duminică, 9 noiembrie 2014

The monster under my bed

Stiti expresia americanilor cu monstrul de sub pat? Eu zic ca fiecare dintre noi are unul… Eu stiu sigur ca am. Doar ca in ultima vreme (de cateva luni bune chiar) am devenit “friends with the monster” si mi-e mult mai bine. Atunci cand accepti ca ceva va face parte din viata ta pentru totdeauna, brusc ti se ridica un val de pe ochi si vezi totul intr-o alta lumina. Una mult mai clara si mai linistitoare.

I`m friends with the monster that`s under my bed

Get along with the voices inside my head

You`re trying to save me, stop holding your breath,

And you think I`m crazy, yeah, you think I`m crazy?

Well, that`s nothing!

2 comentarii:

  1. Am citit undeva o chestiune destul de faina pe care nu pot sa o reproduc la modul original. Oricum era ideea ca o data ce cresti, realizezi ca monstrii nu stau under your bine but within yourself. Kinda screwed up. De aici si poezia mea preferata de la Larkin: T

    They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
    They may not mean to, but they do.
    They fill you with the faults they had
    And add some extra, just for you.

    But they were fucked up in their turn
    By fools in old-style hats and coats,
    Who half the time were soppy-stern
    And half at one another’s throats.

    Man hands on misery to man.
    It deepens like a coastal shelf.
    Get out as early as you can,
    And don’t have any kids yourself.


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