Song of the day – May 20, 2013

Bine v-am gasit dragilor dupa un weekend foarte relaxant, productiv si frumos. Sambata am fost la primul concurs de pescuit din viata mea cu Pescar Club 21, asociatia din care fac parte. Am intalnit acolo super oameni si m-am simit foarte misto intre ei. Sper sa particip la mai multe iesiri cu ei de-acum inainte. Concursul a fost la undita, pe balta “La motoare” de pe Valea Argovei. Foarte misto balta dar pestele cred ca se uita la Suleyman ca nu a vrut sa ne viziteze. Din 32 de concurenti 16 nu au prins nimic iar Locul 1 a prin 3 kg din care un ciortan de 1.6 kg care i-a furat undita din suport si a plimbat-o pana pe malul celalalt. Pana la urma s-a intervenit cu barca si s-a recuperat atat batul cat si pestele :). Am reusit sa iau mentiune (spre surprinderea mea) clasandu-ma pe locul 5. Am pus si cateva poze:

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Duminica seara am fost la un fotbal…si ce bine a fost. Se cunoaste ca am inceput sa joc constant…rezist acum o ora fara probleme :). Una peste alta, cum am spus la inceput a fost un weekend foarte relaxant. Sper si saptamana asta sa fie la fel, la munca incep sa se linisteasca lucrurile. Am chef de scris, trebuie sa scriu poezia de luna asta dar inca nu am idee despre ce o voi scrie. Plus ca m-am apucat din nou sa scriu la carte dupa ce am regandit-o putin. Gata…v-am plicitisit destul…ma intorc la citatul si piesa zilei de azi.

Citatul zilei…deja nu mai stiu ce am scris si ce nu…sper ca nu l-am mai pus:

When writing the story of your life don’t let anyone else hold the pen.

Piesa zilei de azi am auzit-o de curand…si mi-am spus ca trebuie sa-si faca loc in aceasta sectiune a blogului. Brett Dennen – Ain’t No Reason (foarte puternice versurile)

Brett Dennen – Ain’t No Reason

There ain’t no reason things are this way. It’s how they always been and they intend to stay. I can’t explain why we live this way, we do it everyday.

Preachers on the podium speakin’ to saints.. Prophet on the sidewalk beggin’ for change, Old ladies laughing from the fire escape, cursing my name. I got a basket full of lemons and they all taste the same, A window and a pigeon with a broken wing, You can spend your whole life workin’ for something Just to have it taken away. People walk around pushin back their debts. Wearing pay checks like necklaces and bracelets, Talking ‘bout nothing, not thinking ‘bout death, Every little heartbeat, every little breath. People walk a tight rope on a razors edge Carrying their hurt and hatred and weapons. It could be a bomb or a bullet or a pen Or a thought or a word or a sentence.

There Ain’t no reason things are this way. It’s how they always been and they intend to stay I don’t know why I say the things I say, but I say them anyway. But love will come set me free Love will come set me free, I do believe Love will come set me free, I know it will Love will come set me free, yes.

Prison walls still standing tall, Some things never change at all. Keep on buildin’ prisons, gonna fill them all, Keep on buildin’ bombs, gonna drop them all. Working your fingers bare to the bone, Breakin’ your back make you sell your soul, Like a lung that’s filled with coal suffocating slow. The wind blows wild and I may move, The politicians lie and I am not fooled. You don’t need no reason or a three piece suit to argue the truth. The air on my skin and the world under my toes, Slavery stitched into the fabric of my clothes, Chaos and commotion wherever I go, love I try to follow.

Love will come set me free Love will come set me free, I do believe Love will come set me free, I know it will Love will come set me free, yes.

There ain’t no reason things are this way It’s how they always been and they intend to stay I can’t explain why we live this way, we do it everyday.