Can I catch your eye, sir
Can I be what you like, yeah
I could be the right girl
Tell me if you like your lady in my-my color
Can I be your type, yeah
I could set you right, whoa
How are you tonight, sir
I'm living my life, ooh
Hope you feel alright, yeah!

me again

• • I thought I did that already........I don't really know how to make it even simpler than that.
    I'll read through it again...but I think the best things to do is for you to tell me what are you confused about?
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  • I read through and it all seems pretty clear to me. But maybe this bit made your heart stop :
    
    I can keep my distance, although it's hard - kinda like quiting smoking :L . and we don't have to have a connection :L the river doesn't really need to find the sea if you want to put it that way. it'll just bent and go towards some new sea.
    
    This shall be then my attempt to clarify:
    1) Firstly it has nothing to do with sexual intercourse or the much hated, much stupidly drained of any meaning R word (Relationship)
    2) Secondly, this has nothing to do with me wanting or even implying I want the above mentioned things
    3)thirdly, now that you've probably calmed down I shall focus more on what I mean by connection. Remember I told you all those things about how 'the key to the bloody universe' is opening up and all that crap. to be fair, in many ways that crap applies to this world in ways that are beyond my power to explain. But that's not the point. When you open up, you don't just receive, you also give, hence you connect. that's just it. you're drawn into a web of connections that's existance at it's very core. and I shall stop there before going any further
• • 4)I am listening to Dancing Queen- can't believe Jordan has it! His mum likes Abba as well.
    5)Fifthly, to try and make it simpler. you meet people everyday. LETS JUST SAY FOR THE SAKE OF IT THEY ARE ALL EQUALLY COMPLEX :L but for some reasons, whatever these reasons might be, you are only drawn to some of them. in a sense that you can only get along with some of them. this whole bondage that you establish can be of very different natures and in the same time of very different depths. So far I've only described people interacting so problem there I HOPE
    6)My God I'm back to my childhood!
    7)Now. the way we bond and interact, to some extent, depends on every individual. you have many kinds of people in the world! and many kinds of interactions and modalities that are specific to each kind and so on. it 's hard to believe but it creates a pattern at some point and you realise people are really like sheep, the vast majority of them anyway, and they're obvious and predictable once you're good at these kinda things.
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  • From now on we shall, for the sake of conversation, concentrate on two rare types of people: my kind and your kind and switch the song to 'All is said and done'.
    ***bear in mind, you said I'm hopeless when it comes to music so from here forth I shall listen to whatever junk I please and let the prophets of music culture crucify me between the likes of Polish Disco and dancehall
    
    As I was saying, for the sake of this conversation, we shall pick me and you as two representative examples of our own category. We both belong to pretty rare categories, nonetheless we are not alone.
    I guess you know us well enough - me at least- to kinda sum up how differently we interact and how striking we are in terms of what makes us who we are.
    But that doesn't really stop my kind in particular to want to connect with your kind. It' been like that ever since the world was made I think. there's even a Buddhist story I very much liked about it.
    it's strange, it doesn't have to be rule of course, but it applies to this specific case so that's why I even said it. lets just say Fins are amongst Anas' favourites , for reasons that needn't be mentioned or went into ( see 1 and 2). We just bond with your people despite the fact that it's very difficult for us.
• • My kind was always a fan of strong connections, deep ones, true ones, very open ones. It just has and I am as well. I don't do superficial, at least not for long, I have connections, I know a lot of people, I go through them to even more people, but I have very few friends. and once my friend, you're always my friend otherwise you're a name of the long list of people I've met along my way. that's how it goes. and that's how it's going to go. pretty much we're fine -anyone we meet can become a friend, anyone we meet can be just a name, things can also change, to us and to me in particular it's all the same it doesn't really matter.
    But when people like me meet people like you, it begins to matter in a sense that we begin to care what you are to us. we want you to be friends not just names...it's really strange and it doesn't make any sense ... foe reasons again that I won't go into. Of course it doesn't have to happen, frankly, it rarely does but that's not the point. the point is we wish and we want it to happen.
• • so, we don't have to be friends is what I'm saying. if you don't want to, if my way of trying to impose things and a rhythm to all this, and move things in a certain direction aren't what you want or just simply get on your nerves it's ok. you don't have to
• • and I can tone it down, although it's hard BECAUSE i AM IMPATIENT . that's what I meant.
    None of this had to lead to anything.... I told you once that I have a theory about when people like you and me meet they either grow through each other they either kill each other :L on a larger, more metaphorical scale, I wasn't joking. I WAS WRONG though. it's both. it always leads somewhere, it's not just killing time. it's a deeper kind of bondage, a deeper kinda connection, a something different from you ordinary, everyday social interaction.
• • I don't know how to explain this any further.....if it's still a mess and makes no sense, just drop it. I don't think I can be any more ( and in the same time less ) clear.

