Πέμπτη 19 Απριλίου 2012

It's kind of a ritual...




Famous Blue Raincoat - Leonard Cohen




It's not 4 in the morning, it's not the end of December...even if it feels like...I'm not in New York, but I like where I'm living...and I'm kind of writing to you, even if I know you will never read it, even if I know that I would never show you... 
it's just raining all day...and I put it on when it rains! it's kind of a ritual...

I hear that you're abandoning your little house, setting on fire all the things that we had built together..and you will never go clear!
I know you're keeping all sorts of records..any kind, any type, any singer, any reminder of your old loves and secrets shared in small appartements, in big hearts, in large nights...

nobody came by to tell me your news...only a drop of feelings...

the last time I saw you, you didn't look...you didn't turn your head to the sun so I would have seen for the ultimate time your face structure and take a mental picture of you so to keep it deep- deep in my mind...in my heart...I will never go clear...that scene will always haunt me...
Since then I am to the station I meet every train, every plane that can take me away from my thoughts, away from my past, away from your memories, away from us...
and I come back,  I'm nobody's wife...not even mine!
Enemies never sleep, they are resting in your head until the great wake-up.

My killer...
I send you my regards
I can't say I miss you...it's like I have never gone away.
I guess I forgive you ... I'm glad you stood in my way.

Sincerely... 
                        Come back.-