Nu se stie nicodata unde si cum te-aduce viata,important e sa stii sa-ti pastrezi calea,varsta nu are limita ,varstea doar optureaza gandirea limpede ....varsta nu este un obstacol! Cu toate astea ....a trecut o vara in care eu am captat fire albe ...si ce nu-i ca si cum m-a schimbat perioada asta.
N-am mai scris de mult pe blog ....i was busy working....dar ma rog a trecut vara iar toamna ma face sa decin iar mlodramatica . Pupaturi....:)
You shout in your sleep.
Perhaps the price is just too steep.
Is your conscience at rest
If once put to the test?
You awake with a start
To just the beating of your heart.
Just one man beneath the sky,
Just two ears, just two eyes.
You set sail across the sea
Of long past thoughts and memories.
Childhood's end, your fantasies
Merge with harsh realities.
And then as the sail is hoist,
You find your eyes are growing moist.
All the fears never voiced
Say you have to make your final choice.
Who are you and who am I
To say we know the reason why?
Some are born; some men die
Beneath one infinite sky.
There'll be war, there'll be peace.
But everything one day will cease.
All the iron turned to rust;
All the proud men turned to dust.
And so all things, time will mend.
So this song will end.
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