Monday 10 September 2007

Breathe



Nu, poate nu te-am avut niciodata. Poate e cum spui tu, poate ai fost doar a ta atunci, acum un an.

Te vreau inapoi (desi nu te-am avut, dupa cum sustii) si nu mi-e frica sa ti-o spun.

Blogul nu e in intregime pentru tine, dar ocupi mare parte din el. Acum l-ai descoperit...

De ce ma tot intrebi ce mi-a placut si ce nu mi-a placut la tine? De fapt de ce o faci pe acel ton (da, cred ca iti pot simti tonul si prin YM) de parca e ceva rau in asta? Imi placi si gata. Nu imi placi toata, dar imi placi prea mult. Mai mult decat limita dintre pasiune si obsesie (de aici si tag-ul 'Obsesie'). Corpul nu a venit niciodata pe locul intai. Imi place trupul tau (ca sa zic in cuvintele tale de mai devreme), dar nu DOAR el. Imi placea ca nu-mi dadeai timp sa ma plictisesc... gaseai tu ceva sa zici sau sa faci si sa ma faci sa-mi bata inima mai repede. Aveai un fel anume de a-mi zice ca nu-ti place asta si aia incat nu ma suparam. Ai zambetul ala frumos atasat unei priviri atat de inocenta incat nu imi pot imagina ca mi-ai putea face vreun rau. Aveai un mod aparte de a ma pupa pe chelie... Imi placea cand comunicam din putine cuvinte si, intr-un mod ciudat, ne intelegeam.
E ceva rau ca-mi placi? Poate inca nu ti-ai dat seama, dar tot ce am spus a fost simtit, nu doar vorbit.
Da, sunt si unele lucruri care nu mi-au placut. Cand ziceam 'da-i drumul ca doare', matale ar fi trebuit sa-mi lasi buza de jos sa respire, nu sa musti mai tare. Nu-mi placea cand erai trista si refuzai orice comunicare...

Ce vreau? O relatie cu tine. STIU ca ar fi frumoasa. Altceva, nimic. Daca asta nu se poate, eu stau in banca mea si nu te pisez la cap. Imi scriu blogul in continuare si nu-ti cer nimic. Nu, nu vreau sa ma culc cu tine si gata. Imi esti prea draga...

Melodia a fost ascultata in loop cat am vorbit cu tine si mi-au tremurat mainile pe tastatura...


ANNA NALICK

"Breathe (2 AM)"

2 AM and she calls me 'cause I'm still awake,
"Can you help me unravel my latest mistake?,
I don't love him. Winter just wasn't my season"
Yeah we walk through the doors, so accusing their eyes
Like they have any right at all to criticize,
Hypocrites. You're all here for the very same reason

'Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button, girl.
So cradle your head in your hands
And breathe... just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe

May he turn 21 on the base at Fort Bliss
"Just a day" he said down to the flask in his fist,
"Ain't been sober, since maybe October of last year."
Here in town you can tell he's been down for a while,
But, my God, it's so beautiful when the boy smiles,
Wanna hold him. Maybe I'll just sing about it.

Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable,
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table.
No one can find the rewind button, boys,
So cradle your head in your hands,
And breathe... just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe

There's a light at each end of this tunnel,
You shout 'cause you're just as far in as you'll ever be out
And these mistakes you've made, you'll just make them again
If you only try turning around.

2 AM and I'm still awake, writing a song
If I get it all down on paper, it's no longer inside of me,
Threatening the life it belongs to
And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd
Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud
And I know that you'll use them, however you want to

But you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable,
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button now
Sing it if you understand.
and breathe, just breathe
woah breathe, just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe.

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