Too much and too little

I never walked in your footsteps, i never said what i should have... And never were my friends the same as yours... Though i was very close, a connection away from being in your circle, we never had anything in common. It didn't matter though. We had something, at some point, long ago... No matter who we are today, no matter what we do. And time passes, and memories fade, but our door is still there... I see it sometimes. I walk by it, sometimes i try to remember. But why should I? Do you remember? Do you still believe?  Too much left unsaid, too little to forget, too hard to understand.

New things come up every day... apparently

Se pare ca imi place politica... hmmmm. Si se pare ca nu stiam asta. Dar am aflat de cand viata politica din Romania a devenit mult mai galagioasa si nu am mai putut sa ma prefac ca nu o aud. Am descoperit ca ma exaspereaza anumite remarci, ma enerveaza anumite politici adoptate. Si totusi nu as vrea sa fiu analist politic. As putea totusi sa am o parere caci se stie romanul are o parere despre tot si toate si se pricepe ( * a se citi "intelege subtilitatile") sa dea sfaturi chiar si celor mai mari experti.
Deci, imi dau si eu cu parerea... pana acum doar prietenilor si familiei pentru ca, normal, ei nu vor fugi de mine doar din motivul asta... sa speram??? Inca imi mai dau seama ca este doar o parere, ca ar putea sa ie gresita, ca s-ar putea ca alti oameni sa aiba alte pareri mai mult sau mai putin gresite.