Write me a story. Write to me beautiful…
Write it to me tender. Write to me the world you see…
Write to me the colors that your eyes reflect.
Write to me about the unspoken words.
Write to me about your wind,
that carries you on its white and bright wings.
Write to me about the sunlight,
that shines through the hair curls.
Write to me about the morning mist,
that moistures the na?ve lips
Write to me about all drops of rain that you will cry.
Write to me about all the times you’ll make me laugh.
Write to me about all songs we’ll not sing.
Write to me about our common shining memories.
Write to me about all dances which we’ll not dance.
Write to me about all your fantasies.
Write to me about all sunsets we’ll not see.
Write to me about the time,
that will carry us through the waves of our lives.
Write to me about all flowers you’ll tear and bring
over to spread all over me.
Write to me about the tiredness of our feet
after we’d have walked our afternoon picknick.
Write me a story.. Just write to me beautiful…
Write it to me tender. Write to me the world you see,
and all the colors that your soul will reflect.
Write me a story…
An amazing song, sang by an amazing woman….
There’s a fire starting in my heart
Reaching a fever pitch and
It’s bringing me out the dark
Finally I can see you crystal clear
Go ahead and sell me out
And I’ll lay your ship bare
See how I’ll leave with every piece of you
Don’t underestimate the things that I will do
There’s a fire starting in my heart
Reaching a fever pitch
And it’s bringing me out the dark
The scars of your love remind me of us
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all
The scars of your love, they leave me breathless
I can’t help feeling
We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart inside of your hand
And you played it to the beat
Baby, I have no story to be told
But I’ve heard one on you
And I’m gonna make your head burn
Think of me in the depths of your despair
Making a home down there
As mine sure won’t be shared
The scars of your love remind me of us
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all
The scars of your love, they leave me breathless
I can’t help feeling
We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart inside of your hand
But you played it to the beat
We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart inside of your hand
But you played it with your beating
Throw your soul through every open door
Count your blessings to find what you look for
Turned my sorrow into treasured gold
You pay me back in kind
And reap just what you sow
We could have had it all
We could have had it all
It all, it all it all
We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart inside of your hand
And you played it to the beat
We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart inside of your hand
But you played it
You played it
You played it
You played it
To the beat
Magi Djanavarova – Trqbva da znam by PrinceBobo2
Plenty of roads are leading me there
where you’re coming from.
And some day, in this big world
will I ever meet you at all?
I don’t know if you have been here before…
Chorus:
I need to know today,
I need to know where you are.
I need to know now,
I need to know where you are.
No, don’t say “never”
and some day we’ll be together.
We cannot walk alone forever,
just meeting in each other’s dreams.
I need you to be here,
I already need to know what’s the distance between us.
I don’t know if you’ve been here before…
Chorus:…
No, don’t say “never”
and some day we’ll be together.
You don’t know me, but I love you, and I walk towards you.
And I will not stop, I will prove it,
I am waiting for you, I am waiting for you.
Chorus:…
When I come home, I’m lost. What is this damn place that I call “home”? As if I ever had a “home” somewhere.
When I come home, I need my friends. Who the hell I am calling “friends”? Those, based on the casual meetings, based on the casual contacts, keeping distance? Those, who are never there to listen?
Then I have my world shut for everybody, capturing only myself inside.
Then I run away. Then I hide and seek solitude, a place where I could stay aside with my thoughts.
It’s difficult because this started to happen quite often already.
I am shutting down more often than I expected.
I am alone here, and I have nobody to talk to.
And if I want to talk, what would I speak out? Could all these feelings and conditions be literally spoken out? Only by wording? I am full with words. But from my mouth does not fall down even a single sound. I am screaming inside my head with silence. Stuffed with silent, thick, salty, tender, bitter, passionate, comforting and hurting inside words. They are like thorns. Stuck in my inner flesh, drilling holes in the sensitive surface, making it bleed.
I am scared to talk about it. It’s a very delicate situation, where I’m asking and answering questions myself.
Nothing is in order inside me. I found peace. Recently I really did. I thought I have found peace. This peace then I threw myself away.
By asking to stay away. I know that I had to do this. I had no other choice.
Nothing more is allowed, and I started to loose myself. I had no other choice. I had to throw it away. That was the better case. But why I am not so convinced? Why , instead of feeling better, I am feeling worse? Why the weight of the day is day by day heavier? Wasn’t it supposed to relief this burden away? It’s pressing my shoulders double now. And it makes me shut down. It makes me gloomy.
It makes me scream inside, voiceless.
Voiceless, because nobody could help me. I chose this way. And all I am in now, is the cause of this.
I rode the wave. I rode it so high, and so good. I rode the power of the sea.
The tide crashed me down. The wave filled my ears and nose with sand.
The wave crashed me in the sand and bruised my body. The current will sweep me away, dragging me in the salty, chilling water, where my wounds will smash me with agony.
But I deserve this. Because I knew I wouldn’t have what I want. And, it made me certain that I would not have it. What have I got?
I’m showing to the world my shitty happy mask, something that would guarantee its comfort and happy survival. I used to be happy. I used to be different. I didn’t need to put a mask.
I had to save myself.
I’m living in my inner world, where I shut the doors and close the windows, where my candles burn with the light of all my memories and experiences, where I think with the strength of my heart and breathe with the illusion of what I need.
And I am afraid to reach out my hand, and take it. I am a coward. Supposedly, I have to modify it. But I don’t want. And I don’t want to put an end to it.
I am an idiot.
“The rule of the TME Idiot”
A student goes to the teacher with a definite intention.
He wants something.
He says he wants it with his whole heart and his whole existence.
He dreams about it during the days, dreams about it during the nights.
And because his wish is causing him so big pain, he asks for help.
- What shall I do?- he asks the teacher.
The teacher offers him a specific sequence of actions: the rule of the TME Idiot.
Where does it start from?
The first letter – of TME – T, means the following:
You want something?
Take it!
Take what you wish.
Stretch your hands to it!
What do you look for?
“The love of this woman…This house…This job…”
Take it!
Do everything possible to achieve it.
Put your life at risk, follow your wish.
The student stands silent and after a while he says that it’s impossible.
That he has tried everything, but he couldn’t do it, and that nobody ever could.
It is impossible to take what he wants.
The teacher trusts him, because sometimes these things happen.
-What does the rule say?- asks the student. – What’s next?
The teacher explains:
The rule of the TME says, that after T follows M.
You cannot take what you want?
You’ve done everything possible, and it has turned out that it really is unachievable?
And it says:
if you cannot Take it, Modify it!
Replace what you wanted, with something else!
“This woman does not love me…”
Well, let some other woman loves you!
“The other does not love me, either.”
Look for a new one!
Find a sailor!
Take a dog!
-It doesn’t work. – says the student.
This, what I want, cannot be modified.
Because there is not a second one like this woman…
Because there is not a second one like this house…
What should I do, Teacher?
What does the third part of the rule advise?
The Teacher says: T, M and E…
End!
You cannot take what you want?
Pity.
You cannot modify it?
Bad.
Now put an End!
- A, no… – says the student.
This I cannot do, I don’t want this.
It’s impossible…
How come it is “impossible”?
You cannot take it… You cannot modify it…
Put an end on it!
-No, teacher.
I will never be able to let it go!
Ahhhh.
The teacher thinks.
He cannot Take it.
He is not able to Modify it.
And he doesn’t want to put an End…
There is nothing left to say to the student.
With the help of the rule, the teacher has figured out:
his student
is an idiot!