Fragile
Not that I ever liked Sting in particular (neither did I dislike him). To be frank, I was and probably remain so illiterate in terms of music, of songs, which are not sung in the Russian language, that I didn't hear it before, once, I got "Fragile" from a certain person. One who filled if not the whole life of mine for a summer some years ago, than at least the most of it. Too much of it, to be fair. Without even being present nearby. Anyway, the connection is lost. The connection/ association between a song and a person is getting thinner and thinner. But the overall feeling, mood and picture it gives - remains.
Me, very small, this "small blue thing" I once mentioned, curled on a palm. Sitting for a long time, in some kind of melancholy, or better this french word "tristesse", without moving... and REALIZING with every cell and nerve, how easily the fingers may squeeze - and crash.
Me, very small, this "small blue thing" I once mentioned, curled on a palm. Sitting for a long time, in some kind of melancholy, or better this french word "tristesse", without moving... and REALIZING with every cell and nerve, how easily the fingers may squeeze - and crash.
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