Da Mario se gepraat…

My linkerduim was gisteraand soos ‘n doekspeld aan my linkerskouer vas.  Reg deur die vleis, in en uit.  Bokant die plek waar die laaste lid uitgesteek het was nog ‘n gat.  Dit het amper gelyk soos iemand se naeltjie wat daar sit, buiten die feit dat die naeltjie geblyk het om oop te wees.  My duim het vasgesit.  Ek het my regterhand gevat en die vel en vleis rondom my linkerduim se nael weggestoot.  Daar was geen bloed nie.  Ek was verbaas want ek kon nie onthou dat ek my duim deur my skouer gedruk het nie.  Ek het gewonder hoe ek hom gaan uitkry.  Nadat ek die vleis effens oopgeskuif het, het ek my duim begin terugtrek en toe deur die boonste gat gedwing.  Dit was baie seer.  Daarvandaan kon ek hom terugtrek deur die onderste gat wat op hierdie stadium teen my pols gedruk het.  My duim was bevry…

Ek het wakker geword en agtergekom dat my linker bo-arm vreeslik seer is.  Ek het actually my arm begin vryf.  Die lewe het teruggekom, hy het nie meer geslaap nie en ek het nie meer gedroom nie.

Vir my sielsgenoot… 

Die lirieke van twee liedjies wat ek vanoggend op 94.7 Highveld Stereo gehoor het.  Vir iemand spesiaals.  En vir jou wat hier lees om te geniet….

“Lips Of An Angel” - Hinder

Honey why you calling me so late?
It’s kinda hard to talk right now.
Honey why are you crying? Is everything okay?
I gotta whisper ’cause I can’t be too loud

Well, my girl’s in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on
It’s really good to hear your voice say my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak

And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel

It’s funny that you’re calling me tonight
And, yes, I’ve dreamt of you too
And does he know you’re talking to me
Will it start a fight
No I don’t think she has a clue

Well my girl’s in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on
It’s really good to hear your voice say my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak

And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel

It’s really good to hear your voice say my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak

And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel

And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel

Honey why you calling me so late?

“The One I Love” - David Grey

Gonna close my eyes
Girl and watch you go
Running through this life darling
Like a field of snow
As the tracer glides
In its graceful arc
Send a little prayer out to ya
‘cross the falling dark

Tell the repo man
And the stars above
You’re the one I love

Perfect summers night
Not a wind that breathes
Just the bullets whispering gentle
‘mongst the new green leaves
There’s things I might have said
Only wish I could
Now I’m leaking life faster
Then I’m leaking blood

Tell the repo man
And the stars above
You’re the one I love
You’re the one I love
The one I love

Don’t see Elysium
Don’t see no fiery hell
Just the lights up bright baby
In the bay hotel
Next wave coming in
Like an ocean roar
Won’t you take my hand darling
On that old dancefloor

We can twist and shout
Do the turtle dove
And you’re the one I love
You’re the one I love
The one I love

Groete
Da Mario