Manuskripti.

Nights in white satin,
Never reaching the end,
Letters I've written,
Never meaning to send.

Beauty I'd always missed
With these eyes before,
Just what the truth is
I can't say anymore.

'Cause I love you,
Yes, I love you,
Oh, how, I love you.

Gazing at people,
Some hand in hand,
Just what I'm going thru
They can understand.

Some try to tell me
Thoughts they cannot defend,
Just what you want to be
You will be in the end.

Esmu Florida. Ome man tikko ieleja kokteili ar tadu kombo (Martini+rums), ka tagad sezu, dzeru, smaidu ka mulke un klausos Call me maybe.

Vakardien. Vakardien. Pec tam, kad kiniesu laimes cepuma izvilku lapinu ar uzrakstu: "you will be succesfull in your career" sanemu e-pastu no politiskas direktores ar jautajumu vai es butu ieintereseta klut par vinas asistenti.
Labi, ne par ko ieprieks vairs nesapriecajos. Protams, ka aizrakstiju, ka esmu ieintereseta - un ka vel.
Vispar nupat galva man ir vate. Skumji ta teikt, bet varbut, ka man pietruka si alko-kombo-kokteila, lai varetu sakt nedomat.
Gruti nedomat.
No manas domasanas jau ari nevienam vieglak kaut ka nepaliek. Neviens berns afrika nav pabarots un dzordztauna ari neesmu vel kaut ka iestajusies. Savu bernu ari neesmu piedzemdejusi, bet labi - man ir tikai 21, kaut ari si noteikti nav mana pirma dzive. viss pasaules vecums ir mani.
Nemaku but jauna. Gribu tikai macet milet pa istam.