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Categorie: foreign
When time seems to end
No, this is not another ‘end of the world’. It isn’t that in any way. I’m just bored of the monotony of winter, now, when we are a week away from spring.
In full silence
I hear explosions from down-town
I see soldiers walking by
Wearing hats in green and brown
And a tendency to lie…
Tanks are shooting in the sky
Like they want to kill our God
Without knowing I’m screaming loud
You would never kill mine…
They will never give up
Even though
They’ve already lost the fight!
I told you so!
Why it’s all dark around me? Because, once again, the awful truth that I didn’t want to believe triumphed over me.
That’s not Silent Hill
A început să ningă cu fulgi mari şi negri de cenuşă. Oraşul îşi îmbrăca haina de doliu. Toate cimitirele aşteptau cu porţile deschise, fremătând. Clopotele cântau, parcă, ultima lor melodie. Nu se mai vedea suflare de om, animal sau vis…