and them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye...

Te-ai speriat,Maestre?!Ce-i drept Veronica nu e unul dintre cei mai cuminti sau mai achilibrati oameni pe care ii poti cunoaste intr-o viata de om -ce poti sa-i faci!doar seamana cu mama ei!- dar nu cred ca o pustoaica de 17 ani te poate face sa -ti iei zborul la sute de kilometrii departare de teama ei.
Da!E incapatanata!Da!E impertinenta! Da!E vesnica adolescenta rebela!Dar are suficient sambure nemtesc ca sa compenseze pentru atata sange latin.
Acum, permite-mi te rog sa-mi incerc norocul si sa indraznesc sa joc si eu zaruri cu Universul.Daca eu castig recunosti ca nu erai pregatit de la bun inceput pentru asa,recunosti ca am avut dreptate in privinta ta: nu te-ai schimbat deloc si ai ramas sa-mi semeni la fel de mult cum nu suportai sa ti se reproseze nici in urma cu 20 de ani.Nu ca m-ar incalzi pe mine cu ceva toate lucrurile astea, le-am stiut , le stiu si le voi mai stii inca si fara sa le aud din gura ta, dragule.
Poate totusi unele lucruri se schimba si poate de data asta mi-as fi dorit sa ma insel, dar revenind la pariu.
Daca nu am dreptate, pentru indrazneala mea de a face asemenea supozitii ai tot dreptul din lume ca in ciuda multor amintiri si a legaturii in care am investit atat sa nu-mi mai adresezi un singur cuvant.
A!tocmai mi-am amintit!Sofia ori nu stie cat de bine te cunosc ori pur si simplu are un car de bun simt extrem de daunator : cu toata cordialitatea din lume mi-a replicat ca ai plecat din motive "pur si strict personale" despre care ar fi bine" sa discutam tete-a-tete".
Acum Maestre-pentru ca iti plac jocurile astea si stiu sigur ca nu vei refuza sa iei parte la el desi in fata mea n-ai recunoaste-o in veci - iata si care cred eu cred eu ca e motivul plecarii tale: Te-ai indragostit de fiica mea-ce poti sa-i faci! doar seamana cu mama ei!
Te sarut cu drag, scumpule, si astept cu deosebita nerabdare ploaia de tunete si de fulgere care se bate in directia Iasului.A!Si cand vei juca rolul omului insultat care vesnic are dreptatea de partea lui te rog sa nu ma privesti de sus, ca pe un frate inger cazut, cu aroganta ascunsa ca ma privesti din cer.

Actrita.

who you're destined to be

Dragul meu,

Pe fiica ta a apucat-o febra scrisorilor si se prea pare ca a molipsit pe toata lumea.Vroiam sa-ti scriu din motive strict profesionale: Louis a plecat si a lasat teatrul ala fara director asa ca ceea ce e acolo e o totala nebunie!Eu am plecat intr-un turneu improvizat prin patria mea natala-stii ca nu-mi place sa-mi asum responsabilitatea nici pentru greselile mele.Dragul meu, trimite curand pe cineva sa-l inlocuiasca.
N-am sa ma obosesc sa traduc scrisoarea asta in nicio limba de circulatie internationala asta ca sa-ti amintesti si tu cum mai suna limba natala fostei tale sotii.
Te ... nu gasesc un cuvant suficient de cordial.

