In this proud land we grew up strong We were wanted all along I was taught to fight, taught to win I never thought I could fail
No fight left or so it seems I am a man whose dreams have all deserted I've changed my face, I've changed my name but no one wants you when you lose
Don't give up 'cos you have friends Don't give up You're not beaten yet Don't give up I know you can make it good
Though I saw it all around Never thought I could be affected Thought that we'd be the last to go It is so strange the way things turn
Drove the night toward my home The place that I was born, on the lakeside As daylight broke, I saw the earth The trees had burned down to the ground
Don't give up You still have us Don't give up We don't need much of anything Don't give up 'cause somewhere there's a place Where we belong
Rest your head You worry too much It's going to be alright When times get rough You can fall back on us Don't give up Please don't give up
'got to walk out of here I can't take anymore Going to stand on that bridge Keep my eyes down below Whatever may come and whatever may go That river's flowing
Moved on to another town Tried hard to settle down For every job, so many men so many men no-one needs
Don't give up 'cause you have friends Don't give up You're not the only one Don't give up No reason to be ashamed Don't give up You still have us Don't give up now We're proud of who you are Don't give up You know it's never been easy Don't give up 'cause I believe there's the a place There's a place where we belong
Pledoaria asta e imposibil de combatut, m-ai convins :) (you have your own special way). Asta ma face inconsecventa, nu-i asa? Cum spuneam: who cares…
PS: Iti dai seama cat de … imposibil de verbalizat imi e intrebarea pe care n-am cum sa ti-o pun (asta s-ar conisidera exprimare pleonastica)? Jur ca am incercat si nu mi-a reusit nimic publicabil …maybe tomorrow.
After all, tomorrow's another day my dear Scarlet... iar intrebarea, oricare intrebare, poate sa sune oricum, pentru ca stiu ca pot avea un raspuns. Eu nu sunt perfect, dar am uneori... rareori... raspunsuri care frizeaza perfectiunea :) De aceea da-mi voie sa-ti spun doar atat: momentum is a fragile force. Its' worst enemy? Procrastination. Its' best friend? A deadline... Pleonastic, sau nu.
Da, maine e o noua zi. Sunt convinsa ca suna ca o platitudine imensa insa parca intotdeauna totul ar trebui sa se intample “maine”. Traim pregatidu-ne pentru “maine”, asteptandu-l si construindu-l (sau crezand ca-l construim) pe maine. Dar e o tema pe care cred ca déjà am intors-o pe toate fetele, nu stiu ce-ar mai ramane de zis. Cat despre momentum, ai avut dreptate (din nou)…
PS: N-am dubii ca ai raspunsul aproape perfect, mie de "imperfectiunea" intrebarii mi-era teama :).
Ce-ar mai ramane de stiut dupa ce raspundem la intrebarile astea (mai ales la why)? Eu n-am raspunsuri, cred ca mi-as lamuri majoritatea dilemelor existentiale daca le-as putea cel putin intui, asa ca imi pun speranta in raspunsurile tale aproape perfecte…. PS: Intrebarea mea imperfecta ar fi fost departe de a captura tot ce e cuprins in Who-What-Why –urile tale. Mai ales in why…
I think I know why... 'cause I see you in me. This is the answer (may it be imperfect, I'll take it...) to your imperfect question. And, at the end of the day, all we may have is a "presente imperfecto"... which is anyway more than nothing...
Iar n-am replica, nici macar una suparator de imperfecta. Replica verbalizabila, ca altfel am asa un mega mix de ganduri intraductibile…. N-am procesat complet raspunsul, inca incerc sa vad daca e si al meu. Intrevad in el amprenta consecventa a egoismului care imi (ne) alimenteaza evadarea in virtual asa ca foarte probabil il putem imparti. Azi, acum “more than nothing” e “good enough”.
Complet procesat, raspunsul tau e realmente … perfect, si nu cred ca doar prin contrast cu “presente imperfecto”. Scurt si complet, pot sa-l citesc in cheie magulitoare (ceea ce aleg sa fac asta seara) sau sa vad in el egoul impacat de reflectia in interlocutor. Acum 10 ani l-as fi considerat o galanterie irezistibila. Acum 20 ani probabil n-as fi priceput mare lucru :). Azi fac analiza pe text.. deh…batranetile.
Stiind ca-ti va placea continuarea, marturisesc, raspunsul meu s-a vrut (si) unul avand de-a face cu galanteria. In ce ma priveste, galanteria reprezinta normalitatea pentru un barbat, deci... neavand alta maniera de a te complimenta, o aleg (reluctant) pe cea virtuala... ce vrei, batranetile:) Si da!, intr-adevar, ego-ul meu este impacat. Impacat cu ideea ca, in ciuda inexistentei perfectiunii (ma rog, cu mici exceptii... poate:)) n-as schimba cu nimic bucuria de a trai imperfect, de a scrie imperfect sau chiar... de a fi imperfect fericit. Iar daca e sa ma iau dupa cei care spun ca marile bucurii vin intotdeauna din lucruri a caror importanta e, uneori, discutabila, atunci bucuria de a-ti confia gandurile mele, si - nu in ultimul rand - in ciuda varstei :)- de a fi exponentul unei galanterii pe care ti-o vreau transmisa la fiecare noua postare, macar, iti este in intregime datorata.
