Cateva cuvinte legate intr-o dimineata calda de azi. Subiect pentru schimbari ulterioare.
Cand in moartea rosie-a zilei
Noaptea trage sa se nasca
Si vazduhul tot te-imbie
Cu lumina-i nefireasca
Tu aseaza-te de-o parte
Lasa gandul sa te lase
Si priveste ca-ntr-o carte,
Lumea-ntreaga o descoase.
Caci e rima fara noima,
Un vis far’ de visatori
O balada anonima
Simfonia-i de culori.
Si cand noaptea te orbeste
Si cand aeru-i curat
Tu de ea iti aminteste
Ce pe tine te-a creat
Dystalgia : noun – The feeling of longing for another time and circumstances that could have happened but didn’t.
Somewhere out there the warmth of your skin upon mine and your intoxicating scent sends ripples across endless oceans of possibility. I can feel the moment from here.
You’re running high, I’m running low
It’s time to leave, I have to go
I took my chance, perhaps I lost
Or maybe things are as they must
This castle made of sand will fall
And sand that’s left shall bury all
Undream this dream and start again
A search so seemingly in vain
The wind is blowing things unknown
Birds start to sing a backwards song
All life in genes withdraws and dies
All things undoing, breaking ties
My heart is glowing in the dark
I see you first then loses spark
With flatline beats continues on
And then it’s dark, and then it’s gone.