imi place in continuare aia de la wendy cope cu barbatii sunt ca autobuzele. si aia cu pisica la psihiatru. si aia cu ea care tine prune la frigider si el le mananca rar. uneori imi amintesc de shecspir. pe atunci inca nu intrasera in viata mea sosetele cu broashte de la calzedonia.
“Bloody men are like bloody buses —
You wait for about a year
And as soon as one approaches your stop
Two or three others appear.
You look at them flashing their indicators,
Offering you a ride.
You’re trying to read the destinations,
You haven’t much time to decide.
If you make a mistake, there is no turning back.
Jump off, and you’ll stand there and gaze
While the cars and the taxis and lorries go by
And the minutes, the hours, the days.”
― Wendy Cope,