Mums būs mazs rūtains pārklājs, ko uzklāt uz zemes un grozs pilns ar gardumiem. Kaut kur fonā skanēs viegls roks un mūsu mīļākās dziesmas, un dziedāsi Tu, jo tā būs skaistāk (un tā mēs neaizbiedēsim nabaga putnus, kas čivinās tepat pie auss). Rīgas centrs, Pļavnieki vai galīgi lauki, vienalga, tur būsim mēs un es Tevi mīlēšu ar katru elpas vilcienu un katru zemenes kumosu.


Monday, September 27, 2010

# 26 don't cry

Jo dzīvē viss ir savādāk un  nekas nav mainījies. Nogurums. Rīt Jums pastāstīšu kaut ko jauku. 


" I read somewhere that if you think you're going to cry, you can recite the color of things to make it stop. green tree. red windmill. blue sky. blue jeans. blue eyes. i wanted to tell him. i wanted to tell him all of it, but that was crazy, wasn't it? i mean, i just met him. so what did i do? i asked him to tell me something. the amazing thing was that he did and when he looked at me, i felt not the rush of yesterday, when it seemed like the whole world was awake and alive and singing, but something else. something big and profound and bottomless. something that answered another question, one that i wasn't even aware that i had asked. standing there next to an overgrown mini-golf course in the middle of the woods in North Carolina, i heard an answer. and that answer was yes."
"Scrambled Eggs At Midnight" by Brad Barkley and Heather Hepler.


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