A devenit obisnuita deja sa intarzii cu postarile. Da’ nu-i asa ca ma iertati? :D. Las’ ca se termina el Aprilie si o sa fie mai lejera treaba pe la birou, sa vezi dupa aia postari fara numar, fara numar. Acum cateva saptamani ma plangeam ca nu mai vine odata primavara…na ca a venit vara direct. Sa ma satur :)! Oricum e mai bine decat frig si ploaie. In asteptarea Sf. Gratar de 1 Mai si a Preacuviincioasei Berici, precum si din lipsa evidenta a timpului de taclale o sa sar direct catre citatul zilei de azi:
*“There is no real ending. It’s just the place where you stop the story.” (*Frank Herbert)
Va las pe voi sa trageti concluzii daca e sau nu e asa si ma indrept repejor catre piesa zilei de azi. Mi-a venit ieri in cap deodata, fara sa o ascult undeva anume. Si a ramas acolo, si la dus si in timpul meciului si in timp ce am gatit niste paste. Nelly Furtado – All Good Things (Come to an End). Bucurati-va de Aprilie in timp ce il asteptati pe Mai! 
Nelly Furtado – All Good Things (Come To An End)
Honestly what will become of me don’t like reality It’s way too clear to me But really life is dandy We are what we don’t see Missed everything daydreaming
[Chorus:] Flames to dust Lovers to friends Why do all good things come to an end Flames to dust Lovers to friends Why do all good things come to an end come to an end come to an Why do all good things come to end? come to an end come to an Why do all good things come to an end?
Traveling I only stop at exits Wondering if I’ll stay Young and restless Living this way I stress less I want to pull away when the dream dies The pain sets in and I don’t cry I only feel gravity and I wonder why
Flames to dust Lovers to friends Why do all good things come to an end Flames to dust Lovers to friends Why do all good things come to an end come to an end come to an Why do all good things come to end? come to an end come to an Why do all good things come to an end?
Well the dogs were whistling a new tune Barking at the new moon Hoping it would come soon so that they could Dogs were whistling a new tune Barking at the new moon Hoping it would come soon so that they could Die die die die die
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Well the dogs were barking at a new moon Whistling a new tune Hoping it would come soon And the sun was wondering if it should stay away for a day ’til the feeling went away And the sky was falling on the clouds were dropping and the rain forgot how to bring salvation the dogs were barking at the new moon Whistling a new tune Hoping it would come soon so that they could die.