joi, 10 iunie 2010

a small note

i ABSOLUTELY love mornings! why is that, you may ask. here is a quick answer:

i love mornings for their freshness [freshness, not coldness] and energy. in the morning i'm more energetic than in the rest of the day. however, i like to use this energy for personal use only. and this personal use can be translated into a cup of coffee, a menthol cigarette, a good-morning song, lucy, and a book. so, i also love mornings for their loneliness and privacy since few people like to be up with the lark. i love mornings for their 'i'm-the-king-of-the-world' feeling, which, by noon, turns out to be an illusion [and here is one good reason to hate noons:D]. i forgot to mention that most of my mornings take place in the balcony, especially in spring and summer:D

what about you? how do YOU feel mornings?



GOOD-MORNING!


and here's a nice good-morning song:

her morning elegance, oren lavie

Sun been down for days
A pretty flower in a vase
A slipper by the fireplace
A cello lying in its case

Soon she's down the stairs
Her morning elegance she wears
The sound of water makes her dream
Awoken by a cloud of steam
She pours a daydream in a cup
A spoon of sugar sweetens up

And She fights for her life
As she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
As it pours
And she fights for her life
As she goes in a store
With a thought she has caught
By a thread
She pays for the bread
And She goes...
Nobody knows

Sun been down for days
A winter melody she plays
The thunder makes her contemplate
She hears a noise behind the gate
Perhaps a letter with a dove
Perhaps a stranger she could love

And She fights for her life
As she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
As it pours
And she fights for her life
As she goes in a store
With a thought she has caught
By a thread
She pays for the bread
And She goes...
Nobody knows

And She fights for her life
As she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
As it pours
And she fights for her life
Where people are pleasantly strange
And counting the change
And She goes...
Nobody knows

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