Save me: Someday you will be loved

duminică, 10 ianuarie 2010

Someday you will be loved

I once knew a girl with purple black eyes and ebony hair on her marble-white face. She smiled always brightly but I could see the sad violet hiding there. She would ask me meaningless things but I knew what she really said... I couldn't answer her...

I once knew a boy with short chestnut hair and the sweetest childish face... He would embrace me and then he would simply ignore me... I knew what he really meant... I couldn't pretend like I did not care...

She had stars in her head and knew them all by name... She would dance me around into anything... We had nights veiled in smoke, beer and chocolate cake as we watched over the lights of the city...

I would lie in his arms and watch him sleep... as a soap bubble breaks and water drops drip so I had to go and leave him alone... Cause we could not be as he was born later than me and he deserved someone to care for his own dreams and not live in another world...

One day she fled as I knew she would fly and only left this note...

You'll be loved like you never have known and the memoirs of me would seem more like bad dreams. Just a series of blurs... like I never occurred... Some day you will be loved! You may feel alone when you're falling asleep but I know your heart belongs to someone you've yet to meet...

Someday...

you will

be loved... *

*(Death cab for cutie - Someday you will be loved)

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I was sitting on top of my house (the balcony) and could see everything on a ray of 2 or 3 kilometers and up to infinity in the night sky. The view, and the air... were surreal ! but still I was there to sustain them with a melancholic sigh.
Contemplating this illusion, I asked myself what makes me go at times? What is it that makes my wheels spin when everything is falling apart around me? Searching up, for the sketch of a God I never hoped will show up, the face of an ever optimistic friend of mine came to mind... He used to say "How can you not be sad, if a magnificent world is passing right by you?" Just the thought of that world, of this world should be reasons enough to live.
He was right. A slight smile appeared upon my face...
And I thought 7 times of 7 reasons why we should be happy ...
The World is....

Despre tine???

Daca cineva m-ar intreba : "Ti-e teama ca vei muri?", i-as spune "Nu. M-am gandit la asta si pana la urma tot o sa mor. Nu mi-e frica sa mor tanara pentru ca mai mult ma sperie gandul ca voi ajunge batrana si neputincioasa, si in fapt sufletul meu de om de cultura simte ca o sa moara tanar si fericit. Imaginea asta imi ofera intr-un fel liniste si impacare.". Curiosul ar tacea atunci din gura, surprins ca pot aborda atat de clama subiectul mortii mele, dar in fapt eu nu am facut decat sa ma mint, si drept urmare sa-l mint si pe el.
Daca intr-adevar as muri acum nu mi-ar parea rau ca nu am ajuns astronaut sau ca nu am luat un premiu Nobel, ca nimeni nu-si va mai aminti despre mine, ca nu am fost si eu o data la Hollywood sau ca nu am dat mana cu presedintele. Mi-ar parea rau ca nu am facut mai multe pentru unii oameni, pentru niste oameni care intr-adevar merita, pentru prietenele mele, caci despre ele vreau sa vorbesc. Sunt niste spirite ce refuza sa se dea batute, chiar daca fiecare zi apasa greu pe umerii lor, chiar daca uneori lumea toata pare impotriva lor, chiar daca Dumnezeu pare sa fi uitat de coltul de lume in care se afla, chiar daca toate planurile pe care si le-au construit in o viata par ca nu se vor realiza vreodata, ele nu se dau batute. In fiecare zi se straduie sa arate cat mai bine, sa munceasca si mai greu, sa realizeze lucruri si mai mari, si sa creada tot mai mult. Sa credea in ceea ce parintii, profesorii, prietenii, idolii si alti oameni care le pot influenta au mintit. Ele sunt cele care nu au auzit afurisitul care a indraznit sa spuna ca "Neverland nu exista!" si nici tot globul din spatele lui. Ele sunt cele care vor gasi Neverland-ul! Voua va inchin blogul meu! Voi sunteti persoanele care merita a fi admirate!