Iulie 31st, 2008 by breathemein

imi place sa-mi imaginez ca esti aici… si ca ma saruti incet, pe ceafa. apoi imi sufli parul din ochi, te uiti la mine, si ii saruti pe fiecare in parte, pe unul rece, pe unul cald, pe unul dulce, pe unul acrisor, si toata durerea mea se scalda in balta asta umeda a lacrimilor sterse de tine…
imi place sa-mi imaginez ca ochii tai ma alina, asa cum ai mei te mangaie in fiecare seara, si te viseaza, si te saruta, si te adorm, si au grija de tine…
imi place sa-mi imaginez ca azi vrei sa ma tii in brate, si ca o sa-mi promiti ca de azi totul va ramane asa, in nemiscare muta, in tacere absoluta, eu in ochii tai, tu in ochii mei, intr-un echilibru perfect…
… iar intre noi ar atarna doar fire de tacere…

tu imi faci ochii verzi, umezi, reci, distanti si totusi, atat de apropiati de ai tai… as zice ca daca mai vars o lacrima, s-ar atinge si ei intr-un final…
as zice ca daca as mai varsa o lacrima, pleoapele noastre s-ar deschide si ne-am vedea cu alti ochi, mai curati si mai puri decat tot ce am fost vreodata…
as zice ca daca ni s-ar deschide ochii mai bine, ne-am vedea mai bine si am sti cum sa ne pastram unul in celalalt atat de bine, incat raul lumii sa nu ne mai atinga…
as zice ca daca ne-am inchide atat de bine unul in celalalt, am deveni unul, si din doua rele, n-ar ramane decat unul bun, care dainuie si bantuie si-si bucura sufletul cu muzica facuta de sine si cu durerea spalata de primele noastre lacrimi…

Iulie 31st, 2008 by breathemein

Noua mea obsesie, via Alex:

I’m feelin’ rough, I’m feelin’ raw, I’m in the prime of my life
Let’s make some music make some money find some models for wives
I’ll move to Paris, shoot some heroin and fuck with the stars
You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars

This is our decision to live fast and die young
We’ve got the vision, now let’s have some fun
Yeah it’s overwhelming, but what else can we do?
Get jobs in offices and wake up for the morning commute?

Forget about our mothers and our friends
We were fated to pretend

I’ll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms
I’ll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world
I’ll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home
Yeah I’ll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone

But there is really nothing, nothing we can do
Love must be forgotten. Life can always start up anew
The models will have children, we’ll get a divorce
we’ll find some more models, everything must run its course

We’ll choke on our vomit and that will be the end
We were fated to pretend

yeah yeah yeah

PS pt Alex: this is not gay music