their own
Don’t you know you need some time…all alone
I know it’s hard to keep an open heart
When even friends seem out to harm you
But if you could heal a broken heart
Wouldn’t time be out to charm you

Sometimes I need some time…on my own
Sometimes I need some time…all alone
Everybody needs some time…on their own
Don’t you know you need some time…all alone

And when your fears subside
And shadows still remain, ohhh yeahhh
I know that you can love me
When there’s no one left to blame
So never mind the darkness
We still can find a way
‘Cause nothin’ lasts forever
Even cold November rain

Don’t ya think that you need somebody
Don’t ya think that you need someone
Everybody needs somebody
You’re not the only one
You’re not the only one

Iepure de Craciun, dragostea mea

Am primit un alt mesaj de Craciun, pentru ca se pare ca anul asta Pastele s-a dat de trei ori peste cap si s-a transformat intr-o jumatate de hohot. Cealalta jumatate a fost Invierea.

E Craciun si e divin,
Ne uitam pe geam afara
Prin zapada Mosul zboara….
Mi se trage de la vin.

Paste Fericit!

 

Un taximetrist mi-a urat Craciun fericit. Saptamana mare a venit cu nebunie, cu  inconstienta, cu toate simturile adunate sub o unghie scurta. Bucuria.

 

Mi-am cumparat cd-ul Adei Milea, Quijote, si-l ascult intruna. Dac-as avea o insula… ei, da, as aduce si eu toata lumea in insula mea. Ihi, i-as aduce pe aia din alt cantec: o camera micuta, dar de prieteni plina / ce-aveau si foc in suflet si-n ochi aveau lumina… 

 

La televizor n-am putut sa ma uit decat la Divertis. La Inviere m-am plictisit. La cimitir m-am enervat pe un vecin inca viu care a pus un gard nesimtit in jurul unui pamant fara oase, doar cu buruieni. Apoi mi-a trecut, dar am plecat de acolo si m-am intors in lumea cu claxoane.

 

Si pe urma cine a mai avut timp de scrijelit cu batul pe o balta frumoasa? Nici sa mananci pe indelete nu poti, te imbuibi in reprize dese cu prieteni, rude. Maine din nou la holurile lungi, la scaunele cu funduri, la zambit cumsecade inspre alti nimeni.  

 

noi muncim

Ca sa nu uit. Discutie intre doi neni muncitori:

– Auzi, ba, ce-a facut fi-miu! Au venit unii c-o macara de care era atarnata o sfoara, un cablu, nu-sh ce e precis, si asta al meu s-a aruncat de sus, cum ma-sa se cheama sportul ala?

– Montanbaic, ba boule!

Self(ish)buzz

M-am facut lenesa la scris. Asta pentru ca mi-e bine. Sau pentru ca lucrurile care mi se intampla sunt atat de contradictorii, incat n-as putea sa le explic in vorbe. Asadar n-as suporta sa le banuiesc intelese gresit, desi nici eu nu-s sigura ca le inteleg corect. Dar important e ca mi-e bine, nu? Un bine aproape egoist, dar de la o varsta incolo incepi sa-ti permiti.

 

Iar maine seara voi Paste fericita, ceea ce va doresc si voua.