intelepciune a la Damien Rice

N-aveti idee ce sentiment de furie, regret, dor (nici eu nu mai stiu), te apuca cand il vezi pe ton amour pe mess si el nu schiteaza nici macar un "mai traiesti prin peisaj?"
Stiu, rusoaicele merg mai departe, orice ar insemna asta, oricum ar arata.
nu mai am lacrimi sa plang, probabil ca am crescut indeajuns de mare sa infrunt adevarul si suna cam asa:


Leave me out with the waste
This is not what I do,
It's the wrong kind of place
To be thinking of you,
It's the wrong time
For somebody new,
It's a small crime
And I've got no excuse

Is that alright with you?
Give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright with you?
If you don't shoot it how am I supposed to hold it
Is that alright with you?

Damien Rice- "9 crimes"