My playlist is telling me a story ;;)

"Once upon a time, there was a tavern
Where we used to raise a glass or two
Remember how we laughed away the hours,
Think of all the great things we would do

Those were the days, my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we'd choose
We'd fight and never lose
For we were young and sure to have our way"

"Because we are your friends
 You'll never be alone again"

 "Then, the busy years went rushing by us
We lost our starry notions on the way
If, by chance, I'd see you in the tavern,
We'd smile at one another and we'd say""

" It's something unpredictable but in the end
It's right I hope you've had the time of your life

So take the photographs and still frames in your mind
Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time
Tattoos and memories and dead skin on trial
 For what it's worth it was worth all the while"

"Just tonight, I stood before the tavern
Nothing seemed the way it used to be
In the glass, I saw a strange reflection
Was that lonely woman really me?"

"I hold an image of the ashtray girl
Of cigarette burns on my chest
I wrote a poem that described her world
And put our friendship to the test
And late at night
Whilst on all fours
She used to watch me kiss the floor
 What's wrong with this picture?"

"Day's dawning, skins crawling
 Pure morning"

"Farewell the ashtray girl
Angelic fruitcake
Beware this troubled world
Control your intake
Goodbye to open sores
Goodbye and furthermore
You know we miss her
 We miss her picture"

"Through the door, there came familiar laughter
I saw your face and heard you call my name
Oh, my friend, we're older but no wiser
For in our hearts, the dreams are still the same"

"A friend in needs a friend indeed,
A friend with weed is better,
A friend with breasts and all the rest,
A friend who's dressed in leather,

A friend in needs a friend indeed,
A friend who'll tease is better ,
Our thoughts compressed,
Which makes us blessed,
 And makes for stormy weather"

"So you face it with a smile
There is no need to cry
For a trifle's more than this

Will you still recall my name
And the month it all began
Will you release me with a kiss

Have I tried to draw the veil
If I have - how could I fail?
Did I fear the consequence

 ... dazed by careless words
 Cosy in my mind"

"We all want to be big stars, but we don't know why and we don't know how
But when everybody loves me, I'm going to be just about as happy as can be
Mr. Jones and me, we're gonna be big stars.."

Cafea de trefla

Prima oara cand am deschis cutia am fost extaziata. Era superba. Micuta, neagra pe interior exact ca si lichidul datator de energie pe care il asimilez in fiecare dimineata cu nesat, mai ceva ca un personaj din Requiemul lui Hubert. Avea si farfuriuta, la fel de neagra, la fel de cocheta.
Am inceput sa o folosesc din prima dimineata. La inceput credeam ca-l am pe Jack, si ea nu este decat un reminder al acestui lucru atunci cand dimineata era inourata de perspectiva unei zile pline de furtuni si tunete. Dar asta a fost la inceput. Cu timpul, l-am pierdut pe Jack, l-am uitat pe fundul ei, inecat in zatul dens al cafelei la ibric. Prinsa in valtoarea diminetii, au trecut luni fara sa o mai folosesc, locul ei fiind luat de catre altele mai mari, mai incapatoare, dar mai seci si fara poveste. Ea devenise istorie, o piesa cocheta de muzeu ce murea incetul cu incetul pe biroul meu.
Nu voiam sa o las sa moara, este speciala, este unica si inca il mai pot invia pe Jack. Trebuia sa-i resuscitez pe amandoi, imi era dor de ei, le simteam lipsa, caldura si sentimentul acela de rasfat pe care mi-l ofereau. O jumatate de ora doar a mea, in care sa-i permit mintii sa alerge pe campia imaginatiei, sau sa analizeze visul din care doar ce ma dezmeticisem si a carui semnificatie ma ocolea. O jumatate de ora cu ea si cu Jack. Acum 40 de minute am umplut-o cu cafea aburinda si m-am delectat cu amandoi. Bunii mei prieteni nu m-au dezamagit, m-au ascultat, ca de obicei, m-au umplut de energie si de sperante. Stiam ca ma pot baza pe ei, chiar daca am fost haina si i-am aruncat in uitare.
Stiu ca sunt egoista si ii folosesc atunci cand moralul meu este divizat cu zero, dar ei nu se supara, dimpotriva, sunt bucurosi ca ma pot ajuta sa stau de vorba cu persoana care ma sperie cel mai mult, cu persoana de care mi-e teama si care ma copleseste, cu mine.
Astazi mi-am baut cafeaua in cescuta mea cu trefla si am vorbit cu mine. Am realizat ca supararile sunt trecatoare, ca oricat de mult ar ploua, conturul argintiu al norului nu va disparea niciodata. Am inteles ca nu e bine sa te eviti, dar nici sa te cufunzi in tine. Le-am promis ca o data pe saptamana ii voi convoca la 30 de minute cu mine, cu noi.
Acum, ea sta mandra pe birou, Jack este liber si eu le spun pe curand.