Încă o zi lungă la servici. Încă o zi lipsit de chef de orice. Încă o zi plictisit, aşteptând momentul în care voi putea pleca, momentul în care îmi voi putea arunca rucsacul în spate, lega sacul de dormit de coburi, îmi voi trage cagula pe faţă, îmi voi aşeza casca, voi trece prin prima benzinărie şi voi alege o direcţie…
Scria pe undeva că “Un motociclist tânăr îşi alege o destinaţie şi pleacă. Un motociclist bătrân îşi alege o direcţie şi pleacă”. Nu mă simt atât de bătrân. Dar mi-e dor de plecarea spre o destinaţie necunoscută, de văzut locuri şi oameni noi, de simţit asfaltul şiroind sub roţi, de tobele încinse bubuind nebune…
At the starting of the week
At summit talks you’ll hear them speak
It’s only Monday
Negotiations breaking down
See those leaders start to frown
It’s sword and gun dayTomorrow never comes until it’s too lateYou could be sitting taking lunch
The news will hit you like a punch
It’s only Tuesday
You never thought we’d go to war
After all the things we saw
It’s April Fools’ day
Tomorrow never comes until it’s too late
Tomorrow never comes until it’s too late
You hear a whistling overhead
Are you alive or are you dead?
It’s only Thursday
You feel a shaking on the ground
A billion candles burn around
Is it your birthday?
Tomorrow never comes until it’s too late
Tomorrow never comes until it’s too late
Make tomorrow come I think it’s too late
Mai e un pic. Doar un pic. Time is ticking out…
January 11th, 2009 at 9:59 pm
struck a strange chord with me,also very unique.who are you? keep in touch.