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Si iata-ne aici...iata-ne cautand flori in campul plin de maracini, iata-ne selectand printre buruieni pe cele ce ne-ar putea face viata mai frumoasa...iata-ne azi aici... Iata-ne desfigurandu-ne inimile in cautarea "ceva"-ului ce va aduce fericirea, iata-ne implorand mai mult, iata-ne furand din "buzunarele" goale, iata-ne alergand printre contradictii, iata-ne parafrazand ceea ce am ajuns a asculta si vedea, iata-ne uitand ca viata e un cerc si directiile pe care le luam ne pot duce acolo unde am mai fost...iata-ne azi tot aici...

Poate perceptia mea e putin diferita...si totusi viata asa cu o vad eu a fie...nu reuseste sa se intample... Dar privind cu ingaduinta...poate nu am facut altceva decat sa fim din nou copii, nimic altceva decat sa facem greseli pe care le-am prevazut, sa ne jucam irosindu-ne energia, sa imprumutam jucariile pe care nu le vom mai primi inapoi, sa stricam jucariile in liniste sau sa privim neputinciosi cum ceilalti le strica ...
Si iata-ne azi aici...presupunand prea mult, cantarim prea multe...pana si aerul respirat...iata-ne incapabili sa explicam desi vorbim prea mult, iata-ne incapabili sa spunem adevarul desi suntem sinceri, iata-ne ascunzand prea multe lucruri de noi insine...din teama,rusine sau dorinta de a uita, iata-ne ascultandu-ne inimile ce bat prea repede fara rost si nume...


Iata-ne la o varsta la care cunoastem limbajul, o varsta la care putine cuvinte ne sunt necunoscute, iata-ne trecand prin ani in care am rostit prea multe, in prea multe feluri asa cum simteam sau asa cum consideram a fi adecvat...iata-ne dupa toate acestea cum cautam prea mult timp ce sa spunem, cum




Iata-ne asezati confortabil in pat, iata-ne arzand si luand pastile cu pumnul, iata-ne gasindu-ne in situatii nu prea vechi, iata-ne ascultandu-ne vocile, iata-ne rememorand, iata-ne tacand si intreband... Cand anume a trecut tot acest timp? Cand anume s-au intamplat toate astea? Can anume ne-am intors aici?

What a beautiful mess, this is
It's like taking a guess when the only answer is "Yes"
Through, timeless words and priceless pictures
We'll fly like birds not of this earth
And tides they turn and hearts disfigure
But that's no concern when we're wounded together
And we, tore our dresses and stained our shirts
But its nice today. Oh the way it was so worth it.


You've got the best of both worlds
You're the kind of girl who can take down a man,
And lift him back up again
You are strong but you're needy,
Humble but you're greedy
And based on your body language,
And shoddy cursive I've been reading
Your style is quite selective,though your mind is rather reckless
Well I guess it just suggeststhat this is just what happiness is
Hey, what a beautiful mess this is
It's like picking up trash in dresses
Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write
Kind of turn themselves into knives
And don't mind my nerve you could call it fiction
But I like being submerged in your contradictions dear'
Cause here we are, here we are
Although you were biased I love your advice
Your comebacks they're quick
And probably have to do with your insecurities
There's no shame in being crazy,
Depending on how you take these
Words I'm paraphrasing this relationship we're staging
And what a beautiful mess, yes it is
It's like picking up trash in dresses
Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you say
Kind of turn themselves into blades


Cause here, here we are,
Here we areHere we are [x7]
We're still here