Cica e melodia sinucigasilor - Diamanda Gales. Departe de mine acest gand. Versurile sunt adanci insa...si acum, ce coincidenta, se potrivesc...cu toamna, cu frigul, cu frunzele infipte pe aleea mea, cu zilele prelinse incet, dar prea repede din calendar...cu tristetea autumnala...cu secundele strivite de stropii ploilor eterne (sper ca nu)...cu visele irealului de neatins si de necuprins...si dorinta de odihna si relaxare si uitare si visare nu doar in eter.
Sadly one Sunday I waited and waited With flowers in my arms for the dream I'd created I waited 'til dreams, like my heart, were all broken The flowers were all dead and the words were unspoken The grief that I knew was beyond all consoling The beat of my heart was a bell that was tolling Saddest of Sundays Then came a Sunday when you came to find me They bore me to church and I left you behind me My eyes could not see one I wanted to love me The earth and the flowers are forever above me The bell tolled for me and the wind whispered, "Never!" But you I have loved and I bless you forever Last of all Sundays...
Atunci, durerea de cap, cu care m-am trezit, s-a potolit cand am continuat sa visez...iar visul comandat, dar visat si inainte s-a transpus binevoitor intr-o reala adiere a simturilor aflate intre trezie si reverie...Inca mai pot visa...Strange! Oare pana cand?
Sadly one Sunday I waited and waited With flowers in my arms for the dream I'd created I waited 'til dreams, like my heart, were all broken The flowers were all dead and the words were unspoken The grief that I knew was beyond all consoling The beat of my heart was a bell that was tolling Saddest of Sundays Then came a Sunday when you came to find me They bore me to church and I left you behind me My eyes could not see one I wanted to love me The earth and the flowers are forever above me The bell tolled for me and the wind whispered, "Never!" But you I have loved and I bless you forever Last of all Sundays...
Atunci, durerea de cap, cu care m-am trezit, s-a potolit cand am continuat sa visez...iar visul comandat, dar visat si inainte s-a transpus binevoitor intr-o reala adiere a simturilor aflate intre trezie si reverie...Inca mai pot visa...Strange! Oare pana cand?
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