ketcha`s mind

nedjelja, 04.06.2006.

[ Sting..part3]

He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesnt play for the money he wins
He doesnt play for the respect
He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But thats not the shape of my heart

He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But thats not the shape of my heart
Thats not the shape, the shape of my heart

And if I told you that I loved you
Youd maybe think theres something wrong
Im not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
Those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who smile are lost

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But thats not the shape of my heart
Thats not the shape of my heart


Ove riječi posvećujem našem Velikom, s nadom da ga je život nećemu poučio! Rekao bi ti sad jedan mudrac ( moj stari naravno) da ljubav dođe i prođe a mi ostajemo! Zato je lijepo u životu biti malo zaluđen ljubavlju, misliti na nju/ega, maštati..al kad shvatiš da taj isti ne poklanja istu tu pažnju..okreneš se i odeš! A u srcu ti ostaju svi tvoji trenuci, trenuci s kojima si bio sretan s njom/im. ZAto i tebi sad treperi srce kad se sjetiš nekih ludosti iz mladosti!!!!

I meni treperi kad se sjetim, al trenutak nakon već znam..realnost je drugačija jer on nije kraj mene, neko drugi dijeli sada moje "rane"!