No words could explain, no actions determine....

Joy Division - The Eternal 

Procession moves on, the shouting is over,
Praise to the glory of loved ones now gone.
Talking aloud as they sit round their tables,
Scattering flowers washed down by the rain.
Stood by the gate at the foot of the garden,
Watching them pass like clouds in the sky,
Try to cry out in the heat of the moment,
Possessed by a fury that burns from inside.

Cry like a child, though these years make me older,
With children my time is so wastefully spent,
A burden to keep, though their inner communion,
Accept like a curse an unlucky deal.
Played by the gate at the foot of the garden,
My view stretches out from the fence to the wall,
No words could explain, no actions determine,
Just watching the trees and the leaves as they fall.

Δεν θελω να σχολιασω ...Δεν θελω να πω κατι στομφωδες για να σας εντυπωσιασω.
Μονο πως ..καποιες φορες...στιγμες πολυ δυνατες για ορισμενους γινονται πεδια θεατρικων παραστασεων για καποιους αλλους....Θλιβερο οντως.....
Η ουσια ειναι να κλαις οταν το ΝΟΙΩΘΕΙΣ ...
Να γελας οταν το ΝΟΙΩΘΕΙΣ..
Να μιλας οταν εχεις κατι να πεις..οχι για να πεις κατι........................
Η ουσια ειναι ....πως δεν εχει ουσια οτιδηποτε γινεται χωρις ουσια.....................................αυτα...ΤΠΤ ΑΛΛΟ............

Υ.Γ. Καταπληκτικο το κομματι πρεπει να το παραδεχτειτε......................