bunul simt....

monday... one of those f...ing mondays when things start like they shouldn't.
unul dintre minunatii mei vecini s-a trezit (sau s-a dus la culcare) cu gandul la locul lui/meu de parcare. si mi-a lasat si biletel sa stiu si eu ca se gandeste la asta.
m-a "rugat frumos" sa am bunul simt sa nu mai parchez pe locurile altora de parcare (de parca el vorbea in numele unei colectivitati) si sa ma anunte pe aceasta cale ca, daca nu binevoiesc sa-mi parchez masina in curte, o sa "binevoiasca ei sa si le parcheze".
cum sa nu te enervezi? eram parcata in fata blocului lor pentru simplul motiv ca in fata curtii mele alti vecini (si de-ai lui pana la urma) aveau masinile parcate.
ce-l f..e pe el grija ca nu-mi bag masina in curte? oricum locurile de parcare nu sunt platite si fiecare parcheaza unde apuca. de cate ori n-am venit acasa si a trebuit sa merg in spatele curtii sa parchez (strada in care nu demukt s-au spart doua masini).
dar ce, credeti ca s-a gandit vreodata vecinul asta ca atunci cand nu-mi parchez masina pe locul lui (pentru ca cel mai probabil locul lui il ocupasem), o parchez pe unde gasesc, in niciun caz in fata curtii unde (dupa cat si cum il duce pe el capul ar trebui sa pun monopol pe locurile de parcare).
m-a enervat, drept urmare o sa port o mica corespondenta cu el, daca binevoieste a citi biletele pe care mi le voi lasa singura in parbriz.
sa vina sa discutam personal, ca si asta cere bun simt.

Full freedom

last night I was dreaming ... touch me I don't mind...

I won't wake up as there is nothing to wake up from. It's not a dream made up in my head, it's not an illusion of mine, it's not an impression... It's for real. A dream like reality. Why dream like? Because only in my dreams I can be totally myself, with no inhibitions, no restrains, no worries.

Last night I was dreaming... wake up in the morning and I wondered if I'd see...

I see because I have no blinds shut down, I have my eyes open wide and I am in control of my actions. I am well aware of my doings as well as of my desires. I do not have to pretend. I can just be me.

Full freedom!

"Hallelujah" - Jeff Buckley

Well I heard there was a secret chord
that David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do ya?
Well it goes like this :
The fourth, the fifth, the minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah

Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah...

Well your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya
And she tied you to her kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah...

(Yeah but) Baby I've been here before
I've seen this room and I've walked this floor, (You know)
I used to live alone before I knew ya
And I've seen your flag on the marble arch
and love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah...

Well there was a time when you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show that to me do ya
But remember when I moved in you
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah

Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah

Hallelujah...

[Instrumental]

Maybe there's a God above
But all I've ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya
And it's not a cry that you hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelu...
Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelu...
Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah

Hallellllluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuujjjaahhhh...Hallelllluuuuuujjaaaaaaaaaahhhh