luni, 11 iunie 2018

I'm Not a Saint


Well I've had one too many cigarettes burning up my lungs 
Had the taste of one too many lips hanging of my tongue, 
oh, oh, oh, oh 
Sunday morning getting high, drinking here alone 
Thinking up a brand new alibi for not coming home, 
oh, oh, oh, oh 
And I'm sorry I say "Fuck" so much 

 I'm not a saint, but I could be if I try 
Lord knows I've got habits to break
 I'm really good at being good at goodbyes 
I'm gonna give you fair warning that I 
I'm not a saint, but I could be if I try 
Lord knows I don't learn from mistakes 
And I'm not here unless I'm here by your side 
I'm not a saint, but I could be if I 

Sober up and settle down, give a little talk 
'Bout how I can't keep from runnin' 'round 
Say it's not your fault, 
oh, oh, oh, oh 
And I'm sorry I lie so much 

I'm not a saint, but I could be if I try 
Lord knows I've got habits to break 
I'm really good at being good at goodbyes 
I'm gonna give you fair warning that I 
I'm not a saint, but I could be if I try 
Lord knows I don't learn from mistakes 
And I'm not here unless I'm here by your side 
I'm not a saint, but I could be if I try

marți, 5 iunie 2018


“As soon as we put something into words, we devalue it in a strange way. We think we have plunged into the depths of the abyss, and when we return to the surface the drop of water on our pale fingertips no longer resembles the sea from which it comes. We delude ourselves that we have discovered a wonderful treasure trove, and when we return to the light of day we find that we have brought back only false stones and shards of glass; and yet the treasure goes on glimmering in the dark, unaltered.”
- Maurice Maeterlinck (The Treasure of the humble) -
 Source: BaxiaArt

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