Tuesday, July 18, 2006

back to my room and back inside my nest

I was just about to lose control
the slide of the wheel, breaking all down
a second of peace and then the world became a friend
who steals my heart and sell it to a clown

suddenly the snow turns into mud
the shadows blending as the time began to flow
it seems that someone wants to know much more then I do
about that things that makes me wanna go

back to my room and back inside my nest
it's not my day today
it's obvious I don't belong

back to my room and back inside my nest
it's not my day today
it's obvious I don't belong

I don't wanna hear your repentance
the air around is much breathable without
we used to be close, so what's it all about
nowadays this distance makes me jump and shout.

is it my song ...
I tried to leave it all behind
you pick it up and then you thought that is it yours
I'm sorry friend, this life is really mine..

back to my room and back inside my nest
it's not my day today
it's obvious I don't belong

back to my room and back inside my nest
it's not my day today
it's obvious I don't belong
[Dan]

While striving and running after what's important in life, people tend to forget what is really important. Life itself, and living it fully, being full out in presence and feeling. But you can't really see it, coz everyone's doing it anyway.
and i cry.. from time time to time

Nu stiu.. de cateva zile nu mai am ce sa spun. Imi vine sa dorm si sa ma intind, strech..

Sunt lucruri in care din cand in cand ma opresc, ca si cum m-as impiedica, si atunci ma uit inapoi sau mijesc ochii spre zari indepartate incercand sa disting ceva.. si mi-e clar ca unde se intampla viata mea este acum, dincolo de orice circumstante m-ar inconjura, dincolo de orice miraj mi-ar pune mintea in fata ochilor, si de orice judecata pe care as putea-o avea despre cat de bine sau nu este ceea ce se intampla. Si totusi, sunt lucruri in care din cand in cand ma opresc, ca si cum m-as impiedica.

Cateodata circula autobuze pe liniile troleelor, si au numere asemanatoare cu ale lor. De exemplu, daca e troleul 69, autobuzul e 669. Si totusi, azi am mers cu autobuzul 667, care circula pe linia lui 66. :) in us nu exista etajul 13.

4 comments:

olderME said...

express yourself, don't depress yourself ;)

Alexandru` said...

Ce "secreta" e urmatoarea melodie de la tUrma...sau fosta viitoare...whatever.

laura said...

sssssshhhhhhhh!

transp said...

sa mai zic cum ca exprimarea prin liniste e doar un lucru ce se intreprinde intr-un moment sau o perioada scurta.
eu am nevoie insa de paharul ala plin, care se revarsa in prietenie.
hai in vama odata :).

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