Bad Lama’s Blog

Words!
Words! Words! I’m so sick of words!
I get words all day through;
First from him, now from you! Is that all you blighters can do?
Don’t talk of stars Burning above; If you’re in love,
Show me! Tell me no dreams
Filled with desire. If you’re on fire,
Show me! Here we are together in the middle of the night!
Don’t talk of spring! Just hold me tight!
Anyone who’s ever been in love’ll tell you that
This is no time for a chat! Haven’t your lips
Longed for my touch? Don’t say how much,
Show me! Show me! Don’t talk of love lasting through time.
Make me no undying vow. Show me now!
Sing me no song! Read me no rhyme!
Don’t waste my time, Show me!
Don’t talk of June, Don’t talk of fall!
Don’t talk at all! Show me!
Never do I ever want to hear another word.
There isn’t one I haven’t heard.
Here we are together in what ought to be a dream;
Day one more word and I’ll scream!

Iar nu pot dormi. Iar visez aiurea si cu ochii deschisi. Macar de asi visa in timp ce dorm, tot ar fi ceva. Dar asha, nici tu somn, nici tu odihna.
Nu stiu ce e cu mine zilele astea. Parca nu ma mai pot concentra la nimic, parca totul ma plictiseste, park toti ma enerveaza.
Si mi-e gandul numai pe campii albastre. Vreau sa plec undeva departe, asi incepe totul de la inceput, doar asa de dragul de a incepe. Nu pot sa zic k nu sunt fericita cu viata mea. Am facut tot ce a dorit, knd am dorit. Cu unele mici mari exceptii, care nu mai conteaza in momentul de fata. Nu regret cu adevarat nimic. Dar nu vroiam sa scriu despre regrete.

Vroiam sa scriu despre viata de zi cu zi, despre visele noastre de zi cu zi.
Si iar gresesc grav.

Visez. De vreo cateva zile visez in continuu. Visez sa ajung in Paris.
Nu stiu exact de ce orasul acesta si nu altul. Dar am asa o senzatie de fericire numai cand ma gandesc, incat asi da timpul inainte. Sa fie octombrie mai repede, si sa fiu in Paris.