După Bal
S-au terminat petrecerile? La noi nu!
Pe 7 o sărbătorim pe Irina, o cheamă şi Ioana.
Pe 12 îl luăm de la aeroport pe tata.
Pe 17 e ziua Nataliei.
Pe 18 Irina împlineşte 5 ani.
Deci, încă nu puneţi în cutii pantofii de dans, chiar dacă nu mai aveţi cu cine dansa…
Take this Waltz!
Now in Vienna there's ten pretty women There's a shoulder where Death comes to cry There's a lobby with nine hundred windows There's a tree where the doves go to die There's a piece that was torn from the morning And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay Take this waltz, take this waltz Take this waltz with the clamp on its jaws Oh I want you, I want you, I want you On a chair with a dead magazine In the cave at the tip of the lily In some hallways where love's never been On a bed where the moon has been sweating In a cry filled with footsteps and sand Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay Take this waltz, take this waltz Take its broken waist in your hand This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz With its very own breath of brandy and Death Dragging its tail in the sea There's a concert hall in Vienna Where your mouth had a thousand reviews There's a bar where the boys have stopped talking They've been sentenced to death by the blues Ah, but who is it climbs to your picture With a garland of freshly cut tears? Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay Take this waltz, take this waltz Take this waltz it's been dying for years There's an attic where children are playing Where I've got to lie down with you soon In a dream of Hungarian lanterns In the mist of some sweet afternoon And I'll see what you've chained to your sorrow All your sheep and your lilies of snow Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay Take this waltz, take this waltz With its "I'll never forget you, you know!" This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz ... And I'll dance with you in Vienna I'll be wearing a river's disguise The hyacinth wild on my shoulder, My mouth on the dew of your thighs And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook, With the photographs there, and the moss And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty My cheap violin and my cross And you'll carry me down on your dancing To the pools that you lift on your wrist Oh my love, Oh my love Take this waltz, take this waltz It's yours now. It's all that there is
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Vezi ca mi-am pus Rochia si vin:)
Adica taman ce-am onorat intr-un fel leapsa aia de la tine din august, cu rochitele:)))
Pupam tare, la multi ani si un ianuarie superb!
Of, m-ai ucis cu Cohen. Si mai e si una din melodiile mele preferate … Doar stii cat il ador nu?
Sa sarbatoriti dragelor, eventual si pt astia mai amarati asa si care n-au parte de atata distractie la inceput de 2010.
De urat ti-am urat? Nu cred ca am apucat. Asadar, sa aveti parte amandoua de tot binele din lume, de toata fericirea pamantului si va tin pumnii stransi sa va iasa planurile, toate, toate, exact asa cum vi le-ati facut.
M-ai omorat cu asta! Melodia asta a fost valsul miresei la nunta mea …acum 100 de ani…eh…mi-era dor! Multam!
Pai sa va vedem mireasa, scumpa doamna:)
Pai sa ne gandim…hm… rochia e in dulapul meu, din camera mea, acasa la mama! Pantofii… nu mai stiu unde sunt. (din motive necunoscute chiar nici de mine, am ales sa nu ii mai port niciodata ca sa ramana “de mireasa”), voalul si accesoriile- in cutie cu rochia, eu sunt acasa cu bebelusul, pozele…sute…undeva …in calculator…iar nunta…parca a fost acum 100 de ani. Dar cand il ascult pe Cohen, toate astea se aduna, reinvie si nimic nu s-a schimbat…de 100 de ani!
Iata si mireasa:
http://momjob.wordpress.com/2010/01/07/just-married/