Se putea sa nu-mi placa urmarea :)? Si uite asa mai paleste putin mitul imprevizibilitatii feminine. Altfel settling for the imperfect imi pare enervant de intelept :). Eu nu “m-am inteleptit” inca suficient pentru asta (pen’ca perfectiunea exista...eu stiu :)). Dar cred ca incep sa inteleg cum e cu bucuriile alea de care spui. Surreal ar putea fi the new word. Asta daca am cauta unul :).
I saw you this morning. You were moving so fast. Can't seem to loosen my grip On the past. And I miss you so much. There's no one in sight. And we're still making love In My Secret Life.
I smile when I'm angry. I cheat and I lie. I do what I have to do To get by. But I know what is wrong, And I know what is right. And I'd die for the truth In My Secret Life.
Hold on, hold on, my brother. My sister, hold on tight. I finally got my orders. I'll be marching through the morning, Marching through the night, Moving cross the borders Of My Secret Life.
Looked through the paper. Makes you want to cry. Nobody cares if the people Live or die. And the dealer wants you thinking That it's either black or white. Thank God it's not that simple In My Secret Life.
I bite my lip. I buy what I'm told: From the latest hit, To the wisdom of old. But I'm always alone. And my heart is like ice. And it's crowded and cold In My Secret Lïfe.
Admite! E surreal de frumos... si de adanc... si de adevarat.
In this proud land we grew up strong
RăspundețiȘtergereWe were wanted all along
I was taught to fight, taught to win
I never thought I could fail
No fight left or so it seems
I am a man whose dreams have all deserted
I've changed my face, I've changed my name
but no one wants you when you lose
Don't give up
'cos you have friends
Don't give up
You're not beaten yet
Don't give up
I know you can make it good
Though I saw it all around
Never thought I could be affected
Thought that we'd be the last to go
It is so strange the way things turn
Drove the night toward my home
The place that I was born, on the lakeside
As daylight broke, I saw the earth
The trees had burned down to the ground
Don't give up
You still have us
Don't give up
We don't need much of anything
Don't give up
'cause somewhere there's a place
Where we belong
Rest your head
You worry too much
It's going to be alright
When times get rough
You can fall back on us
Don't give up
Please don't give up
'got to walk out of here
I can't take anymore
Going to stand on that bridge
Keep my eyes down below
Whatever may come
and whatever may go
That river's flowing
Moved on to another town
Tried hard to settle down
For every job, so many men
so many men no-one needs
Don't give up
'cause you have friends
Don't give up
You're not the only one
Don't give up
No reason to be ashamed
Don't give up
You still have us
Don't give up now
We're proud of who you are
Don't give up
You know it's never been easy
Don't give up
'cause I believe there's the a place
There's a place where we belong
...
Pledoaria asta e imposibil de combatut, m-ai convins :) (you have your own special way). Asta ma face inconsecventa, nu-i asa?
RăspundețiȘtergereCum spuneam: who cares…
PS: Iti dai seama cat de … imposibil de verbalizat imi e intrebarea pe care n-am cum sa ti-o pun (asta s-ar conisidera exprimare pleonastica)? Jur ca am incercat si nu mi-a reusit nimic publicabil …maybe tomorrow.
After all, tomorrow's another day my dear Scarlet... iar intrebarea, oricare intrebare, poate sa sune oricum, pentru ca stiu ca pot avea un raspuns. Eu nu sunt perfect, dar am uneori... rareori... raspunsuri care frizeaza perfectiunea :)
RăspundețiȘtergereDe aceea da-mi voie sa-ti spun doar atat: momentum is a fragile force. Its' worst enemy? Procrastination. Its' best friend? A deadline...
Pleonastic, sau nu.
Da, maine e o noua zi. Sunt convinsa ca suna ca o platitudine imensa insa parca intotdeauna totul ar trebui sa se intample “maine”. Traim pregatidu-ne pentru “maine”, asteptandu-l si construindu-l (sau crezand ca-l construim) pe maine. Dar e o tema pe care cred ca déjà am intors-o pe toate fetele, nu stiu ce-ar mai ramane de zis.
RăspundețiȘtergereCat despre momentum, ai avut dreptate (din nou)…
PS: N-am dubii ca ai raspunsul aproape perfect, mie de "imperfectiunea" intrebarii mi-era teama :).
Who are you? What are you? And most of it all, why?
RăspundețiȘtergereCe-ar mai ramane de stiut dupa ce raspundem la intrebarile astea (mai ales la why)?
