marți, 4 septembrie 2012

Wasted summer blues

N-am facut nimic din ce-mi propusesem pentru vara asta. Am lucrat prea mult, invatat prea putin, citit prea putin; m-am ascuns prea mult de canicula si-am iesit la prea putine plimbari nocturne. Am asteptat prea mult, scris prea mult si ascultat prea putin. Still, there have been my Liszt mornings and my Mahler evenings... iar acum, in sfarsit, imi iau cateva zile de liniste.
Sing it to me, my long-haired sage. And someone please set that damned trumpet ablaze.

My lying beacon, moving water
I'll ramble on until the day I go
Being right there, right there, right there
Everything mine, and mine, and mine

This moon
This road
This night of wonder

This moon
And this road
This night of endless wonder

Giving it all back, leaving no mark
Travelling still
Giving it all back, leaving no mark
Travelling still

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