Goba
25 September 2008 @ 08:30 am
glaazi piena katru dienu  
Amsterdamas apskate shoreiz bija sasssodiiti iisa, jo piemetaas diivains krenkjis veederam. fui. bet pilseeta mani iedvesmo.
eindhovenas lidostaa gan shkjita esam bardacinjsh, ne liels, bet nu taads- ne velna nesapratiisi uz kuru geitu tev jaavelk peecpuse, lai tiktu taalaak.
esmu apakal Stokholmijaa. shoriit mazais druags kliegdams gaaja uz daarzinju ar tekstu-Agnese paliks sheit, Agnese nedriikst iet prom! jopcik, sajuuta ne taa labaakaa,ka siiciitim taadi paardziivojumi.
shodien sajuuta labaaka nekaa amsterdamaa. taalakajaam dienaam paredzeeti gaajieni uz kjiniiti, kjiinieshu restoraaniju, bliezieni apkaart pa pilseetu. un plaaninju kalshana.
dienas eedienkartes galvenaa sastaavdalja-vismaz viens litrs piena.
 
 
Goba
25 September 2008 @ 11:08 am
 
Walking up the hill tonight and you have closed your eyes
I wish I didn't have to make those mistakes and be wise
Please try to be patient and know that I'm still learning
I'm sorry that you have to see the strength inside me burning
Where are you my angel now don't you see me crying?
And I know that you can't do it all but you can't say I'm not trying
I'm on my knees in front of him but he doesn't seem to see me
But all his troubles on his minds, he's looking right through me
And I'm letting myself down. beside you this fire in you
And I wish that you could see that half my troubles too

Looking at you sleeping, I'm with the man I love
I'm still here weeping while the hours pass so slow
And I know that in the morning I'll have to let you go
And you'll be just a man once I used to know
And for these past few days someone I don't recognise
This isn't all my fault, when will you realise

Looking at you leaving, I'm looking for a sign.