"There’s actually no such thing as an adult. That word is a placeholder. We never grow up. We’re not supposed to. We’re born and that’s it. We get bigger. We live through great storms. We get soaked to the bone. We realize we’re waterproof. We strive for calm. We discover what makes us feel good. We do those things over and over. We learn what doesn’t feel good. We avoid those things at all cost. Sometimes we come together: huge groups in agreement. Sometimes we clap and dance. Sometimes we look like a migration of birds. We need to remind ourselves—each other—that we’re mere breaths. But, and this is important, sometimes we can be magnificent, to one person, even for a short time, like the perfect touch—the first time you see the ocean from the middle. Like every time you see the low, full moon. We keep on eating: chewing, pretending we know what’s going on. The secret is that we don’t. We don’t, and don’t, and don’t. Each day we’re infants: plucking flower petals, full of wonder." —micahling.com, from “Bon Iver: Holocene,” published in Hobart
Mονο ο χρονος μπορει να δειξει τελικα...θα ειναι αρκετη η αγαπη μας? Εχουμε παλεψει τοσες φορες...εχουμε νικησει τα ανικητα!! Αυτη τη φορα...?? Θα ειναι αρκετη....?? Το μονο που ξερω ειναι οτι εγω δεν θα σταματησω να προσπαθω!!!
Και έρχεται η μέρα, που καταλαβαίνεις ότι όλοι γύρω σου είναι προβλέψιμοι...... Τόσο που πια δε σε ενδιαφέρει να ασχοληθείς με ΚΑΝΕΝΑΝ..... και θέλεις απλά την ΗΣΥΧΙΑ σου...
I can see you walking I can hear you talking but in the end alone again
Far from the edge I'm going Im holding my last breath So many left turned sad If you could only see me I'm dying in your hands You'll never understand...
Alive or death can not find me the answer I beg
I can see you walking I can hear you talking but in the end alone again With my eyes of fire Burning my desire but in the end alone again
Far from the edge Im holding my last breath I feel so close to dead If you could only hear me I'm crying my ears dead I'm dying... Feel my head
I can see you walking I can hear you talking but in the end alone again With my eyes of fire Burning my desire but in the end alone again
I can see you walking I can hear you talking but in the end alone again With my eyes of fire Burning my desire and in the end alone again