Maybe it's weak about me, but when I go for a concert, especially a rock one (rarely, but I do) I just stand in the crowd and wish a fine guy was with me. To share the emotions, to smile knowingly. To fullfil movements, to see brightness in each other's eyes. And lights from stage to lick our faces, power of sound to kick our bodies, rythm to burn our hands.
Not a guy to exchange opinions with. Not to:
- Well, it wasn't a waste of time, was it?
- No, I guess no.
- Good concert.
- Definitely.
- I liked the drumer.
- He' s fine, but frontman was the best...
Not a guy to drive me safely home.
Not a guy to walk back with in the steady rhythm of steps.
A guy with feelings...for me. And me...fascinated by him.
Ok, night is over.
How beautiful is this world
Just black and white spots
I'm sitting here some time already, I like to know a lot
Nothing really moves me
Zazdroszczę Comy, chociaż sama chyba nie mogłabym pójść- za dużo przeszłości w tym. Podoba mi się nowy awatar na laście. I tło na blogu.
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