nemuritor si rece..

Ive crossed the deserts for miles
Swam water for time
Searching places to find
A piece of something to call mine (Im comin, Im comin)
A piece of something to call mine (Im comin comin closer to you)

Ran along many moors
Walked through many doors
The place where I wanna be
Is the place I can call mine (Im comin, Im comin)
Is the place I can call mine (Im comin comin closer to you)

Chorus
Im movin, Im comin
Can you hear what I hear?
Its calling you my dear out of reach
(take me to my beach)
I can hear it calling you
Im comin not drowning, swimming closer to you

Never been here before
Im intrigued, Im unsure
Im searching for more
Ive got something thats all mine (got something thats all mine)
Ive got something thats all mine (got something thats all mine)

Take me somewhere I can breathe
Ive got so much to see
This is where I want to be
In a place I can call mine (call mine)
In a place I can call mine (call mine)

Chorus
Im movin, Im comin
Can you hear what I hear?
Its calling you my dear out of reach
(take me to my beach)
I can hear it calling you
Im comin not drowning, swimming closer to you

Movin, comin, can you hear what I hear? (hear it out of reach)
I hear it calling you
Swimming closer to you

Many faces I have seen
Many places I have been
Walked the deserts, swam the shores (coming closer to you)
Many faces I have known
Many ways in which Ive grown
Movin closer on my own (coming closer to you)

Im movin, I feel it
Im comin, not drowning
Im movin, I feel it
Im comin, not drowning

(fotografia desigur ca nu-mi apartine, apartine lui Eugen, insa motivul pentru care am urcat-o aici ramane pentru mine)

alte profunzimi ale mele..

...
We have no past we wont reach back
Keep with me forward all through the night
And once we start the meter clicks
And it goes running all through the night
Until it ends there is no end..

All through the night
Stray cat is crying so stray cat sings back
All through the night
They have forgotten what by day they lack
Oh under those white street lamps
There is a little chance they may see

We have no past we wont reach back
Keep with me forward all through the night
And once we start the meter clicks
And it goes running all through the night
Until it ends there is no end

Oh the sleep in your eyes is enough
Let me be there let me stay there awhile..
...

de ziua mea, imi doresc un pian, si-un pianist

.. fain care sa-mi cante in fiecare seara. Acum vreo 3-4 ani, furam la Sibiu. Iar intr-o seara, am vazut pe holul unui local un cufar fain pictat, cu niste flori. Imi placeau infloriturile pe vremea aia, aveam cateva ii dragute, asa ca am intrat. La subsolul casei Luxemburg, in Pta Mica, e Kultur Cafe. Am intrat dupa cufarul inflorat, ca mai apoi sa aud pe cineva cantand la pian. Am intrat intr-o incapere mare, si in fata mea era un domn care canta la pian. M-am asezat la o masa, cum ar veni deaspura pianului, si am ramas vrajita sa ascult. Domnul se mai uita la mine si zambea. Probabil zambeam si eu..

Iar de placut, "La fille aux cheveux de lin", asta imi place mie cel mai mult.. Iar ca si obsesii, am 2, "Gymnopedie 1"- a lui Erik Satie si "Metamorphosis 1"-Phillip Glass

prietenii aia faini ai mei..

In timp ce io vroiam oja roz, uite ce sms primesc de la unu' : "Auzi fato. E laptaria lu enache. In bar." :))

sa ne aducem aminte..

Mai tii minte inceputul, asa cum a fost..?
Nici devreme, nici tarziu, poate doar fara rost..
Si poate ca doar intamplarea, ne-a indemnat,
Sa fim o vreme impreuna, fara pacat...
....
Si am ramas cu amintirea... fara folos.. sa nu stim bine daca-a fost..totusi frumos


sa ne aducem aminte dara, de Sterian