Azi am avut chef de poezie. Si de analize. Si de disectii. Si de sfaturi pretioase. Iar cand ma plictisesc, imi place sa imi autoridiculizez nivelul de cunoastere a limbii engleze… Asta e ce a iesit :))
I am not strong, nor am I weak.
I do not stare, nor do I peek.
I’m just adjusting on the way
And try to take it day by day.
I fought my battles, and I lost
Then tried again, and won the most.
I was not loved, nor understood,
But always did the best I could.
So I am stubborn! Well, I guess
I never thought that more is less.
So gave it all, like bottoms up,
And took in silence every slap.