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Tuesday, 19 February 2008
Confession
Ok, I guess it`s about time I admitted it.. Sunt o romantica. Incurabila. Nu exista om pe lumea asta care sa spere in "bine", orice ar insemna el, mai mult decat mine, eu sunt aia care vede intotdeauna partea plina a paharului, eu sunt cea care ma indragostesc iremediabil de fiecare data. Eu am speranta in ochi, chiar daca mi se intampla cele mai rele chestii pe care si le-ar putea imagina cineva. Ce vorbeam entry-ul trecut, schnoozing and stuff, I preffer to do it every time something bad happens. And it`s worked so far... it seems.
No, don`t get me wrong, am constienta zilei de maine, am (uneori prea multa) grija sa nu scap din nou in lumea aia roz pe care mi-o creasem cu ceva timp in urma, I know life isn`t all about flowers and butterflies (and hate that), dar uneori ai nevoie sa crezi in ceva atat de tare incat sa-ti cuprinda sufletul, sa te copleseasca, uneori vrei ceva atat de mult incat toata energia ta e concentrata pe doar lucrul ala, si oricat de dureros sau nostalgic sau imatur sau.. cum vreti voi ar fi, e singurul gand care te face fericit. "Nu stiu altii cum sunt", dar eu pentru acele 5 minute de reverie, de inchipuire a unor momente care cel mai probabil nu se vor intampla niciodata, pentru mine clipele astea de visare din fiecare zi sunt.. mandatory. I have to have them. I`d go mad without them.
In spiritul clipelor astora.. (acum, cat sunt in a cheesy mood), I bring to you.. a poem. Atat. Care ma atinge si ma cutremura pana in varful firelor de par. De peste tot.
*Don`t misunderstand that*
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
e.e.cummings
No, don`t get me wrong, am constienta zilei de maine, am (uneori prea multa) grija sa nu scap din nou in lumea aia roz pe care mi-o creasem cu ceva timp in urma, I know life isn`t all about flowers and butterflies (and hate that), dar uneori ai nevoie sa crezi in ceva atat de tare incat sa-ti cuprinda sufletul, sa te copleseasca, uneori vrei ceva atat de mult incat toata energia ta e concentrata pe doar lucrul ala, si oricat de dureros sau nostalgic sau imatur sau.. cum vreti voi ar fi, e singurul gand care te face fericit. "Nu stiu altii cum sunt", dar eu pentru acele 5 minute de reverie, de inchipuire a unor momente care cel mai probabil nu se vor intampla niciodata, pentru mine clipele astea de visare din fiecare zi sunt.. mandatory. I have to have them. I`d go mad without them.
In spiritul clipelor astora.. (acum, cat sunt in a cheesy mood), I bring to you.. a poem. Atat. Care ma atinge si ma cutremura pana in varful firelor de par. De peste tot.
*Don`t misunderstand that*
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
e.e.cummings
Labels: the_one_and_only
posted by Ankutza at 01:53
1 Comments:
you know life isn't all about flowers and butterflies and hate that?:) mind your step, the last part is not supposed to be there. but you're twentyfirst, so... we call it cool. we = the jury:) anyway, thanks for e.e. always nice to remember.
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