vara cu nopti fierbinti si miros de tei. iunie. cirese. iunie e luna mea, numai gandul la ea ma poarta catre vazduhuri albastre ametitoare.
visez la Marele Drum; la o sosea pustie la poalele muntilor, la mine in lumea larga, cu bratele intinse si razand in hohote.
era odata cand n-as fi lasat nimic in urma. era odata cand Drumul mare si liber se deschidea in mine. era odata cand simteam cum sar de pe o stanca si ma scufund navalnic in marea rece si albastra, privind ochi azi straini. ochi in care ma pierdeam, imaginandu-mi cercuri de trunchiuri de copaci, paduri si pamant reavan, imbatator.

I wanted to live on top of a mountain

but it’s cold and forsaken there without you now

I wanted to dive into the ocean of love

but I got shipwrecked on the shores of broken dreams

For you I sang songs of the nightswan

and each line I wrote was a beat of my heart

Once there was a fire in the lighthouse of my heart:

I gave you so much more than just my love

and you broke so much more than just a promise

Oh, how I tried to believe, how I loved,

How I tried to hold on to my dream;

How I wanted to live – but now I’m going home

to a place where love is more

than just a four-letter word

and as I kiss the memory of your goodnight

I’m beginning to see the light…

Si parc-un dor de viata toata m-a prins privind in urma lui…

m-am visat odata intr-o calatorie. eram in tren si mergeam spre Nepal. acei ochi erau undeva departe, in urma, iar eu le scriam o scrisoare. era o senzatie de tristete si de frica, pentru ca eram pentru prima oara departe de ei si cumva ma simteam descoperita si mica in fata intregii lumi. cand am ajuns am pornit pe o strada larga si plina de oameni imbracati foarte colorat, cu rochii lungi si largi, unii mergand, altii stand in grupuri, altii vanzand lucruri pe marginea drumului, ca la balci. drumul ducea catre poalele himalayei, care trona ca o adevarata zeita-mama a pamantului. si, peste toti si toate, mii de fluturi, imensi, colorati, zburand, dand foarte incet din aripile mari.
azi ma imbrac cu rochia mea albastra pe care scrie ‘Made in Nepal’ si maine, sau intr-o zi care va veni dupa maine, voi si ajunge acolo.

and i’m still dreaming of The Road…

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