Sonor. Alb-negru, apoi vag si imprevizibil. Exact ca un colaj – unul bine facut si pastrat mult timp.
Ei sunt El, fara sa aiba ceva in comun. Poate doar un delir molipsitor, linistitor, melodios. Au replici bune, au priviri care ating unele obiecte. Iar obiectele tresar in cadre noi. Nu stiu, asa am vazut eu. Read the rest of this entry »
Oh, Lillian
I’m a poor man’s son
And precious jewels
Weren’t found in schools
Where I came from Read the rest of this entry »
Te gandesti si tu la ce ma gandesc si eu. La ce se gandesc si celalalte. Ca e o ipostaza delicata, ca, intr-un fel sau altul, te-ai compromis. Nu inteligenta, intuitia iti spune ca tocmai ai acceptat una dintre cele mai sexy pozitii – de cedare a puterii. Read the rest of this entry »
Take me home, take me home
Only fair I get my way
Take me home, take me home
Oh it’s gonna happen anyway Read the rest of this entry »
I’ll kill myself today
If you choose devotion over low life Read the rest of this entry »
In weekend am fost in Vama.
Pentru mine Vama e un loc in care poti sa te murdaresti fara nicio remuscare sau retinere; sa iti imbibi blugii in vodka si apa de mare in egala masura, apoi sa te tavalesti in nisip si sa astepti ca soarele sa te decoloreze treptat. Read the rest of this entry »
I was born bad
But then I met you
You made me nice for a while
But my dark side’s true. Read the rest of this entry »
Stiti ce se intampla cu oamenii care isi dau seama de greselile lor?
Mai intai au o revelatie, o satisfactie imensa. Apoi diseaca totul pana in maduva neagra a erorii. Se descopera pe sine, se inteleg, plang putin pe propriul umar. Read the rest of this entry »
We’re leaving the city today
Why can’t I get you to ask me stay?
Don’t you want to let the music play
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Lay my hands on Heaven and the sun and the moon and the stars
While the devil wants to fuck me in the back of his car Read the rest of this entry »