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De-a dreptul pur si simplu! 😀

(via Lucian)

Reclame

Our Battles

Our battles are repetitious if not broken poetry
And maybe that’s the attraction that you’re as
Self absorbed as me

You jumped to the conclusion and landed on my chest
Now how am I supposed to make you see?

I’ll just write this down with hopes that you’ll understand
I will no longer be disciplined by the frustrations of an insecure man
And while I kissed your face you know that I will no longer apologize for your former lovers mistakes

My past is mine to keep
Now who are you to question me?
Perhaps, someday you’ll learn, too bad
It’s not our turn

You jumped to the conclusion and landed on my chest
Now how am I supposed to make you see?

I’ll just write this down with hopes that you’ll understand
I will no longer be disciplined by the frustrations of an insecure man
And while I kissed your face you know that I will no longer apologize for you former lovers mistakes

You set the standard for my future
You set the standard for my future (lovers)
You set the standard for my future
You set the standard for my future (lovers)
You set the standard for my future (lovers)
You set the standard

I’ll just write this down with hopes that you’ll understand
I can no longer be disciplined by the frustrations of an insecure man
And as I kiss your face you know that I will no longer apologize for your former lovers mistakes

I will write this down
Former lovers mistakes

New Chapter

Mi-ar fi placut sa stiu la al catelea capitol din jurnalul de bord din dotare am ajuns. Din pacate, pana si eu am pierdut sirul.

In aceasta dezordine rearanjata de idei, in ceea ce priveste lucrurile care stagneaza, am decis sa schimb modificarea. Fraza asta n-are niciun sens, dar avand in vedere lipsa coerentei de care dau azi dovada, as putea sa-mi gasesc o scuza.

Din cauza motivelor am prins o raceala sora cu boala, caci mai am putin si cad din picioare. Ar fi neplacut sa fac asta tocmai acum, pana nu ajung acasa, la mine in pat. Nu m-a prea ajutat medicatia din ultimele doua zile, nici plimbarea la Institutul Inimii din Cluj, nici ceaiurile numberless, nici pastilele luate doua cate trei sau siropul de-mprumut. Am ramas eu singura sanatoasa si-n picioare, dar nu voi putea vorbi concret despre asta pana nu mi se intampla si fizic.

Azi ma doare capul teribil, sunt bolnava si amnezica, dar macar sunt tot eu, chiar daca nu tot acolo. Capitolul asta nou se refera la incercarea din dotare de a mai rearanja cate putin prioritatile vitale. Incep cu mine, ca azi asist la ceea ce mi se intampla precum spectatorii la opereta. Vai, mi-e rau. Ma duc sa -mi calmez apele, caci e liniste sub valuri. Omiteti hiperbolele, luati neintelesurile ca atare, amuzati-va de incoerenta si sechestrati-ma la domiciliu, va rog.

„All the world’s a stage and all the men and women are merely players.” (William Shakespeare)