duminică, 27 ianuarie 2008

Entry for January 27, 2008


Entry for January 27, 2008
In one single moment your whole life can turn 'round
I stand there for a minute starin? straight into the ground
Lookin? to the left slightly, then lookin? back down
World feels like it?s caved in ? proper sorry frown
Please let me show you where we could only just be, for us
I can change and I can grow or we could adjust
The wicked thing about us is we always have trust
We can even have an open relationship, if you must
I look at her she stares almost straight back at me
But her eyes glaze over like she?s lookin? straight through me
Then her eyes must have closed for what seems an eternity
When they open up she?s lookin? down at her feet

Dry your eyes mate
I know it?s hard to take but her mind has been made up
There?s plenty more fish in the sea
Dry your eyes mate
I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts
But you?ve got to walk away now
It?s over

So then I move my hand up from down by my side
It's shakin?, my life is crashin? before my eyes
Turn the palm of my hand up to face the skies
Touch the bottom of her chin and let out a sigh
?Cause I can?t imagine my life without you and me
There?s things I can?t imagine doin?, things I can?t imagine seein?
It weren't supposed to be easy, surely
Please, please, I beg you please
She brings her hands up towards where my hands rested
She wraps her fingers round mine with the softness she?s blessed with
She peels away my fingers, looks at me and then gestures
By pushin? my hand away to my chest, from hers

Dry your eyes mate
I know it?s hard to take but her mind has been made up
There?s plenty more fish in the sea
Dry your eyes mate
I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts
But you?ve got to walk away now
It?s over

And I?m just standin? there, I can?t say a word
?Cause everythin?s just gone
I?ve got nothin?
Absolutely nothin?

Tryin? to pull her close out of bare desperation
Put my arms around her tryin? to change what she?s sayin?
Pull my head level with hers so she might engage in
Look into her eyes to make her listen again
I?m not gonna fuckin?, just fuckin? leave it all now
?Cause you said it'd be forever and that was your vow
And you?re gonna let our things simply crash and fall down
You?re well out of order now, this is well out of town
She pulls away, my arms are tightly clamped round her waist
Gently pushes me back and she looks at me straight
Turns around so she?s now got her back to my face
Takes one step forward, looks back, and then walks away

Dry your eyes mate
I know it?s hard to take but her mind has been made up
There?s plenty more fish in the sea
Dry your eyes mate
I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts
But you?ve got to walk away now
It?s over

I know in the past I?ve found it hard to say
Tellin? you things, but not tellin? straight
But the more I pull on your hand and say
The more you pull away

Dry your eyes mate
I know it?s hard to take but her mind has been made up
There?s plenty more fish in the sea
Dry your eyes mate
I know you want to make her see how much this païn hurts
But you?ve got to walk away now.

duminică, 20 ianuarie 2008

alti ani,alte varste


alti ani,alte varste magnify
e vara si e cald, caldura de vara, desculta ca mai toti copii de altfel , pe drum tarana e de 2 degete, e fina si e fierbinte ,ti se afunda picioarele in ea , o scormonesti cu picioarele, e fina , dimineatza e rece iar dupa amiaza e fierbinte de nu poti sa tii picioarele in ea...tarana, tarana de vara, fara ploi ,doar amintiri.
in cimitir era un visin , de cate ori veneam in vacanta visinele erau coapte, mari negre,zemoase,dulci,era usor de urcat in visin....visine. acum cativa ani au taiat visinul....si parca nu era asa batran si nu se uscase asa rau.
pe langa gardul cimitirului sunt nuci,nuci pusi de bitul lui Dani,asa stim noi nuci care erau mari cand noi eram mici,acum sunt si mai mari,nuci care fac umbra drumului si care in ultimii ani si-au ridicat coroanle tot mai sus,le-au fost taiate din crengi sa nu se agate de remorci si de tractoare, coroana sus parca lasa pustiu drumul, drmul ala pe care il strabati cu emotie si de fiecare data astepti sa te uimeasca cu ceva nou, poate e o creanga taiata,un pom taiat,poate e alta bucata de material negru pe zidul unei case.
langa noi o poienita ...ingrijita cu iarba verde cu o usa scunda cu o poteca batatorita .....curte ingrijita si frumoasa.......acum....balarii, jungla a pus stapanire pe toata curtea, jungla de campie,buruieni,ciulini si tot felul de alte irburi au pus stapanire pe curte,dimineata canta pasarile ,parca esti in padure si padurea nu e la tine in curte e langa....cum ar spune cineva si multe lighioane traiesc si acolo.
am taiat socul,socul pe care trebuiau sa il taie altii cu multi ani in urma ,cand nu a mai avut cine sa il taie din cei ce trebuia l-am taiat noi,fructele de soc murdareau poteca atunci cand se coceau.....vanata, omizile il invadau si devenea hidos, socul nu mai este,nu mai sunt omizi si nici poienita cu iarba verde ingrijita.
cand eram mica era un drum care ocolea cimitirul si intre drum si cimitir erau nuci ...drumul nu mai este , nuci mai sunt ,acum sunt in cimitir ,s-a largit cimitirul eram mica dar tin minte drumul,drumul si ciulini in par ....poate i-am meritat.
te plimbi pe camp si nu ai nici o grija ,e toamna, viile sunt culese, o iei de-a drptul prin vii, am gasit si struguri neculesi , o bunatate la vremea asta, nu ctiu a cui a fost ideea dar intr-un an am avut vacanata in mijlocul toamnei a fost frumos.
vara cand ploua si e furtuna ma sperii,dintotdeauna m-am speriat imi e mila de copacii care se indoaie in vantul mult prea puternic,intru in casa , animalele sunt speriate, incepe sa ploua ,cateoadata dureaa cateva zeci de minute,alta data nici nu se uda tarana bine, sau tine cate o sap de te saturi de ploaie.
e dimineatza si e racoare bine imi iau hainele in brate si fug,prind caruta la poarta cealalta pe langa haine mi-am luat si ceva e mancare, paine cu branza, las painea si ma imbrac ,pana in vale sunt imbracata si pot sa mananc, e frig se simte ca vine toamna, papura de sub mine e moale , e moale si uda infasurata in folie de plastic.
mergem acasa, tot timpul drumul pana in sat e lung, era lung atunci pentru picioarele noastre de copii ,acum e scurt, dealul e lung si sunt macesi pe langa poteca,mama ne curata cateva macese...sunt bune,mergem la autobuz.
alti ani,alte varste,alte amintiri.