Stefan Gheorghidiu:
“
Era ca un doliu adânc şi dureros.Dacă vedeam o pereche pe stradă sărutându-se,eram ca acele mame care au pierdut un copil şi văd,jucandu-se in drum,frumoşi copii străini.piesele de teatru şi filmele cu dragostea,care indură orice şi până la capăt tot biruie,imi dadeau o inlăcrimată şi stupidă melancolie.”
I know you think that I shouldn’t still love you
I’ll tell you that
But if I didn’t say it
Well, I’d still have felt it
Where’s the sense in that?
I promise I’m not trying to make your life harder
Or return to where we were
Well I will go down with this ship
And I won’t put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I’m in love and always will be
I know I left too much mess
And destruction to come back again
And I caused nothing but trouble
I understand if you can’t talk to me again
And if you live by the rules of “It’s over”
Then I’m sure that makes sense
Well I will go down with this ship
And I won’t put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I’m in love and always will be
And when we meet
Which I’m sure we will
All that was then
Will be there still
I’ll let it pass
And hold my tongue
And you will think
That I’ve moved on
Well I will go down with this ship
And I won’t put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I’m in love and always will be
Well I will go down with this ship
And I won’t put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I’m in love and always will be
I will go down with this ship
And I won’t put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I’m in love and always will be
Ce prostie de melodie!!!
Cum faci fata la asa ceva?
Cica in dragoste si razboi totul e permis.Pai… n-ar trebui!!!
“Cei ce se iubesc au drept de moarte unul asupra celuilalt”(Gheorghidiu ca tot batem pasul pe loc in Ultima noapte).Oare?Si daca numai unul iubeste?Atunci ce ii ramane de facut aceluia?
A fost atat de mult si inca este.Inca pluteste in camera asta,sau cel putin in plamanii mei.Si arde,arde precum tutunul-singur,iar eu ard si eu o data cu el.Ma otravesc de propriul fum si in propriul fum.Nu-mi pasa!Am sa mor de nepasare.Da,am sa mor cand o sa nu-mi mai pese!Deci,ma otravesc!
Nu mai sunt cuvinte,ce a fost a fost,ceea ce este este,ceea ce va fi va fi,daca va fi…
