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So lonely my love
I can’t help but feel this way
You’re just another part of me
That somehow managed to run away

Somebody should have warned me not to breath
And somebody should have told me not to wear
To wear my heart out on my sleeve
It can’t be good for you or me

Days go by, no man’s side
Days I’ve seen you pass
And nothing seems to last, anymore
Round here

Like the calm before the storm
Set out gently but I’m torn
You’ve always been a part of me
And someday maybe we shall see

Days go by, no man’s side
Days I’ve seen you pass
And nothing seems to last, anymore
Round here

Days I’ve seen you pass
And nothing seems to last, anymore
Round here


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De la Bruxelles, numai de bine


Copila e la scoala. M-am intalnit si cu tatal lui Liam, si abia acum realizez cat de delicata e viata… Tatal lui Liam e conductor de metrou, idolul copiilor, ca doar e singurul conductor ce ne saluta si claxoneaza cand ne vede pe peron. El e bine. altul nu e.

 

Nu dormii prea mult. Am visat ca urcam pe un munte si am reusit sa ajung sus, in craterul inverzit, si asta intr-o zi. Frumoase peisaje, verde, padure, verdeata, imi aduc aminte si numele muntelui: Kandahar. A trebuit sa ma trezesc sa pricep numele.

 

In rest, si eu si seful am ajuns mai devreme la munca Mai devreme decat bomberman, ca vaz ca lucram la aceeasi statie de metrou. Seful a lucrat si in Londra, in 2007, unde a prins acelasi metrou cu alt bomberman, doar a ratat vagonul.