Never coming home

If blood will flow when flesh and steal are one
drying in the color of the evening sun
Tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away
But something in our minds will always stay...

Perhaps this final act was meant
To clinch a lifetime's argument
That nothing ever could
For all those born beneath an angry star
Lest we forget how fragile we are

On and on the rain will fall
like tears from a star like tears from
a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are?

rijec je o sinkronicitetu ili slucaju. naime, cinjenica da sam gledao racun zgodno je sjela u pricu nakon sto sam pricu napisao temeljenu na svojem vlastitom iskustvu zdvojnosti, recimo pri prilazenju zhenama... trazenje druge prilike je izgovor i ne donosi mir. mir donosi spoznaja da se treba radit na sebi i svojoj slobodi za rizik ostvarenja zeljenog... krhkost uistinu nije htjela biti ozlijedjena. premda mi je razumljiv i taj ucinak, zbog cega zalim. pricao sam o sebi.