Atingerea imi ramane aninata...nemiscata...nu te poate gasi sa te atinga...nemiscata...plutind...
El se intreaba ce-ti privesc ochii, spre cine...iar daca sunt inchisi ce vis ii bantuie? Cum se joaca, cum zambesc? Cine ii atinge?
Tacere...
Nemiscare...eu. “
Dar pe EA, dar EA? Cine o priveste si cum? Cum ii e respiratia?
Did I let you down? Maybe...
Did I give you up? No...
or?
But give me something that I believe in, give me something that I will wait...
