About being perfect

Noboby is perfect. And yet we are looking for perfection. This desire follows us every day, it’s part of ourselves. We like to think we’ll find it eventually… We are exhausting, wrinkles appears, we are increasing our years and decreasing our height, but nevertheless we are not giving up, we keep going to find perfection…

We look around us and we judge. We are judging ourselves and we always come up to the conclusion that no one deserves the supreme statute of being perfect. But we mind the essential. We cannot judge anybody, for that we all make mistakes, and life puts us many times in front of facts telling us how far from perfection we are. We all make mistakes, more or less. And that helps us knowing ourselves better, and yes, getting even closer to people. Look around and you'll hear us talking how mean is Violet’s boss, how unfaithful Aurel is, how the house painter missed the color, how that blond business woman didn’t give enough tip, how fake is Andreea Marin, how grandma lives the present only through memories. How about you? I am sure you are at least as less perfect as I am. Why am I saying that? Because I know you cannot be perfect. I even don’t want you to be because otherwise I won’t won't feel good near you, as I'd be vulnerable and I wouldn’t find the comfort talking while having a glass of wine. I wouldn’t feet in your life. Could it be possible that the ones who think they are perfect isolate from society out of fear of being misunderstood? Where are they hiding? I wish to find them and yell at their faces they are as less perfect in their perfection as everybody else. Most probable I will never find them or perhaps they are everywhere around me wearing the mask of the less perfect ones thinking to themselves this is the way of finding perfection. Does this mean I should be the one to refugeate in her own world of less perfection human beings letting lived by it? Yet I won’t do that, I will go out there and I will make a fool of myself, I will swear and I will get drunk and I will show you how great it is to be less perfect. I will go to the linguists and I will ask them what is the meaning of the term more than perfect? We build words, even more we talk words. I would say just leave the facts do the talking of how far from perfect we are.

Let’s better think of how to bring a smile on a child face, how to tell a good word to our friend in need, how to show our loved ones a touch can heal, how to thank our moms they brought us here, how can we ease the day for that old lady staying in the corner with a bucket of flowers, or how to smell the nature while it breath us life. People can live with little but yet they are looking for too many things… And sadder is they know what feeds them is not looking for the absolute, but that small gesture brought by the dear one when all its being is looking for the warm of a SOUL…

No one is perfect. I am not perfect. I am an human being, for heaven’s sake. And I want to live in a less perfect world, trying to make my live worth leaving.

You and me

thought by thought, day by night, word by word

Mad about you

Hooverphonic - Mad about you

Feel the vibe, feel the terror, feel the pain
Its driving me insane
I cant fake
For God sakes why am i
Driving in the wrong lane
Trouble is my middle name
But in the end Im not too bad
Can someone tell me if its wrong to be so mad about you

Mad about you
Mad

Are you the fishy wine that will give me
A headache in the morning
Or just a dark blue land mine
Thatll explode without a decent warning
Give me all your true hate
And Ill translate it in our bed
Into never seen passion, never seen passion
That it why I am so mad about you
Mad about you
Mad about you
Mad
Trouble is your middle name
But in the end youre not too bad
Can someone tell me if its wrong to be
So mad about you

Mad about you
Mad

Give me all your true hate
And Ill translate it in your bed
Into never seen passion
That is why I am so mad about you
Mad about you

Close my eyes forever

Ozzy Osbourne - Close My Eyes Forever

Baby i get so scared inside and i don't really understand
is it love that is on my mind or is it fantasy
Heaven, is in the palm of my hand and its waiting here for you
what am i supposed to do with a child of prejudy

If i close my eyes forever
would it all remain unchanged
if i close my eyes forever
would it all remain the same

Sometimes its hard to hold on so hard to hold on to all my
dreams
its not always what it seems when your face to face to me
like a dagger you stick me in the heart or taste the blood from
my blade
and when we're asleep would you shelter me in your warm and dark
grave

If i close my eyes forever
would it all remain unchanged
if i close my eyes forever
would it all remain the same

Will you ever take me
no i just can't take the pain
would you ever trust me
no i'll never feel the same

I know i've been so hard on you
i know i've told you lies
if i could have just one more wish
i would wipe the cobwebs from my eyes

If i close my eyes forever
would it all remain unchanged
if i close my eyes forever
would it all remain the same

Close your eyes
Close your eyes
you gotta close your eyes for me...

Looking too deep into the past can damage your future

dedicated to the other half of my soul