Poze vechi si semnificatii (II)

In 2005, dupa examenul de bacalaureat, am mers la Pitesti impreuna cu acelasi Victor la un prieten de-al lui de pe mIRC. Cred ca ii ziceam Osama sau ceva de genul asta, insa sigur imi amintesc de cei 6-8 km strabatuti atunci printr-o padure de langa Pitesti, de timpul noros, dar si de ziua cu soare. Nu pot uita nici mancarea bunicii gazdei noastre, si nici cainele care nu ne lasa sa dormim. Am jucat sah, am baut bere la 2 litri si ne-am distrat. Despre Pitesti? Pot spune ca e plin de tasnitori si de farmacii (dar unde nu sunt farmacii?). Poza e facuta tot de aparatul meu, insa provine din acelasi vechi calculator al lui Victor.

Astazi melodia care insoteste amintirile, apartine lui Elvis Presley si se numeste Memories…

Elvis Presley – Memories
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Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind
Memories, sweetened through the ages just like wine

Quiet thoughts come floating down
And settle softly to the ground
Like golden autumn leaves around my feet
I touched them and they burst apart with sweet memories,
Sweet memories

Of holding hands and red bouquets
And twilights trimmed in purple haze
And laughing eyes and simple ways
And quiet nights and gentle days with you

Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind
Memories, sweetened through the ages just like wine,
Memories, memories,

Of holding hands and red bouquets
And twilights trimmed in purple haze
And laughing eyes and simple ways
And quiet nights and gentle days with you

Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind
Memories, sweetened through the ages just like wine
Memories, memories, sweet memories, memories…