Σε μια εποχή που το τραύμα εξιδανικεύεται και το άγνωστο αντιμετωπίζεται ως απειλή, μπορούμε να αποκαταστήσουμε την εμπιστοσύνη όχι με την έννοια της τυφλής ελπίδας, αλλά ως μια πράξη εσωτερικής στήριξης...

Puma Blue – Gone is the grace

Took off my gloves
and I hung up my coat
I sat myself down to
Write you a note
Thought about dialling your
Number at first
But as the phone rang, well
The words left my throat

I must have tried
Every combination of words
Sitting for hours
and fumbling the wordsWell in the endI as good as gave up
Just a post-it that read,
‘Please don’t wait up’
Could have sworn I wasBetter at this
I never used to beSo hit or miss
Whatever happened toAll of my grace
These days some things just feel
So hard to face

Figured my post-it
Got swept away
and to be honest
I had more to say, butEven as I put
My pen to the page
The words don’t add up to what I
try to convey

Confession that rests on the edgeOf my lipsTalk myself off of a ledge,Get a gripGather my strength and IPull in the breath
Feel so embarrassedIt scares me to death

Well I wrote a song but it
Probably won’t work
This chorus feels weak, and
so does the verse
But I wrote this letter
Full of mistakes
Just to say, ‘I’d
like to see you again’