Summer/Vama Veche

I dream of summer nights... I dream of feeling sand between my toes and of a warm sea breeze. I dream it's just after sunset. The sun has gone down yet suddenly everything comes to life. Somewhere, someone is playing the guitar. Songs of days gone by and of days to come. Songs of happiness, of sorrow, of you and of me. 
A walk by the water perhaps? The sea is gentle and calm, the waves seem to be in sync with the music. You can hear people singing in the distance, you can hear them laughing. Someone decides to go for a swim. 
How about lying down for a while? You close your eyes and take it all in... And you think nothing could be as perfect. 
Maybe a kiss, a soft touch, a whispered 'I love you'...? Maybe just the night or maybe forever. I dream of summer nights... 

PS: There's only one place I can think of... Vama Veche






Vama Veche - Cu Tine

Somewhere Only We Know

It’s passion for something you love so much. It’s dedication to seeing it through to the end. It’s waiting for it a whole year and being truly sad when it ends. But then, it’s something that never ends. It’s getting so annoyed sometimes you just want to give up. Yet you never do. It’s having the best day and the worst day of your life all at once. It’s about making new friends and rediscovering old ones. It’s waking up after half an hours sleep. It’s being full of energy even though you’re exhausted. It’s what makes you cry when it’s over. It’s having coffee day and night. It’s running around until you forget you have to sit down. It’s going our for a cigarette at 4 a.m. It’s talking on the phone so much that you have to recharge it twice a day. It’s hearing someone thank you sincerely. It’s having a bottle of red wine when you should be working in Photoshop. It’s Diddy. It’s having endless meetings that seem to go nowhere. It’s the thrill of seeing everyone standing at the closing ceremony. It’s about wishing it doesn’t end. It’s about train stations. It’s having that one night off where you go wild. It’s writing DVD’s throughout the closing ceremony because there’s never enough time. It’s ‘somewhere only we know’. It’s something that gets better each year with your help. It’s hearing people say they can’t wait to come back. It’s hugging someone, wishing they didn’t have to leave. It’s drama and visual arts. It’s theatre for teenagers. It’s manifesting yourself. It’s this and much, much more. And it’s part of us…


Keane - Somewhere Only We Know



Barenaked Ladies - Four Seconds