Uneori e prea mult. Si atunci, fie de oboseala, fie pur si simplu pentru ca e de ajuns, ca e masca prea grea, te asezi si iti tragi sufletul. Si te intorci la ce stii mai bine, la ce ai invatat prima si prima oara, la ce ai ascultat prima oara, la ce ai vibrat prima oara. La prima iubire.
Hai, noapte buna si pacea fie cu voi.
Jethro Tull - Reasons for Waiting (Stand Up, 1969)
What a sight for my eyes
To see you in sleep.
Could it stop the sun rise
Hearing you weep?
You're not seen, you're not heard
But I stand by my word.
Came a thousand miles
Just to catch you while you're smiling.
What a day for laughter
And walking at night.
Me following after, your hand holding tight.
And the memory stays clear with the song that you hear.
If I can but make
The words awake the feeling.
What a reason for waiting
And dreaming of dreams.
So here's hoping you've faith in impossible schemes,
That are born in the sigh of the wind blowing by
While the dimming light brings the end to a night of loving.
ABCul politic, cu Ernu și Rogozanu
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Numai bunul simtz ma obliga sa revin, te rog mult, cat ai fi de obosit nu neglija "drama personala", a unui descurajat da marturisire comuna, uite, daca-mi promitzi ca nu mai spui la nimeni, itzi martrisesc in completare (da nu de tot, definitiv!), ca io,ma gandeam sa-tzi spun ca dimineatza pa nepi..., bai tata nici nu stiu cum sa ma exprim, ca e groaznic da tare chestia si nu sa-ndoaie!...Fara mishto!...
Of, batrane... :)
The old Rocker wore his hair too long,
wore his trouser cuffs too tight.
Unfashionable to the end --- drank his ale too light.
Death's head belt buckle --- yesterday's dreams ---
the transport caf' prophet of doom.
Ringing no change in his double-sewn seams
in his post-war-babe gloom.
Now he's too old to Rock'n'Roll but he's too young to die.
:-)
de fapt merge si a doua :-)
He once owned a Harley Davidson and a Triumph Bonneville.
Counted his friends in burned-out spark plugs
and prays that he always will.
But he's the last of the blue blood greaser boys
all of his mates are doing time:
married with three kids up by the ring road
sold their souls straight down the line.
And some of them own little sports cars
and meet at the tennis club do's.
For drinks on a Sunday --- work on Monday.
They've thrown away their blue suede shoes.
Now they're too old to Rock'n'Roll and they're too young to die.
Ancutza tatii, Ancutoooo!...Mai batrana ca Terra, e lumea ca e spirit, nu io ca sunt inca materie plina da spirit, din ultimul miliard da ani da pamant, ca de nu, sa ma toci cu Turi-al tau, la toate tocatoarele da...ca m-as da da io nu spun drept,si-adevarat ancutzooooo, si-asculta la om batran!, ca stie ce spune!
Ei bine Ancutzoooo, acu' viu d-acasa, pai voi vretzi sa fie tare , nu numai dimineatza,ohohoooo, adica cum toata ziua?...Pai impozite la stat cine mai plateste, voi?...N-asm crede!...Lasa, ca e performantza si dimineatza!...Stiu Io!...
Turiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, sa nu faci asta!...Te implor!...Este o cursa!...
There you go, Itzic, sa nu zici ca te ignor. :D
Prea bine Ancutzo, am remarcat, sunt convins ca nu ma ignori pan-acolo!...Abia acolo ma ignori draga, desi, nu stiu cum sa face ca sunt sincer...Dimineatza, pa...sunt mndru de mine!...Si mi-este tare greu sa fiu egoist, vreau sa-mpartasec "Bucuria"!...Ei, pan la urma, Ancutza, ce sa zic, Multzumesc ca nu ma ignori doamna!..
Waw. Cita tandrete. Ce iubire. Ce vorbe de alean. Ce dedicatzii muzicale. Ce tumult de emotzii semi-articulate si cvasi-constientizate.
Scuzati-ma ca am dat buzna. Promit ca nu mai deranjez. O singura rugaminte: sa nu faceti zgomot, ca doarme bunica in camera alaturata.
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