Descoperind adevarul - Unfolding the truthDescoperind adevarulMa simt ca un strain in propria-mi imaginatieDefecta, bolnava, morbida, saturataDe ganduri si imagini ce nu-mi apartin,Ce-mi trec prin fata ochilor fara controlFara sa le pot opri, fara sa mi le pot smugle din minte.Ii chem pe cei ce le detinSa vina sa le ia, sa ma scuteasca de pacateCe nu-s ale mele, sa ma usureze de povara lor.Sunt prea slaba si ranita ca sa pot merge inainte Carand in suflet si problemele altora.Se zice ca trebuie timp, dar n-am rabdarePana vine momentul in care eu sa redevin eu.Unfolding the truthI feel like a stranger in my own imaginationDamaged, diseased, morbid, satura
MusicMusic is candy for the earsAnd medicine for the soul;Is the sound your heart makesEverytime it hears "I love you".:heart:
Their sexI could write a poem,I could.I'd write about her sex, I should.But who would care to readAbout a simple woman's body,About the pain and beauty -The ballance in between them too?I could write a poem, I could.I'd write about his sex, I should.But who would care to readAbout a simple man's body, About the strenght and softnessHe carries in his hands for you?...I would. Would you?
Surprises 4I woke up pretty early that morning. It was still dark outside. In fact, I'm not even sure I slept more than four hours. Still, I was feeling great; my back pain was gone, my knees hurt just as usual (I have knee pain once in a while) aaaand my memory was as good as new (although I have small memory problems too). But I was feeling normal. That was good.I sat on the couch, not daring to open the tv. I let Oliver sleep for as long as he needed. I looked on the window, trying to figure out what hotel I was in; I found out that I was in Marriott. Pretty good. I went to the bathroom, arranged my hair in a more normal way than it was when I woke
Surprises 3I was at their hotel 20 minutes later. I was tired. Flake was acting like I was about to die every minute from now on, which annoyed me at first, and amused me a few minutes later.After assuring every one of them that I was ok, excepting my small amnesia, I got into the room I was told I could sleep in Olivers room. Man, it was huge! No wonder he accepted me in, there was room for another 3 persons.- Well, I'll sleep on the couch, Oliver said scratching the back of his neck.- Don't even think about it, I started. You don't need to be polite because I was hit by the car. I'll sleep on the couch. It's big enough for me; you wouldn'