Whisper

Scriu in soapta...Citeste asa.

Cu cat adun mai multe lucruri cu atat ma linistesc ca nu e doar o goana consumerista dupa nimicuri. Pur si simplu imi doream multe chestii si acum ca le am, ma potolesc. In scurt timp casa alba va arata asa cum trebuie si asta ma bucura intens.
De la ultimul post au trecut cateva zile cu iz de asta-vara. S-a facut un an de cand m-am transformat (Dumnezeu stie in ce), am impartit bunavointa in stanga si-n dreapta incercand (oare de ce?) sa revin pe placul celor care nu mai cred ca sunt frumos. Si poate au dreptate caci de cand ma misc cu grija ma simt din nou al tuturor si nu numai al meu si-al oglinzii mele interioare, innebunita de egocentrism, egoism si cinism.
Multi dintre voi m-ati pus pe ganduri si bine ati facut, caci e limpede - pot fi si mai bun de atat. In toate.
Am cantat cu verva de altadata, am scos "Rebeca" in aer liber si lumea o iubeste, Iasul ne aplauda cu toata inima din nou si va fi tot mai bine caci vom munci toata vara pentru linistea din noi si dragostea voastra. Au fost zile grele si frumoase, lungi si colorate ca vremea de afara. Urmeaza altele de sarbatoare, zile de nastere, zile cu cantec. Cantec soptit, cantec curat, cantec de dor. Cumpar cd-uri si carti mai abitir ca niciodata, imi regasesc prietenii si mi-e intotdeauna dor de ei, va scriu voua si, peste toate , imi cant mie. Sunt in stari colorate si simt ca vine vara.
Am scris in soapta. Cum ai citit?




I think I should go now
I must leave before my red eyes match the sunrise
No more coffee will put off today

I've stood too long
In the shadow of a doubt
I need some sun
It seems that time returns to me once more
But I have less now than before

And when I feel my world falling down
I think of you
I think of you

And when I feel I can breath no more
you speak to me
you speak to me

When the brightest star
Smiled as it squared shoulders with the night
You lit the glowing embers of my own light

Do you know
Your words could drag the moon down from the sky
Seduce my frozen heart with your war cry
You really made me listen for my voice
And I heard millions

And when I feel my world falling down
I think of you
I think of you

And when I feel I can breath no more
you speak to me
you speak to me

When you fell
I saw your visionary thoughts befriend your blood
Crimson lovers drowning in the same flood
I miss the beauty of your young black skin

I thought that freedom
Can only be defined as endless choice
And I only listened to the logic of the loudest voice

But this world
Will be shaken by a whisper

But this world
Will be shaken by a whisper