As a little girl I thought of blue butterflies and pink roses, the time has passed fast, mostly without me noticing it and the butterflies transformed into nymphs that haven't yet undergone the final metamorphosis. In the end, the result will be an adult with lost childhood dreams, a bitter-sweet taste for everything past and an inclination for white tulips and red poppies.[photo: www.brushpaintingcircle.com/greeting_cards/02_Singles/blue_butterfly.jpg]
4 comments:
si poate se vor transforma la loc, intr-o anumita perioada:D
mey, dar cei cu tine asa... sincera pe net chiar. Suntem o generatie fara copilarie, dar intreaba-te, cei dupa noi ce vor avea?
Nimic...din pacate...
"Fumbling his confidence
And wond'ring why the world has passed him by
Hoping that he's meant for more than arguments
And failed attempts to fly
Maybe we've been livin' with our eyes half open
Maybe we're bent and broken
We want more than this world's got to offer
We want more than the wars of our fathers
And everything inside screams for second life
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside"
("Meant To Live" - Switchfoot)
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