"But the part that I dont get is
Why me ?!
You deny me...
Now Im forced upon this planet
Sadly,lonely like some used briget.”
Pasager trec pasager prin amintiri,acorduri,negative si rime negative.
“Bum! Bum!” inima-mi bate cu 160 de impulsuri pe minut...Se aud pasind 300 de grame de ura.
Fiecare lovitura imi smulgea un geamat si fiecare vorba ma ingheta si ramaneam asa…pana la nivel de escare. Cictatrici in vindicare superficiala prin exces de morfina?!…nu,dupa atata timp se creeaza imunitate,e necesara administrarea directa de opiu.
“Si daca nu as exista?”imi zic.Gand stupid,”Pleaca!”…dar nu pleaca.Am adoptat ultima idée a lui Erikson,si m-am resemnat.Cand cresc imi creste si teama ,creste ura,creste forta dar scade afectivitatea.Cresc in mine dar cresc stramb.
Nu am stat nici macar in cale.Am fost mereu invizibila dar m-a gasit.”You can hide but you can not run!” si cand am fugit am cazut.In genunchi,in palme,in coate,in nas….epiderma rasa,sange si lacrimi sarate…
Criza de lacrimi ce degenereaza in criza de nervi .Nu stiu sa iert,sa cer iertare sau sa simt,stiu sa mint.”Si ce daca am ochii mici si rai,uita-te adanc in ei…sunt goi?”
Incearca-ma!Voi jubila.Intreaba-ma!Voi nega.
Cele mai rigide principii, dulcegarii fade,regrete falsificate,adevaruri schingiuitoare, veninuri si flegme fac un singur tot...si cand ma gandesc ca m-am desprins din el ma intristez...
" You took my heartbeat from me,
This is the saddest story.
What was wrong with my love?
You took my heartbeat from me,
Was it I loved you poorly?
You took my heartbeat from me,
Should have just stabbed it for me!
You took my heartbeat from me
This is the saddest story
From ashes to dust, I just wanna get along with you!"
Kelis
Why me ?!
You deny me...
Now Im forced upon this planet
Sadly,lonely like some used briget.”
Pasager trec pasager prin amintiri,acorduri,negative si rime negative.
“Bum! Bum!” inima-mi bate cu 160 de impulsuri pe minut...Se aud pasind 300 de grame de ura.
Fiecare lovitura imi smulgea un geamat si fiecare vorba ma ingheta si ramaneam asa…pana la nivel de escare. Cictatrici in vindicare superficiala prin exces de morfina?!…nu,dupa atata timp se creeaza imunitate,e necesara administrarea directa de opiu.
“Si daca nu as exista?”imi zic.Gand stupid,”Pleaca!”…dar nu pleaca.Am adoptat ultima idée a lui Erikson,si m-am resemnat.Cand cresc imi creste si teama ,creste ura,creste forta dar scade afectivitatea.Cresc in mine dar cresc stramb.
Orice ar fi e vina mea si nu am cerut niciodata prea mult,uneori deloc,de cele mai multe
ori nici viata.
" Don't need these clothes,
Don't need this house,
Don't need this land or skies...
Cause I just wanna get along with you!
These eyes, don't need these thighs
As a matter of fact this damn life,
Cause I just wanna get along with you!"
ori nici viata.
" Don't need these clothes,
Don't need this house,
Don't need this land or skies...
Cause I just wanna get along with you!
These eyes, don't need these thighs
As a matter of fact this damn life,
Cause I just wanna get along with you!"
Nu am stat nici macar in cale.Am fost mereu invizibila dar m-a gasit.”You can hide but you can not run!” si cand am fugit am cazut.In genunchi,in palme,in coate,in nas….epiderma rasa,sange si lacrimi sarate…
Criza de lacrimi ce degenereaza in criza de nervi .Nu stiu sa iert,sa cer iertare sau sa simt,stiu sa mint.”Si ce daca am ochii mici si rai,uita-te adanc in ei…sunt goi?”
Incearca-ma!Voi jubila.Intreaba-ma!Voi nega.
Cele mai rigide principii, dulcegarii fade,regrete falsificate,adevaruri schingiuitoare, veninuri si flegme fac un singur tot...si cand ma gandesc ca m-am desprins din el ma intristez...
" You took my heartbeat from me,
This is the saddest story.
What was wrong with my love?
You took my heartbeat from me,
Was it I loved you poorly?
You took my heartbeat from me,
Should have just stabbed it for me!
You took my heartbeat from me
This is the saddest story
From ashes to dust, I just wanna get along with you!"
Kelis
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