Being Boring
’May you live in interesting times.’ Chinese curse
If you ask me ‘What’s new?’, I have nothing to say
Except that the garden is growing.
I had a slight cold but it’s better today.
I’m content with the way things are going.
Yes, he is the same as he usually is,
Still eating and sleeping and snoring.
I get on with my work. He gets on with his.
I know this is all very boring.
Except that the garden is growing.
I had a slight cold but it’s better today.
I’m content with the way things are going.
Yes, he is the same as he usually is,
Still eating and sleeping and snoring.
I get on with my work. He gets on with his.
I know this is all very boring.
There was drama enough in my turbulent past:
Tears and passion - I’ve used up a tankful.
No news is good news, and long may it last.
If nothing much happens, I’m thankful.
A happier cabbage you never did see,
My vegetable spirits are soaring.
If you’re after excitement, steer well clear of me.
I want to go on being boring.
Tears and passion - I’ve used up a tankful.
No news is good news, and long may it last.
If nothing much happens, I’m thankful.
A happier cabbage you never did see,
My vegetable spirits are soaring.
If you’re after excitement, steer well clear of me.
I want to go on being boring.
I don’t go to parties. Well, what are they for,
If you don’t need to find a new lover?
You drink and you listen and drink a bit more
And you take the next day to recover.
Someone to stay home with was all my desire
And, now that I’ve found a safe mooring,
I’ve just one ambition in life: I aspire
To go on and on being boring.
If you don’t need to find a new lover?
You drink and you listen and drink a bit more
And you take the next day to recover.
Someone to stay home with was all my desire
And, now that I’ve found a safe mooring,
I’ve just one ambition in life: I aspire
To go on and on being boring.
Wendy Cope
Acum mai multa vreme, am trecut prin niste momente foarte grele. Era greu la nord, era greu la sud, era greu la est, era greu la vest. Asa ca am inceput sa apreciez din tot sufletul zilele obisnuite si sa-mi numar binecuvantarile banale. Eu le numesc "zile portocalii" - zile pline de lucruri normale si mici, cand viata e buna cu tine.
De exemplu, duminica aceea in care nu am facut nimic special, doar am ras de dimineata pana seara, casa imi era un sezlong albastru, am mancat un cos de nectarine si dulceata de cirese amare si am purtat o rochie galbena, in care ma simteam ca o floarea soarelui.
Acum mai multa vreme, am trecut prin niste momente foarte grele. Era greu la nord, era greu la sud, era greu la est, era greu la vest. Asa ca am inceput sa apreciez din tot sufletul zilele obisnuite si sa-mi numar binecuvantarile banale. Eu le numesc "zile portocalii" - zile pline de lucruri normale si mici, cand viata e buna cu tine.
De exemplu, duminica aceea in care nu am facut nimic special, doar am ras de dimineata pana seara, casa imi era un sezlong albastru, am mancat un cos de nectarine si dulceata de cirese amare si am purtat o rochie galbena, in care ma simteam ca o floarea soarelui.
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