"Ciudato, de ce îti slabeste strânsoarea mâinii înclestate adânc în gâtul propriilor decizii, schimbatoare sunt starile pe care le adopti stârnind în tine agitatia mult daunatoare .. Stim amândoi ca esti mai tare de atât, so come on close your beautiful blue eyes, take a long breath and tell me how it feels whacking up early in the morning opening that eyes with passion and feeling that empty bed.. Is so much emptiness around you for the first time, first thing in the morning, first emotion when you realise how it really is to miss something, someone that you used to hate, and you still hate it for so many reasons.. All the reasons in the world are so stacked under the weight of your heart .. (There is a continuing war between two extremes provided by the same unclear whether).
Wake up, wake up.. Wake up !
Why are you so sleepy !?
There is no time to sleep (time is waiting for no man), out there is a new beautiful day, and is crying for your presence, is crying for chances.. Is crying to feel you .
And even if every road is closing at the evening.. You should know that overnight many more are going to rise up just for you.
/In the end.. Just try to realize the fact that you hate me.
(And that, that is just the way it should be.)
//Aminteste-ti ca o floare, o floare întotdeauna prefera petalele în defavoarea frunzelor.. Chiar daca ambele-i sunt necesare.
///Acum spune-mi.. Cum le ucide omul pe pasiuni !?
..Cum le mânjeste în sperante pâna sa le piarda urmele în adâncimile propriei fiinte ?
////By the way remind me.. Who are you again !?"