Franturi... analogice, part II

Daca vii, de pilda, la patru dupa-amiaza, inca de la trei am sa incep sa fiu fericita. Cu cat ora va inainta, cu atat eu ma voi simti mai fericita. La ora patru deja ma voi agita si ma voi nelinisti; voi descoperi pretul fericirii!

And then he took my heart in his hands and kissed it gently. He opened up his lips and said his poetry.

I have lost myself and I am nowhere to be found. I think that I might break... Be my friend, hold me, wrap me up, unfold me. I am small and needy. Warm me up and breath me.

A somber yet beautiful and peaceful gloom here pervaded all things... the shade of the trees feel heavily upon the water, and seemed to bury itself therein, impregnating the depths of the element with darkness.

I'm lying in the ocean, singing your song. Ahhh, that's how you sang it. Loving you forever, can't be wrong. Even though you're not here, I won't move on and there'e no remedy for memory. Your face is like a melody, it won't leave my head. Your soul is haunting me and I wish I was dead.

All the stars may shine bright, all the clouds may be white, but when you smile, ohh, how I feel so good that I can hardly wait to hold you, enfold you.

Kiss me hard beforeyou go. I just wanted you to know that baby you're the best I think I'll miss you forever like the stars miss the sun in the morning skies. Even if you're gone I'm gonna drive.

First of all must go your scent upon my pillow and then I'll say goodbye to you whispers in my dreams. And then our lips will part in my mind and in my heart, because your kiss went deeper than my skin.

Spune intotdeauna ce simti si fa ceea ce gandesti. Daca as stii ca asta ar fi ultima oara cand te voi vedea dormind, te-as imbratisa foarte strans si l-as ruga pe Dumnezeu sa fiu pazitorul sufletului tau. Daca as stii ca asta ar fi ultima oara cand te voi vedea iesind pe usa, ti-as da o imbratisare, un sarut si te-as chema inapoi sa-ti dau mai multe. Daca as stii ca asta ar fi ultima oara cand voi auzi vocea ta, as inregistra fiecare dintre cuvintele tale pentru a le putea asculta o data si inca o data pana la infinit. Daca as stii ca acestea ar fi ultimele minute in care te-as vedea, as spune "te iubesc" si nu mi-as asuma, in mod prostesc, gandul ca deja stii.

Soldier's Eyes

Stau pe un deal, undeva - cred ca nici nu stiu cu exactitate unde ma aflu. In urechile mele canta o piesa de dor de duca in timp ce imi acopera zgomotul din fundal creat de motoare V 12 si Caterpilare. Se vad niste lumini, iar langa mine se afla un pachet de tigari care ma asteapta sa il fumez insetat. Langa el, o bricheta neagra cu luciri argintii isi exprima vechimea iar eu ma bucur ca o am la indemana la nevoie. Imi iau o tigara din pachet si o aprind. Trag puternic si insetat din ea ca si cum ar fi ultima. Expir si imi dau seama ca inca ma fascineaza modul in care se imprastie fumul.

O clipa ma opresc si nu ma mai gandesc la nimic. Zgomotul dispare, luminile devin neclare, iar timpul se dilata spre bucuria mea. Pentru un moment inchid chiar si ochii, iar dupa ce ii deschid imi dau seama ca am in fata aceeasi imagine. E liniste.

Imi ridic capul si privesc spre cer. Gasesc cateva stele care sa imi incante retina, dupa care privesc in directia ta. Coincidenta sau nu, o raza de lumina ma atrage sa imi mentin privirea in aceeasi directie, iar luna e galbena. E atat de galbena incat ma vrajeste parca si nu ma lasa sa-mi iau ochii de la ea. Atata ariditate si parca sunt intr-un ocean in care ma pot scalda in voie.

Gata; m-am hotarat.

Imi termin tigara, iar in nestire pasii mei se indreapta spre parcare. Acolo imi gasesc umbra in cele din urma stralucind si parca asteptandu-ma sa mergem impreuna pe acelasi drum. Ma urc pe motor, il apuc bine ca si cum mi-ar fi fost dor de el. Ca de o imbratisare. Si pornesc la drum fredonand in cap urmatoarele versuri:

I will not be commanded
I will not be controlled
And I will not let my future go on
Without the help of my soul