Twelve days in Paris, and I’m awaiting for life to start. At first I don't notice you
Or the colour of your hair
Or your readiness to laugh
I am tying a shoelace
Or finding the pavement fascinating
When the comet thrills the sky
Ever the dull alchemist
I have before me all the neccesary elements,
It is their combination that eludes me
Forgive me, I am sleepwalking
I am jangling along to some song of the moment
Suffering it's sweetness
Luxuriating in it's feeble aproximation of starlight
Meanwhile there is a real world
Trains are late, doctors are breaking bad news
But I am living in a lullaby
For long time I’ve been accumulating sentimental lyrics and quotes, mostly because I needed words for what I’m feeling, so then I can start to work on a meaning. But now it’s purposeless. Not because Jason Molina on his own captured all the man can feel in his songs, no. Context changing, shifting toward unknown, phasing words into letters that I carefully put in touching order. Evoke something that in the end makes me catching teardrops. All that time it was you. It’s you, it’s you I waited…it’s yours…it’s your footsteps I follow…I follow the tracks of impossible love
Sometimes all I really want to feel is love
Sometimes I'm angry that I feel so angry
Sometimes my feelings get in the way
Of what I really feel I needed to say
Любовница от меня под конец ушла. Остался только клок ее волос. Я по-прежнему кладу его около левого кулака, когда сажусь есть.
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