Tuesday, 27 October 2009

ακόμα...


κι όταν μιλάμε γι'άλλους εννοώ εμάς

4 comments:

  1. Sadly one Sunday, I waited and waited
    With flowers in my arms, for the grief I'd created
    I waited 'til dreams like my heart were all broken
    The flowers were all dead and the words were unspoken
    The grief that I knew was beyond all consoling
    The beat of my heart was a bell that was tolling
    Saddest of Sundays

    Then came the Sunday when you came to find me
    They brought me to church and I left you behind me
    My eyes would not see what I wanted to love me
    The earth and the flowers of the lover above me*
    The bell tolled for me and the wind whispered 'never'
    But you I have loved and I love you forever
    Last of all Sundays

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  2. μα τι λεει?
    δεν καταλαβα
    τα τιναξε απο το πολυ περιμενε?


    η πλακα με το "περιμενε" ειναι
    πως περιμενει ο ενας απο την μια και ο αλλος απο την αλλη. (οχι παντα -συχνα)
    Ιστοριες βλακειας (οχι παντα -συχνα)

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  3. ακόμα και όταν ζούμε για άλλους να ζούμε για μας.

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  4. ε,ελιναι χαζή ..που δεν το καταλαβαίνει..ότι μιλάς για εσάς!ναι ναι χαζη!

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