Am gasit alternativa la “Streets of Philadelphia” despre care spuneam in postul trecut ca incadreaza sentimentul ala specific al constiintei de sine.

Green Day -Boulevard of Broken Dreams:

“I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don’t know where it goes
But it’s home to me and I walk alone

I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
and I’m the only one and I walk alone”

“My shadow’s the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart’s the only thing that’s beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
‘Til then I walk alone”

“I’m walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the border line
Of the edge and where I walk alone

Read between the lines
What’s fucked up and everything’s alright
Check my vital signs
To know I’m still alive and I walk alone”

Nu stiu daca am descoperit vreo conexiune inedita intre constiinta de sine si mersul pe strada, dar cu siguranta faza cu strada e recurenta…si nu numai in ceea ce ma priveste. acum inteleg de ce ma apuca pe mine de-a lungul strazii, de ce un prieten de la Buc ma suna numai cand este pe strada sau merge acasa..in fine.si o grama’ de alte chestii.

Poate se explica printr-un raport dezechilibrat intre intuitii- timp&spatiu sau poate printr-o ananlogie imagistica intre drum si metafora cu ‘drumu’ vietii’…..and then again….who knows where He goes? )