Parking Lot

“Love is not enough
For me to be with you.
Maybe you will laugh
At me – but it is true…
I love you with all
My heart and soul – so what?
That makes an evening call
Or tears in parking lot,
But nothing more than that
If you are not the one
For you… hey, what’s the mat–
My dear, what have you done?”

“Just kissed you!”

“What for?”

“To make you understand:
I love you even more
Than you could ever stand.
So, if you are not
Now too much cross at me,
Let’s drive to the parking lot –
I’ll make you see:
It’s not for letting tears
Run and pour down your face,
It’s for me to kiss you, dear,
Hold in embrace,
Whisper, sweet and low,
That I’ll meet you next day…
But never let you go and never drive away!”

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My fave Lana del Rey in “Burning Desire”

Cathy

Image taken from Stereogum

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To My Dream Outfit (Don’t Be Jealous – I Just Love It!)

Glasses, lips and shoes –
Red is all I choose.
You are of no use
Anymore.
Yellow coat embrace.
Laugh into your face.
My heart lacks your space.
Close the door.

Forgive me, I am getting savage,
This passion’s more than I can manage,
My heart belongs to this new outfit.
Don’t be jealous – I just love it!

There is no green light
Switching on tonight,
You have got it right –
Go away.
I’ll wear these dear things,
So happy I can sing.
Yellow and red wings
Have grown today…

Forgive me, I am getting savage,
This passion’s more than I can manage,
My heart belongs to this new outfit.
Don’t be jealous – I just love it!

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Cathy

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Love Always Wins

Give me your word though it means nothing more
Than eavesdroppers do for a locked iron door.
I’ll have at least something to scold you for
When you break your promise – and we start the war
Of betrayed lovers, both of whom are wrong
And whose hatred for the moment is strong,
But we will both realise before long –
Love always wins. Well, at least in this song.

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Cathy

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Love Stop

Stop to love me,
But don’t stop loving,
See the difference,
See the pain.
Stop to love me,
But don’t stop loving,
Don’t let me stiffen,
Break the chain.

Stop to love me,
But don’t stop loving.
I know you’ve never
Learnt grammar rules.
Stop to love me,
But don’t stop loving.
Be forever
No more than you.

Cathy

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Ten Facts About You and Me

We imagine things. Our smiles and tears do not depend on what really happens – they depend on what we think about it.

We do not like doing something when somebody else tells us to do it. Without obligation, it’s much more fun.

We are never ever sure how somebody else feels about us – and therefore are shy to reveal our own feelings, missing a great chance.

We listen to music even when we do not hear it – our fan memory works better than headphones.

We watch Titanic all alone, just not to confess that we also cry every time Jack dies.

We hate wearing glasses until we remember that Harry Potter also did wear them.

We have rehearsed our potential Oscar-receiving speech at least once in a lifetime (if you haven’t, it means you just don’t remember it).

We would love to switch our phones off so that nobody disturbs us, but we still have a mini heart attack every time we forget our phone at home.

We are unique time managers, complaining about not having enough time and wasting time.

We want to be perfect, but we are just people.

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Cathy

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Without Umbrella

Yes, sure, I left your home without umbrella,
According to the rules of story-tellers.
My first kiss – the blue lips of late October,
Not yours, thanks God. I’m cured of you. I’m sober.

I’m running free of you, free of deceivers,
Risking to catch a cold and have a fever,
All soaking wet to skin and bones, and trembling.
At least you’re being washed off me, sad ending.

The passers-by are feeling deeply sorry
For me, the girl whose eyes seems strangely worried.
In fact, I am excited to begin it –
A new life where you are no more the limit.

You’ll stick it in the thrash-bin – my umbrella,
According to the rules of story-tellers.
I’m drinking from the lips of late October,
I’ve never tasted yours, thanks God. I’m sober.

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By me

Cathy

On My Favourite Books and Mr. Darcy

Read Pride and Prejudice. Now I’ve got my third favourite novel along with Wuthering Heights and The Thorn Birds. I cannot decide which one of them I prefer over the other.

Pride and Prejudice – my ideal romance and marriage mixed with charming humour.

Wuthering Heights – violent, crazy love of heroes raised out of hell, surrounded by wild nature and some Gothic motives of magical influence.

The Thorn Birds – contradiction of need and moral principles, duty and affection, religion and love.

I shall never forget that my perfect man is Mr. Darcy, as he has always been. But I want him sometimes to forget his high position at least for an instant and run away with me to the moors. So, a slight influence of Heathcliff would do no harm. But he can still be who he really is – just Mr. Darcy. I shall still love him more than anybody else.

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Cathy

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You know you really like the pink colour when you cannot decide what it means to you: love, strawberries, your new lip gloss, sunset, your best friend’s nail polish or your cat’s tongue. You just like it. Everywhere.

Cathy