Pentru el, cel care nu aude, nu vrea, nu stie, nu afla. Pentru departare si apropiere, alternarea celor doua fara oprire, fara ratiune, mecanic, ca o roata care se toceste si aluneca usor plutind in final in deriva. Pentru absenta in general. Absenta care doare mai putin decat apropierea. Absenta care inteapa, nu doare, ab-sen-ta.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Monday, July 28, 2008
des reflets changeants sous la pluie
Pentru ca Portugalia sa fie mai insorita decat oricand!
...Si pentru ca Franta e rabdatoare in momentele-cheie.
...Si pentru ca Franta e rabdatoare in momentele-cheie.
***pe coloana sonora a filmului Le Scaphandre et le Papillon (2007)
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
sullen state
I'm always on the outside looking in at you sitting at the table. It's always dark.
I think I know what the saddest song ever written is:
Oh, and for fuck's sake, don't watch Feast of love.
Or at least don't watch it at 6am on a Tuesday morning.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
deeper than love
We're back to square one. Toate lunile astea n-au schimbat nimic.
My heart is broken
Here in the cup of my hands
From between cracked fingers
Old blood spills
I had to move on, baby
For when I tasted my own tears
They were too sweet
And I knew that I had come to close
My heart is broken
Here in the cup of my hands
From between cracked fingers
Old blood spills
I had to move on, baby
For when I tasted my own tears
They were too sweet
And I knew that I had come to close
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