Desire knows no bounds
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Desire knows no bounds |
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Wednesday, November 9, 2005
اين بار که رفته بودم شهر کتاب
دوباره همون پسر جوونه که معتقد بود من از اوناييم که بايد خوشبختی م رو به چنگ بيارم، شروع کرد حال و احوال بعد گفت منتظر بودم بيای اين ورا تا بگم بری يه آهنگی رو گوش بدی حتمن يا متنشو بخونی لااقل گفت نمی دونم چرا اين آهنگه منو ياد تو ميندازه گفتم چطور؟ گفت نمی دونم، برو بخونش تا بفهمی مطمئنم خودت می فهمی چی می گم بعد امروز که منو ديد وقتی حسمو بهش گفتم خنديد گفت مطمئن بودم همين حرفو خواهی زد کم هستن آدمايی که اين حس رو تجربه کرده باشن ... با توجه به اين که تقريبن منو نمی شناسه جز در حد سه چار تا ديالوگ کوتاه و وبلاگی هم نيست در ضمن جالبه برام که اين مدلی در مورد من فکر می کنه کامنتاش مدل خاص خودشن The Day Before You Came Must have left my house at eight, because I always do My train, I’m certain, left the station just when it was due I must have read the morning paper going into town And having gotten through the editorial, no doubt I must have frowned I must have made my desk around a quarter after nine With letters to be read, and heaps of papers waiting to be signed I must have gone to lunch at half past twelve or so The usual place, the usual bunch And still on top of this I’m pretty sure it must have rained The day before you came ... I must have lit my seventh cigarette at half past two And at the time I never even noticed I was blue I must have kept on dragging through the business of the day Without really knowing anything, I hid a part of me away At five I must have left, there’s no exception to the rule A matter of routine, I’ve done it ever since I finished school The train back home again Undoubtedly I must have read the evening paper then Oh yes, I’m sure my life was well within it’s usual frame The day before you came ... Must have opened my front door at eight o’clock or so And stopped along the way to buy some chinese food to go I’m sure I had my dinner watching something on tv There’s not, I think, a single episode of dallas that I didn’t see I must have gone to bed around a quarter after ten I need a lot of sleep, and so I like to be in bed by then I must have read a while The latest one by marilyn french or something in that style It’s funny, but I had no sense of living without aim The day before you came ... And turning out the light I must have yawned and cuddled up for yet another night And rattling on the roof I must have heard the sound of rain The day before you came . ABBA
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