Stiti versurile?
Under the spreading chestnut tree
I sold you and you sold me
There lie they, and here lie we
Under the spreading chestnut tree
Ce pacat ca nu le stiti. Ca nu le-ati citit. Sau ca nu vi le mai aduceti aminte. Sau ca nu va mai pasa. Ce pacat ca nu va mai pasa. Ce pacat ca aveti deja creierii spalati. Ce pacat ca traiti intr-o eterna stare a celor cinci minute de ura.
1984. Acest an fara de sfirsit. Aceasta toamna a patriarhului.
Hai, iubiti-va sub castani. Castanii iarta tot. Castanii vad tot. Castanii raporteaza tot.
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Courtesy of Florin Pitea. Cel care stie versurile...
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luni, 23 ianuarie 2012
Ironia, aceasta pedeapsa a memoriei
Scris de Turambar at 23:13
Etichete: A sense of catastrophe in the fresh winter air, Dictatura, Literature, Mishteaux dar trist, Politics, Stari si zile
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"To the future or to the past, to a time when thought is free, when men are different from one another and do not live alone - to a time when truth exists and what is done cannot be undone:
From the age of uniformity, from the age of solitude, from the age of Big Brother, from the age of doublethink - greetings!"
:) :( We are few, those who remember :(
Doamne si toamne...
Stai ca mi-am amintit! Filmul e cu muzica de Eurythmics. De exemplu:
http://www.myvideo.de/watch/1997080/Eurythmics_Julia
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