For all the trips we haven't taken,
For long cold empty roads at 4 am and coffee from a gas station,
For all the sunrises that find us quiet and awaken,
For sharing airport dinner tables with a stranger,
For rubbing warm fine sand against our ankles
While looking at the sea, calm, blue and endless,
For giving up the things we think we own
And making the entire world our home,
For sliding down a mountain in fresh snow,
For sailing, swimming and for diving,
For wandering around, for running,
For biking through a forest and for flying
And dragging tired feet in muddy shoes through grass and dew,
For all the places no one knew
Until someone decided to start looking,
We keep on moving.
For all the small things happening between the lines,
The unplanned and unglamorous split seconds in our lives,
For children in the neighborhood playing with water
And whispering big secrets to each other,
For old men in old fashion suits all dressed up just for grocery shopping,
For napping
And driving for the first time and for laughing,
For laughing during classes and laughing at a funeral,
For having messy hair, and being flawed and being human,
For drinking wine with friends on Monday nights,
For sudden hugging in the middle of our fights,
For walking bearfoot and for dancing in the street,
For crying at a concert and staying up all night with someone right after you meet,
For songs set on repeat
And cheering for our team and jumping from our seat,
For finding wind and shadow during heat,
For french fries, ice cream and warm bread with butter,
For smiles from random people we encounter
And talking about romance for the first time with our mother
Or going on a sudden road trip with our father,
For all the silly things we never thought would matter,
For not expecting anything when giving
And understanding people we do not agree with,
For all our desperation conquered by believing
We keep on living.
For holding hands,
For freezing time before a first kiss or during a slow dance,
For all the stories that begin after one story ends,
For being free but not alone,
For looking past our covers and deep into our souls,
For reaching out or bringing comfort with our words and songs,
For getting over heartbreak and letting someone in,
For giving all we have even when there's no chance to win,
For hearts beating in pairs against our skin,
For being held while sleeping and watching someone sleep
And letting them take care of us when we are sick,
For closeness overcoming lust
And growing in the light of someone's trust,
For doubting everything we're told
And sharing dreams and tears until we're old,
For all the strength we find in caring,
For daring,
For all our fear and sorrow conquered by belonging,
We keep on loving.
Thursday, September 14, 2017
Tuesday, February 09, 2016
Let me in
I'll set you free, from the beginning
Just drink your wine
Don't be afraid to let me see you clearly,
Even the darkest corners of your being,
The ones you've been unable to uncover
I want to love your wounds, your shame, your guilt, your troubles,
Your faults, your fears, your sins, your deepest hollows
I'll have your back along the way of every single battle
And when you fail, to me it will not matter
I'll hold your perfect human hand whether you lose or win
And if you're wrong or weak or shallow now and then, that's fine
Just drink your wine
And let me in.
Wednesday, August 26, 2015
Scrisoare
Îți scriu să te-anunț că știu
cum te simți, când ți se pare că inima ta bate degeaba și îți e teamă să stai
s-o asculți pentru că ea nu te-ar lăsa să te minți și poate nu vrei să te vezi
din afară cum rătăcești pe distanța veșnic egală dintre ce ești și ce ți se
pare că trebuie să fii, când paralizezi la marginea vieții, un biet spectator
la un film cu pretenții din care nu rezonezi cu nimic și totuși rămâi cuminte
în sală de parcă nu ai de ales și încă n-ai înțeles că filmul tot tu-l
proiectezi și-ți vine să urli la oameni pe stradă că e atâta iubire în tine și
nu reușește să iasă afară, că vrei să atingi o ființă umană, că vrei să o vezi
și vrei să te vadă, că vrei să trăiești, nu doar să respiri, că nu îndrăznești
să te-oprești și să fii cine ești de teamă că lumea întreagă s-ar duce în față și te-ar uita imediat și-acum e momentul în care aș vrea să închei cu ceva
minunat, să-ți arăt o ieșire, să-ți dau eu un sens, un răspuns sau iubire, ei bine, nu am nimic să-ți ofer, am vrut
doar să-ți spun că știu cum te simți, că suntem mai mulți și în cazul în care nu
ne salvăm separat, putem să-ncercăm împreună, sau poate ne ținem o vreme de
mână, așa izolați, imperfecți și speriați.