Cumva a ta pe veci,
Anne -Marie.

sale el sol

-nu plange pentru ca s-a terminat...
-zambeste pentru ca s-a intamplat, nu!?pentru ca e atat de incredibil de usor!pentru ca un final BUN e mai valoros ca unul fericit!cine scrie despre fericire, cine o gaseste si impartaseste asta lumii, cine in toata mintea lui a jucat vreodata o comedie a fericrii nu a ironiei, cine s-a innecat cu dulce si nu cu amar?!ce arta ar supravietii fericirii!? nu?!
-revolatata ca de obicei!...toate sentimentele, draga mea, trec, chiar si durerea. doar ideile raman.
-...ca apa si pietrele.
-da. ca apa si pietrele.nimeni n-a spus vreodata ca va fi usor, dar, tu, nu apartii lumii lor, tu nu poti trai acolo oricat de disperat ai vrea asta.
-....eu nu apartin niciunei lumi.
-e prea devreme sa spui asta.acum doar spui prostii pe care nici tu nu le crezi...asculta-i glasul, asculta-i chemarea si intr-o zi vei ajunge acasa.
-stai.
-nu, copila.acum e randul tau sa stai.fii cuminte, revolta-te cat e nevoie, plangi si mananca pamantul, loveste si loveste-te cat e nevoie si asteapta chemarea,si va veni asa cum a venit mereu. urmeaz-o si te va duce unde trebuie.
-trebuia sa aleg chemarea... dintre toate semnele divine eu a trebuit sa aleg chemarea.
-crezi ca tu, ai ales chemarea?!
-da...inainte sa ma nasc am ales sa aud, nu sa vad,nu sa ating sau sa miros. am ales sa aud...
-si atunci de ce renegi o asemenea alegere?
-...va veni curand?
-stii sa-ti raspunzi la asta.si singura....ai grija de tine!

.....stiam ca va veni cand trebuie, dar plecase inainte sa apuc s-o spun....

si-am plans ...am plans pana cand am simtit ca nu mai am lacrimi si totusi nu s-a schibat nimic.
as mai fi plans dar inutil. eram tot eu: nemultumita, singura, mica, o picatura in marele ocean.eram tot eu : neputincioasa, disperata, sfasiata de ceea ce credeam ca e realitatea mea.
ma devoram singura si mi se spunea ca-mi place...
as fi vrut sa ma opresc , dar nu stiam cum. inca mai caut in mine o schimbare si caut prin toate colturile si formele intortocheate ale amalgamului pe care-l numesc fiinta si ori nu sunt capabila s-o gasesc ori ea chiar e acolo doar ca eu n-o vad.
am crezut ca asteptand o sa vina. poate am avut dreptate, dar mi-a lipsit rabdarea.
am inceput sa-mi construiesc salvarea, am inceput sa produc eu o schimbare dar m-am trezit in acelasi loc...
eram tot acolo de unde plecasem doar ca peisajul era altul.si eram tot eu : trista si vesela, depresiva si euforica, puternica si slaba, mandra si umila.
eram tot eu...

am crezut ca auzind cuvinte care dor n-am sa ma mai intorc. am sperat iar in van, mi-am facut iluzii, am trait mereu sperand ca vitorul ma va uri pana in clipa cand va deveni prezent.uneori m-am inselat.
inca imi doresc aceleasi lucruri, inca ma agat de aceleasi vise, inca mai lupt pentru acelesi idealuri, inca mai iubesc , mai am inca incredere oarba in oameni, maiam inca zeci de droguri si dependente,inca mai plang si inca mai zambesc.
sunt tot eu desi uneori ma vad altfel, sunt tot eu desi uneori cred in schimbarea mea.