Every strangers eyes

Pulsează sîngele și îi simt căderile ritmice, în timp ce stau așa, liniștit, obosit, întins cu mâinile pe litere și cu capul pe mâini, scriind în timp ce dorm și dormind în timp ce scriu, cu iluziile prinse înăuntru, în spatele pleoapelor, în spatele retinei, pe întuneric, pe versurile lui Roger Waters… it all makes perfect sense, aand maybe everything is a dream and the colours are fading as I fall asleep… in my dream I dream of another dream until I dream too much.

In truck stops and hamburger joints
In Cadillac limousines
In the company of has-beens
In bent-backs
In sleeping forms on pavement steps

In libraries and railway stations
In books and banks
In the pages of history
In suicidal cavalry attacks

I recognize
Myself in every stranger’s eyes

And in wheelchairs by monuments
Under tube trains in commuter accidents
In council care and countercourts
At Easter fairs in sea-side resorts

In drawing rooms and city morgues
In award winning photographs
Of life rafts in the China seas
In transit camps, under arc lamps
On loading ramps
In faces blurred by rubber stamps

I recognize
Myself in every stranger’s eyes

And now from where I stand
Upon this hill, I plundered from the pool
I look around, I search the skies
I shade my eyes, so nearly blind

And I see signs of half remembered days
I hear bells that chime in strange familiar ways
I recognize
The hope you kindle in your eyes

It’s oh so easy now
As we lie here in the dark
Nothing interferes, it’s obvious
How to beat the tears
That threaten to snuff out
The spark of our love

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16 februarie 2009 / 1:15
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