| = Tristete | Alina Maria Bica/Ivan [15.Feb.08 13:17] |
| Draga Geea, mi-a placut cum din text iese tristetea veninului stans intr-o iubire care e ultima frunza...Am realizat o traducere fiindca am simtit frumusetea acestui text si chiar sper sa iti placa...traducerea va fi la textele in engleza... Multumesc. What do you care... What do you care about my cigarette? What if I don`t have enough venom and what if I cannot digest the venom of others? I leave the immortality to those who don`t smoke, those like you...You don`t smoke, you don`t drink and you don`t eat crap and so? You take pills, venom, my love, it comes from feeling...Learn to forgive , to forgive yourself actually, and if I have a place into your sadness, learn to get me out of those questions and answers filled with venom... Let`s just see like in an excuse how they amuse the last leaf confused lost among the clouds that weep springs that you cannot reach and that are not enough what do you care? if memories burn on the last step of the first love I am not afraid of then nor of now I am the freedom to be grain of embers waste of smoke | |