Ce faci Voica mea?

Prin ce lumi te invarti si unde ti-ai gasit locul? E locul tau sau te prefaci, ca un cameleon si nu faci nota discordanta? De ce te-ai aruncat (la gunoi) si oare chiar te-ai inlocuit cu o versiune mai buna?! Si daca da, atunci de ce plangi? Ce faci cand au fost baute toate sampaniile, cand au fost inchise toate cercurile si cand licentele inca nu au scrise nici o litera? Ce faci cand se verniseaza toate expozitiile? Cand nu mai suna nici un telefon? Ce faci cand nu poti dezlipi post-it-ul de pe usa? Si de ce naiba mai ploua atata?

Cum iesi din asta Voica mea?

I'm asking because I ate all the lunches, and drank all the bottles (but stopped smoking all the cigarettes) and I went to all the funerals and I checked out all the books and I held all the hands that needed holding (except for one) and I danced to all the songs and I laughed at all the jokes and I let in all the wet cats standing on the corner in the pouring rain, and I remembered all that was bad and I know all the reasons and I watched all the movies and I stopped listening to all the songs and I wore all the right shoes but I still miss the lovemaking and my stomach is still cold at night and I still have not cooked a single meal.