Ma uitam acum cateva minute pe cateva alte bloguri si ma gandeam..."bai frate multi poeti neintelesi pe netul mioritic". Netu' e plin in ultima vreme de poezii mai mult sau mai putin bune si nu stiu de ce se intampla chestia asta.Parca e invazie.Parca dintr-o data toata lumea s-a hotarat sa devina...lirica.
Nu zic ca e o idee foarte nasoala. Poate daca anumiti Eminesti de cafenea de pe aici ar fi promovati cum trebuie poate s-ar schimba impresiile multora despre cultura tineretului din ziua de azi. Adesea spuse printre dinti - sau atasate de injuraturi (ca de e vorba de romani)
Chestia asta ma face sa ma intreb un lucru:oare ar depasi dimensiunea DEXurilor cumulate de-a lungul timpului ? mda...intrebare tampita intr-adevar.
ca sa fiu si eu in ton cu "tema" am aici versurile unei melodii care.. sa zicem ca a facut impresie buna asupra mea...:P enjoy.
All my life I've been searching for something
Something never comes never leads to nothing
Nothing satisfies but I'm getting close
Closer to the prize at the end of the rope
All night long I dream of the day
When it comes around then it's taken away
Leaves me with the feeling that I feel the most
The feeling comes to life when I see your ghost
Come down don't you resist
You have such a delicate wrist
And if I give it a twist
Something to hold when I lose my breath
Will I find something in that
So give me just what I need
Another reason to bleed
ONE BY ONE hidden up my sleeve
ONE BY ONE hidden up my sleeve
Hey don't let it go to wasteI love it but I hate the taste
Weight keeping me down [x2]
Will I find a believer
Another one who believes
Another one to deceive
Over and over down on my knees
If I get any closer
And if you open up wide
And if you let me inside
On and on I've got nothing to hide
On and on I've got nothing to hide
Hey don't let it go to waste
I love it but I hate the taste
Weight keeping me down [x2]
All my life I've been searching for something
Something never comes never leads to nothing
Nothing satisfies but I'm getting close
Closer to the prize at the end of the rope
All night long I dream of the day
When it comes around then it's taken away
Leaves me with the feeling that I feel the most
The feeling comes to life when I see your ghost
And I'm done, done and I'm on to the next one
Done I'm done and I'm
On to the next.
-Foo Fighters All my life...-