ȘtergereEu n-am raspunsuri, cred ca mi-as lamuri majoritatea dilemelor existentiale daca le-as putea cel putin intui, asa ca imi pun speranta in raspunsurile tale aproape perfecte….
PS: Intrebarea mea imperfecta ar fi fost departe de a captura tot ce e cuprins in Who-What-Why –urile tale. Mai ales in why…
I think I know why... 'cause I see you in me. This is the answer (may it be imperfect, I'll take it...) to your imperfect question.
RăspundețiȘtergereAnd, at the end of the day, all we may have is a "presente imperfecto"... which is anyway more than nothing...
Iar n-am replica, nici macar una suparator de imperfecta. Replica verbalizabila, ca altfel am asa un mega mix de ganduri intraductibile….
ȘtergereN-am procesat complet raspunsul, inca incerc sa vad daca e si al meu. Intrevad in el amprenta consecventa a egoismului care imi (ne) alimenteaza evadarea in virtual asa ca foarte probabil il putem imparti.
Azi, acum “more than nothing” e “good enough”.
Complet procesat, raspunsul tau e realmente … perfect, si nu cred ca doar prin contrast cu “presente imperfecto”. Scurt si complet, pot sa-l citesc in cheie magulitoare (ceea ce aleg sa fac asta seara) sau sa vad in el egoul impacat de reflectia in interlocutor.
ȘtergereAcum 10 ani l-as fi considerat o galanterie irezistibila.
Acum 20 ani probabil n-as fi priceput mare lucru :).
Azi fac analiza pe text.. deh…batranetile.
Stiind ca-ti va placea continuarea, marturisesc, raspunsul meu s-a vrut (si) unul avand de-a face cu galanteria. In ce ma priveste, galanteria reprezinta normalitatea pentru un barbat, deci... neavand alta maniera de a te complimenta, o aleg (reluctant) pe cea virtuala... ce vrei, batranetile:)
RăspundețiȘtergereSi da!, intr-adevar, ego-ul meu este impacat. Impacat cu ideea ca, in ciuda inexistentei perfectiunii (ma rog, cu mici exceptii... poate:)) n-as schimba cu nimic bucuria de a trai imperfect, de a scrie imperfect sau chiar... de a fi imperfect fericit.
Iar daca e sa ma iau dupa cei care spun ca marile bucurii vin intotdeauna din lucruri a caror importanta e, uneori, discutabila, atunci bucuria de a-ti confia gandurile mele, si - nu in ultimul rand - in ciuda varstei :)- de a fi exponentul unei galanterii pe care ti-o vreau transmisa la fiecare noua postare, macar, iti este in intregime datorata.
Se putea sa nu-mi placa urmarea :)? Si uite asa mai paleste putin mitul imprevizibilitatii feminine. Altfel settling for the imperfect imi pare enervant de intelept :). Eu nu “m-am inteleptit” inca suficient pentru asta (pen’ca perfectiunea exista...eu stiu :)). Dar cred ca incep sa inteleg cum e cu bucuriile alea de care spui.
ȘtergereSurreal ar putea fi the new word. Asta daca am cauta unul :).
Da, surreal! Long live surreal!
RăspundețiȘtergereIar asta... in cinstea a tot ceea ce e atat de real, incat devine suprareal:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NW7oNpzBSGc&ob=av2e
... cu +18-le de rigoare:
RăspundețiȘtergereI saw you this morning.
You were moving so fast.
Can't seem to loosen my grip
On the past.
And I miss you so much.
There's no one in sight.
And we're still making love
In My Secret Life.
I smile when I'm angry.
I cheat and I lie.
I do what I have to do
To get by.
But I know what is wrong,
And I know what is right.
And I'd die for the truth
In My Secret Life.
Hold on, hold on, my brother.
My sister, hold on tight.
I finally got my orders.
I'll be marching through the morning,
Marching through the night,
Moving cross the borders
Of My Secret Life.
Looked through the paper.
Makes you want to cry.
Nobody cares if the people
Live or die.
And the dealer wants you thinking
That it's either black or white.
Thank God it's not that simple
In My Secret Life.
I bite my lip.
I buy what I'm told:
From the latest hit,
To the wisdom of old.
But I'm always alone.
And my heart is like ice.
And it's crowded and cold
In My Secret Lïfe.
Admite! E surreal de frumos... si de adanc... si de adevarat.
Admit :).
RăspundețiȘtergereTe-as putea contrazice?
As(am) vrea sa am argumente?
Plato once said:
RăspundețiȘtergere"Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle".
Si nu!, nu sunt necesare alte argumente. Nu aici. Nu acum.
Si totusi... everyone needs to be cranked up, every now and then...
RăspundețiȘtergerehttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mHff55AeEAQ&feature=related
RăspundețiȘtergereLike the desert waiting for the rain ...
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