seara cand ne-am jucat de-a adultii

M-am dat pe anime ost & Jrock, and I'm sitting here like a balegutza, letting shivers run down my spine.

It's weird how these songs can remind me of things that never happened, but could have. That's not quite right. Of small things that happened repetitively, until they stopped being things and turned into a general atmosphere. Like waking up before dawn and finding my grandad drinking his coffee with my mum. Like not being able to say "r". And going to the park. And losing every goddamn plushie I ever had there. Heh.

Festivalul fu si trecu. Si ma lasa cu sentimente mixate, so to speak.



A fost un moment ca un fluture. Colorat si vesel, care a batut mult prea repede din aripi dar a lasat, macar pentru un moment, lumea mirosind a polen si a ploaie. Si a foccacia feta.

Tane Tomoko - Let me hear (Strings version)
Yoriko - Daia no hana

De fapt, despre altceva voiam sa aberez aici. Dar ma simt incapabila. Poate pozele (cand si daca or sa apara vreodata si pe ulita lemmingeasca) or sa descrie mai corect ce am facut/simtit in seara de 26 mai. Cand toti colegii mei de munca asiduu..ua party-uiau la Motoare, si pe urma in Utopia, eu ma dantuiam la CMA. Si imi amintesc ca eram amandoi frumosi, ca radeam mult, ca beam putin si fumam pe furis. Ca ne invarteam pe acolo ca un titirez kaki-cu-negru si cu varful rosu (heh, carrot-top), ca ameteam si gaseam siguranta in curba umarului cu gatul, ca era lumina si muzica si ca ne tot roteam.

I felt safe. And loved, needless to say. Accepted, in a deeper way, somehow confirmed, as person. Or at least as persona. And I felt very... expected. Baka, I can't find my words. I felt as if everyone expected it to be that way, that we're here, at this moment in time, and no one expects us to be anywhere else. This feels good.