Monday, September 18, 2006


The story of us. Is this the end? Draw a circle. Don’t let anyone approach. A thousand little blue eyes are watching us from far. They wait and laugh. You are my pain. The souls are crying. Loving trees around the sea. They can’t see us. And the sea is red. I look at myself. My blood is white. And the sea is white. Then the circle swallows the world. I see you. No longer granite, but diamond. Step inside the castle. It’s no longer guarded. The beasts are gone. The beginning.

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Inot intr-o mare ordinara de oameni. Ma simt ca o sirena. Neinteleasa. Ma simt singura. Oamenii nu prea mai vorbesc nimicuri cu mine. Ma linisteste treaba asta, ma bucura. Ma si enerveaza. Nu mai sunt atat de rabdatoare, de toleranta. Ma plictisesc foarte usor. Nu mai pot sa inteleg rostul unor discutii puerile. "Ne distram, ne jucam." Nici macar.
Din cand in cand cate-o oaza. Spre care ma reped ca nebunul insetat in desert. Incerc s-o cuprind cu totul. Sper din tot sufletul ca nu e doar o Morgana. Ma felicit totusi, dintr-un punct de vedere. Ma arunc constienta. Sunt sanse sa ma trezesc inotand in nisip. Cand eu am atata nevoie de apa... Fii apa mea. Fii palmierii mei, fii iarba mea. Fii oaza mea. Fii verdele meu. Fii culoarea mea.
Nu e nevoie. Ma descurc singura, multumesc.

4 comments:

brand new friend said...

listen... really listen to yourself saiyng that.... :)
nu cred ca ai cautat prea departe...

albeenah said...

e interesant cum la tine totul e inc erc...sa fie oare pt k ai intzeles deja ciclul firesc al lucrurilor si ca e mai bine sa te integrezi decats a te opui ;)

noelle said...
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noelle said...

Actually I saw the circle that the witches draw around them with salt, to protect them from evil, you know. :P
In rest... Imi place la nebunie sa fiu impotriva curentului. Si probabil ca o sa ma opun pana n-o sa am alta solutie decat sa ma integrez. :D