as vrea sa-ti spun ca bucurestiul cand e noapte si e gol e f frumos. mai ales cu o pereche de casti in urechi si cu muzica potrivita. mai ales cand ploua dar nu e neplacut. mai ales cand iti simti picioarele grele de oboseala, insa oboseala e buna. mai ales cand poti sa respiri un fel de aer pe care esti prea ocupat altfel sa-l respiri.
e un exercitiu pe care, cumva, il recomand, acesta al plimbarilor lungi si intunecate prin mijlocul locului in care ne ducem, unii dintre noi, veacul.
in rest, am tot felul de dileme morale. oare suferinta trecuta imi da dreptul sa provoc, la randul meu, suferinta? oare sa devin unul dintre ticalosii pe care-i dispretuiesc? daca da, de ce? daca nu, de ce? cam asta e problema, n-am niciun fel de argument pentru niciuna dintre caile de actiune. pentru ca, sincer, nu imi pasa. nici macar de mine, desi bravam putin in niste posturi trecute. sunt incapabil sa simt ceva, si atunci mi-e totuna orice. orice s-ar intampla, sa se intample, sunt tentat sa las totul sa curga la intamplare.
ca atare
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Laid back
laid back
laid back, we’ll give you laid back
laid back
laid back
laid back, i’ll give you laid back
over and over and over and over and over
like a monkey with a miniature cymbal
the joy of repetition really is in you
under and under and under and under and under
the smell of repetition really is on you
and when i feel this way i really am with you
laid back
laid back
laid back, i’ll give you laid back
over and over and over and over and over
like a monkey with a miniature cymbal
the joy of repetition really is in you
under and under and under and under and under
the smell of repetition really is on you
and when you look this way i really am with you
started thinking about what i to have to do (tell you)
i got to thinking that i mean just what you do (tell you)
started thinking about what i to have to do (tell you, tell you, tell you, tell you)
k-i-s-s-i-n-g
s-e-x-i-n-g
c-a-s-i-o
p-o-k-e
y-o-u
m-e
i
k-i-s-s-i-n-g
s-e-x-i-n-g
c-a-s-i-o
p-o-k-e
y-o-u
m-e
i