Sunday, June 28, 2015
Not even a story
I need no things to remind me of you,
I won’t worship our memories and I’ll make you no promises
We don’t need a soundtrack or a breathtaking view,
I’m fine with being forgettable, are you?
Are you still in with no damage control?
No acting, no lines,
No critics to rate us, no fans to adore us, no applause for our show,
No prizes to win at the end of it all
Who are you doing it for?
Are you still in if there is nothing more?
Not even a story to tell,
For how could you ever start to explain
How we broke ourselves into million pieces just to mend them together in one
And then come back as two who have nothing in common with
Who we were before we've begun?
Friday, June 12, 2015
It's time
You need to keep your stories unfinished,
Unwritten, untold
Or maybe you just get high on beginnings
Mistaking your thoughts for your feelings
Same lesson, unlearned
Your heart still on hold
Yes, you are the wanderer,
The untamed nonbeliever, the rebel, the dreamer,
The traveler trapped in a tower of fears,
Of patterns yet to be broken,
Of true words yet to be spoken
And images about how things should be
That won’t let you be
Don’t you see
I know you, you are me,
Pinned down here by titles, by guilt and by pride
Vividly blind
When all that is needed is right there inside
And maybe it’s time to break free from the show
It’s time to love
To live
And let go
Unwritten, untold
Or maybe you just get high on beginnings
Mistaking your thoughts for your feelings
Same lesson, unlearned
Your heart still on hold
Yes, you are the wanderer,
The untamed nonbeliever, the rebel, the dreamer,
The traveler trapped in a tower of fears,
Of patterns yet to be broken,
Of true words yet to be spoken
And images about how things should be
That won’t let you be
Don’t you see
I know you, you are me,
Pinned down here by titles, by guilt and by pride
Vividly blind
When all that is needed is right there inside
And maybe it’s time to break free from the show
It’s time to love
To live
And let go
Thursday, May 21, 2015
o frază.
Hai sa ne-mprietenim
pentru o vreme, sa ne proptim unul de altul ca doua carje ce isi joaca rolul de
picior pe rand, fara sa puna intrebari, sa amortim in carnea celuilalt durerile
si vina si sa trezim lumina, hai sa ne descompunem in apa si fotoni, sa fim
nemuritori in pragul mortii ultimului privitor, sau hai in dormitor sa
ne-naltam pana ramanem fara aer si sa cadem in gol si in cadere sa strivim ce
nu stim sa strigam, hai sa ne aruncam, doi schiopi cu patru aripi, doi orbi, doi amatori,
hai sa pictam cu apa si atat, fara culori, sa n-avem spectatori, sa nu pastram
nicio dovada ca ne-am imprietenit, ca poate ne-am iubit intr-un capitol scurt
si fara titlu dintr-un roman nescris si sa lasam nespus ceea ce stie pielea sa
murmure mai bine, ce stie spatiul dintre noi sa-mbine, si hai, te rog, sa nu ne
apartinem, sa nu ne declaram, sa nu ne insemnam, si daca se intampla sa uitam,
asa sa fie, de ce sa ne-agatam de-o simpla prietenie?
Saturday, November 29, 2014
Tuesday, November 25, 2014
Friday, October 24, 2014
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
no dream is in vain
the dreamers have long gone away
leaving their dreams here to stay
lanterns that float on a river of air
guiding us through our fear and despair
no dream goes to waste
no dream is in vain
Tuesday, May 01, 2012
3
cu vantul prieten copilul se joaca, se-nvata unul pe altul sa taca
cand creste, copilul iubeste si construieste un pod peste cer si pamant
si-n timp ce iubirea ii sfasie carnea, vantul nu crede nimic despre vant
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
bike trip - campina si azuga
detalii tehnice despre tura campina-sotrile-campina are lucian aici
la azuga am incercat sa urcam la cabana susai dar se pare ca la munte e mai iarna decat ne asteptam, asa ca am facut cale intoarsa unde drumul incepea sa fie acoperit in totalitate de zapada. iar pe ce mai ramasese din partia de la azuga un om foarte relaxat se dadea cu schiurile si ne-am oprit sa ne uitam cu drag la el.
doua zile foarte frumoase, urmeaza dobrogea :)
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