Avem atat de mult timp,
Atat de mult timp.
Timp pentru toate,
Dar il irosim pe nimic.

We have so much time,
So much time.
Time for everything,
But we waste it on nothing.

What is happiness to you?

What is happiness to us?
An adrenaline shot to the brain.

What is happiness to her?
Beautiful colours.

What is happiness to him?
That girl.

What is happiness to you?
Me.

What is happiness to me?
I do not know.

WHAT?!

monologue

Hello, ladies and gentlemen
How are your lives?
How are your loved ones doing?
Are there such people in your existence?
To exist.

Do you like your lives?
It does not matter.
You will not make a change.
Why? Because you are afraid.
To be

God knows it, I am afraid!
But I don't really complain
and I try accepting everything
because, you know, destiny.
To accept.

Nevermind, all I wanted to say
is "good night" and "sweet dreams".
Yes, sweet dreams.
Keep dreaming.
To dream.

So it is,
So it was.
Do you know why?
Can't you feel it?

Oh, I forgot, you will not try,
Oh, I know, I'm just useless.

And history repeats itself
Whatever,
Whoever,
You are and try doing.

And we blame each other,
and we love each other.
Yes, I do.

And we just don't know
what to do.

I knew,
I told
you it would come to this.

It will always comes to this,
Unless we try.
Should we try again?


*inspiratie/recomandare:
Pink Floyd - Great Gig in the Sky

Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves
In labyrinths of coral caves
The echo of a distant time
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine.

And no-one called us to the land
And no-one knows the wheres or whys
But something stirs and something tries
And starts to climb towards the light

Strangers passing in the street
By chance two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me
And do I take you by the hand
And lead you through the land
And help me understand the best I can

And no-one calls us to move on
And no-one forces down our eyes
And no-one speaks and no-one tries
And no-one flies around the sun

Cloudless everyday you fall upon my waking eyes
inviting and inciting me to rise
And through the window in the wall
Come streaming in on sunlight wings
A million bright ambassadors of morning

And no-one sings me lullabies
And no-one makes me close my eyes
And so I throw the windows wide
And call to you across the sky

(Gilmour/Waters/Wright)

-De ce mai te ţii după mine?
-Nu ştiu. Cred că te iubesc sau ceva de genu'.
-Bine, dar eu nu te iubesc. Deloc.
-Dar eu te iubesc. Si imi place sa ma dedic acestui sentiment. Tu, daca ai iubi pe cineva, nu te-ai dedica acelei persoane?
-Ba cred ca da. Nu as insela-o niciodata.
-Gandire superficiala.
-Poftim?!
-Ce?
-Ce ai spus?
-"Ce?"
-Of, lasa.
-Deci nu ai insela-o niciodata? Frumos.
-Da, sunt o fire romantica.
-Eu sunt o fire intuitiva. Imi place sa urmaresc scanteia. Sa o hranesc cu cat mai multe paie.
-Nu ti-e frica sa te arzi?
-Imi place focul foarte mult.
-Om nebun.
-Imi place nebunia.
-Si tu te dedici acestui sentiment fara macar sa stii daca cealalta persoana iti raspunde macar la emotii?
-Da. Imi place sa ma dedic, ti-am spus.
-Dar stii ca eu nu te iubesc si ca nu vreau sa fim impreuna, nu?
-Acum, da.
-Si ce o sa faci?
-O sa ma gandesc la tine, o sa te urmaresc, o sa te sun pana in ziua in care, trezindu-ma de dimineata, nu o sa mai fii tu primul gand care imi vine in cap.
-Hahah, ce naiv esti. O sa iti pierzi timpul degeaba. Mai, ce oameni.
-Sa imi pierd timpul degeaba? Cum adica? Atata timp cat imi hranesc sentimentele, timpul meu este cat se poate de "nepierdut". Tu, in schimb, iti pierzi intreaga viata cu nimic.
-Ce tupeu pe tine! Nici macar nu ma cunosti.
-Da, stiu. Dar te cunosc destul incat sa imi dau seama ca iti pierzi viata cu nimic. Trebuie sa plec. Adio.
-Hei, unde pleci?
-Acasa. Sa ma gandesc la tine.




[ O_o ]

last night's inspiration:

There were these cocks,
two of them, with a cunt
riding down the highway.
A car in the night, lone,
drunk and what they thought
it was love they felt.
Cold november bleak.
Adrenaline filled their
blood.

There it was.
That feeling.
Oh, no, it shifted out of existence.
Where the fuck did it go?
Out of existence, yeah, i forgot.

"Oh, babe, well, you know.
Since you are drunk
and alone at home.
Parents working late.
What do ya say, hey..

Let us try some of that
Empty emotion of yours.
That odour of shame
and shallow spirit."

"Well, whatever that meant,
I still want to just fuck you
like a rabid bitch."