Stii cum e sa nu mai ai rabdare? E, eu am cedat in seara asta… mergand de la munca spre casa eram pus pe pilot automat (asta inseamna ca toti receptorii necesari condusului sunt activi, dar fata ia pozitie de repaos – fata de bou – si creierul zburda de colo-colo) si ma gandeam la fel de fel de chestii.
Si evident c-am ajuns la lista aia pentru maine: nu uita sa iei usa, vezi ca mai trebuie un bidon de amorsa, trei trafaleti mici, suna-l pe nenea cu dusumeaua, ia becuri de 200 de watt ca sa se vada clar daca mai sunt imperfectiuni pe pereti… etc. Si de la gand la gand incep sa ma amarasc, mai e de munca cel putin o luna, parca n-am avansat deloc, parca… si gata! Am iesit de pe pilot automat, am facut stanga si am taiat-o spre santier!
Si de unul singur m-am apucat sa intind vinarom alb pe perete (apropos, Spor ala facut de Policolor la 40kg si luat cu 200 lei de la Hornbach isi face treaba bine!)!
Si pana la ora 03:45 asta am facut, am trafaletit, am bidinit, am pensulit cu drag si spor! Evident ca de nerabdare nu m-am mai schimbat si am facut jeansii praf (pont: vinaromul iese cu apa calda), cand dadeam tavanul mi-a sarit o picatura in ochi si acum zici c-am o lanterna rosie in locul respectivului ochi, m-am dezechilibrat pe scara si m-am dus in dinti cu tot cu trafaletul peste ceafa, in viteza n-am mai acoperit caloriferele si pana sa-mi dau seama le-am tarcat de-o sa am maine de curatat la ele pana cand vorbesc chineza fluent si pe deasupra… am mainile mai albe ca ale lu’ ‘nea fuhrerul!
Dar macar sunt multumit: am mozolit si tot interiorul de la C-Crosser cu vinarom alb, deci pot spune linistit ca a fost o seara fructuoasa…
Bine, evident ca voi acum va foiti de pe o parte pe alta in pat si ocazional eliberati mici nucleare pe sub paturi dar… macar asa am si eu impresia ca ma pot vaita cuiva.
A, si daca tot ma chinui de cateva zile sa nu uit sa va dau o melodie… uite ce frumos le zice Anna Nalick…
“Can you help me unravel my latest mistake?,
I don’t love him. Winter just wasn’t my season”
Yeah we walk through the doors, so accusing their eyes
Like they have any right at all to criticize,
Hypocrites. You’re all here for the very same reason
‘Cause you can’t jump the track, we’re like cars on a cable
And life’s like an hourglass, glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button, girl.
So cradle your head in your hands
And breathe… just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe
May he turned 21 on the base at Fort Bliss
“Just a day” he said down to the flask in his fist,
“Ain’t been sober, since maybe October of last year.”
Here in town you can tell he’s been down for a while,
But, my God, it’s so beautiful when the boy smiles,
Wanna hold him. Maybe I’ll just sing about it.
Cause you can’t jump the track, we’re like cars on a cable,
And life’s like an hourglass, glued to the table.
No one can find the rewind button, boys,
So cradle your head in your hands,
And breathe… just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe
There’s a light at each end of this tunnel,
You shout ’cause you’re just as far in as you’ll ever be out
And these mistakes you’ve made, you’ll just make them again
If you only try turning around.
2 AM and I’m still awake, writing a song
If I get it all down on paper, it’s no longer inside of me,
Threatening the life it belongs to
And I feel like I’m naked in front of the crowd
Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud
And I know that you’ll use them, however you want to
But you can’t jump the track, we’re like cars on a cable,
And life’s like an hourglass, glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button now
Sing it if you understand.
and breathe, just breathe
woah breathe, just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe.
Colaborez cu cabral de prin 2014. Îmi place pentru că apreciază serviciile mele.