L’amour est un oiseau rebelle
Que nul ne peut apprivoiser,
Et c’est bien en vain qu’on l’appelle
S’il lui convient de refuser.
Rien n’y fait menace ou prière,
L’un parle bien, l’autre se tait,
Et c’est l’autre que je préfère,
Il n’a rien dit mais il me plaît.
L’amour est enfant de Bohème,
Il n’a jamais jamais connu de loi,
Si tu ne m’aimes pas je t’aime,
Si je t’aime prends garde à toi.
L’amour que tu croyais surprendre
Battit de l’aile et s’envola,
L’amour est loin, tu peux l’attendre,
Tu ne l’attends plus, il est là.
Tout autour de toi, vite, vite,
Il vient, s’en va, puis il revient,
Tu crois le tenir, il t’évite,
Tu crois l’éviter, il te tient.
Am lasat postul asta sa lancezeasca vreo 5 luni. Nu o sa comentez asupra incidentului, sau precedentului ca aceastea au fost cele mai prolifice 5 luni din ultimii 4 ani pe putin. Si cele mai grele. Dar cum spuneam recent, the point is not to wait for the storm to pass, but to learn to dance in the rain. Si asta am facut, chiar daca am renuntat sa vad Sarmisul anul asta. Stiu ca acolo sus e soare. Si ca e trist si nedrept ca anul asta a plouat chiar si acolo. Si mi-a parut rau ca am ramas, si mi-a parut bine in acelasi timp…..fiindca al naibii sa fiu daca dansatul asta in ploaie nu ma defineste mai bine decat orice amanare. Dar despre amanari, o sa mai vorbim curand.
I left this post to linger around for about five months. I will not further comment on the incident, or the precedent that these were the most prolific 5 months in the last 4 years, at least. And the hardest and most difficult 5 months. But as I said recently, the point is not to wait for the storm to pass, but to learn to dance in the rain. And that’s what I did, even if I gave up seeing the Dacian citadels this year. I know it’s sunny up there. And it’s sad and unfair that this year it rained even there. And I was sorry I did not go, and I felt good at the same time ….. because I’ll be damned if dancing in the rain does not define me better than any postponement. And there’s more to come about postponements.
And by the way, it’s raining; like in Bremen and like in Paris…..like in any place I happen to be happy for a while.
And I’ll leave the lines from Carmen to linger around pointlessly on this blog forever. Because I need a reminder…… of what love is and shouldn’t be, if there’s such a thing as love at all (ok, I know I’m exaggerating now…. a bit 
). And to take Mada’s words out of context, and use them as a conclusion to my blog……..”apai dak nu sunt centrul atentiei, eu ma duc acasa, duceti-va in p**a mea!” – http://freshphdstudent.wordpress.com/ – thank you Mada, for reminding me I have a blog )
