воскресенье, 25 октября 2009
On 22nd of November I’ve learned that the emptiness grew in this world.
about the Unhappy PrinceI cannot say that this person was my friend. He was a good acquaintance of mine. It turned out that we had many things in common: we’ve studied in the same school; we’ve graduated from the same University and Faculty (that’s why I’m writing it in English).
He had (I have a weird sensation writing it in the past tense) a bright, unusual personality. I’m saying it not because he’s gone. It is true. He was a prince from a fairy-tale. We’ve had a lot of fun watching his sincere theatrical tragedies. Now all his actions, everything connected with him have a new meaning, a new value. I know that I’ve never managed to understand him. Now I feel sad, as I’ve actually never tried. He believed in his world of obscure fantasies. I guess he was of the otherworld. That’s why it was so difficult for him to live here.
So I wish he went to some world, which would be suitable for him. To the world, where he would find his true love, his true place; where there would be a part for him in the drama of life.I was crying when I listened to this song after the concert, as I felt as if this song was written about him.
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