Iubirea nu are ani, nu a auzit de Cronos

Ieri am auzit pe o doamna in varsta spunand :

Ma uit la voi, la frumusetea voastra, la tineretea

scanteietoare din ochii vostri si parca nu-mi aduc aminte cand

am fost si eu asa .. nu stiu sa fi fost asa.

Desi m-au intristat vorbele ei, cred ca e si acesta un adevar pe care mai devreme

sau mai tarziu il invatam traindu-l..

este totusi o scapare si cred ca cel mai frumos o descrie

Leonard Cohen :

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin

Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in

Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove

Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the end of love

Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone

Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon

Show me slowly what I only know the limits of

Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on

Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long

We're both of us beneath our love, we're both of us above

Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the children who are asking to be born

Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn

Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn

Dance me to the end of love Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin

Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in

Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove

Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the end of love