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marți, 4 septembrie 2007

timpul reculegerii


Azi am ingropat cadavrul celei mai proaspete iubiri in cimitirul iubirilor pierdute, risipite, descompuse. Moment solemn, drept muzica o tacere asurzitoare. Prin cimitirul vesel, fantomele iubirilor trecute radeau, alergau. Ciudat cum mor iubirile. Dintr-o data. Simti durere, apoi furie. Apoi un mare sentiment de usurare, de libertate, poate nu chiar bucurie, dar oricum, o mare liniste. Pace. In sfarsit, liniste! Nu pot sa spun ca iubesc linistea, sunt o luptatoare, deci imi place agitatia, nelinistea, fiorii, adrenalina... dar cand depaseste o limita, lupta trebuie sa inceteze si e nevoie de pace. pace in suflet si in priviri, in gand si in inima. E un moment frumos, cand privesti in urma si incerci sa inveti din ce a fost, cand poti in sfarsit sa separi ce-a fost frumos de restul, cand faci curat in urma. Inveti lectia din ce-a fost rau si pastrezi partea buna.
Sa bem deci si sa ne veselim, ce-a fost a fost.
Micul cor antic (bine totusi ca sunt foarte putine spectrele fostelor iubiri...) murmura versurile lui Bob Dylan...

Go 'way from my window,
Leave at your own chosen speed.
I'm not the one you want, babe,
I'm not the one you need.
You say you're lookin' for someone
Never weak but always strong,
To protect you an' defend you
Whether you are right or wrong,
Someone to open each and every door,
But it ain't me, babe,
No, no, no, it ain't me, babe,
It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe.

Go lightly from the ledge, babe,
Go lightly on the ground.
I'm not the one you want, babe,
I will only let you down.
You say you're lookin' for someone
Who will promise never to part,
Someone to close his eyes for you,
Someone to close his heart,
Someone who will die for you an' more,
But it ain't me, babe,
No, no, no, it ain't me, babe,
It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe.

Go melt back into the night, babe,
Everything inside is made of stone.
There's nothing in here moving
An' anyway I'm not alone.
You say you're looking for someone
Who'll pick you up each time you fall,
To gather flowers constantly
An' to come each time you call,
A lover for your life an' nothing more,
But it ain't me, babe,
No, no, no, it ain't me, babe,
It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe.

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