And so it is
Just like you said it would be
Life goes easy on me
Most of the time
And so it is
The shorter story
No love, no glory
No hero in her skies
I can’t take my eyes off you
I can’t take my eyes off you
I can’t take my eyes off you
I can’t take my eyes off you
I can’t take my eyes off you
I can’t take my eyes…
And so it is
Just like you said it should be
We’ll both forget the breeze
Most of the time
And so it is
The colder water
The blower’s daughter
The pupil in denial
I can’t take my eyes off you
I can’t take my eyes off you
I can’t take my eyes off you
I can’t take my eyes off you
I can’t take my eyes off you
I can’t take my eyes…
Did I say that I loathe you?
Did I say that I want to
Leave it all behind?
I can’t take my mind off you
I can’t take my mind off you…
I can’t take my mind off you
I can’t take my mind off you
I can’t take my mind off you
I can’t take my mind…
My mind…my mind…
‘Til I find somebody new
As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn’t supposed to ever let you down probably will. You will have your heart broken, probably more than once, and it’s harder every time. You’ll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You’ll fight with your best friend. You’ll blame a new love for things an old one did. You’ll cry because time is passing too fast, and you’ll eventually lose someone you love. So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you’ve never been hurt because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you’ll never get back.
Find a girl who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on her, who will stay awake just to watch you sleep. Wait for the guy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you’re in your sweats, who holds your hand in front of her friends. Wait for the one who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and how lucky he is to have you. Wait for the one who turns to his friends and says, “..that’s him.”
Mihkel raua pooleldi autobiograafiline teos “Musta pori näkku” – Tahan seda.
Eks jään ootama kordustiraaži,mis peaks meie raamatulettidele jõudma eeldatavalt novembri teises pooles.
Mis toimub minuga, tihti mõtlen, miks teen üht või teist või kolmandat, isegi neljandat. Ning, seda tehes ei suuda ma endale seda teadvustada, käitun nagu mingi ajendi najal. Selleks ajendiks ei ole tunded, heaolu, finantsilised väärtused vms, ma ei teagi mis minu käitumise tingib, ka enda jaoks arusaamatu.
Elu on imelik, on hetki, kui tunned end täidetuna kogu sellest õnnest, on päevi, mil oled maailma tühjem inimene, on päevi, kui oled kuskil eemal, on hetki, mil kõik asjalood on peapeal ning siis jälle vastupidi. Elu mitte ainult ei pöörle vaid ka hüpleb.
Kunagi loetud tähtkuju kirjeldus ütles, et reaalselt kaksikud ei vaja enda kõrvale inimest, enda teise poolega saadakse läbi piisavalt hästi, et mingi suurem üksindustunne saaks tekkida.
Järeldus: ma pole vist tüüpiline kaksik