Traiesc intr-un vis, si nu e un vis frumos…
In final numai gura e de mine, motive serioase de suparare nu am, sunt mare, sunt puternica, sunt independenta (oarecum) … cei dragi mie sunt sanatosi si stabili…. Ce naiba, cry baby…
Pacat ca nu sunt asa de desteapta sa savurez cum trebuie aceasta perioada… sigur am sa o regret cand am sa o pierd.
Gata, m-am hotarat.
Sunt barbat
Termin cu vaicareala.
Savurez
Mmmmmmm
Savurez……
miercuri, 6 mai 2009
vineri, 17 aprilie 2009
poem
a man by any other name.
a soul, a silent weeper
a mind, a silent reaper
combined they make the perfect key...
to kill the mother f___g peacekeeper
joi, 9 aprilie 2009
once upon a time in the west
once upon a time there was a androgin kid.
not that he/she had more than one set of genitals, just that his/her mind was not decided whether he/she is defined by the genitals or the power of his/her soul. so he/she decided that until further notice he/she will be reffered to as IT.
and it was strong. it had more brain power and will and strenght of thought and logic than the regular jack.
and it was proud. and careless. and rigid. it had ideeas and principles and it went straight forward like an arrow.
and it was violent. and agressive and willing to kill and get killed for respecting the oath of humanity.
and it was daring. it had the will to get up and face mountains and the desire to do that just to prove what it was worth.
and it went well for it, at least for a while. faced with mendacity, it cut the roots of all links. cause ain't nothing more horrid than the stench of mendacity.
but slowly, it lost it's discernment.
it becan to slip.
it began to cut mendacity slack. began to let lies and cheat and unfaithfullness go.began to accept mendacity in it's immediate sorrounding.
worse, it began to feel mendacity.
slowly, it coverd up the missing pieces, more troubled to obtain the big prize, the problem free existance. and slowly it started to lie. it becan by polite circumstances. and it went down to covering for indifference. and then it was all lies.
polite lies, innocent lies, all lies.
and last i checked, it was very bussy veriffying it's bank account.
not that he/she had more than one set of genitals, just that his/her mind was not decided whether he/she is defined by the genitals or the power of his/her soul. so he/she decided that until further notice he/she will be reffered to as IT.
and it was strong. it had more brain power and will and strenght of thought and logic than the regular jack.
and it was proud. and careless. and rigid. it had ideeas and principles and it went straight forward like an arrow.
and it was violent. and agressive and willing to kill and get killed for respecting the oath of humanity.
and it was daring. it had the will to get up and face mountains and the desire to do that just to prove what it was worth.
and it went well for it, at least for a while. faced with mendacity, it cut the roots of all links. cause ain't nothing more horrid than the stench of mendacity.
but slowly, it lost it's discernment.
it becan to slip.
it began to cut mendacity slack. began to let lies and cheat and unfaithfullness go.began to accept mendacity in it's immediate sorrounding.
worse, it began to feel mendacity.
slowly, it coverd up the missing pieces, more troubled to obtain the big prize, the problem free existance. and slowly it started to lie. it becan by polite circumstances. and it went down to covering for indifference. and then it was all lies.
polite lies, innocent lies, all lies.
and last i checked, it was very bussy veriffying it's bank account.
miercuri, 1 aprilie 2009
acuma stiu
in sus ce e , in jos nimic,
in jos ce e , in sus nimic...
traiesti ca sa nu mori, respiri ca sa nu stai, mergi ca sa nu zaci si asa mai departe.
in fine, e si asta o motivatie.
I will live my life as a lobsterman's wife on an island in the blue bay
He will take care of me, he will smell like the sea,
And close to my heart he'll always stay
I will bear three girls all with strawberry curls,
little Ella andNelly and Faye
While I'm combing their hair, I will catch his warm stare
On our island in the blue bay....
eu sunt o proasta :) si sunt lasa, si nu am ambitie nici cat sa ridic mana
I want to crawl back inside my mother's womb
I want to shut out all the lights in this room
I want to start fresh, like a baby in a sink
Scrub away all these thoughts that I think of you
So life moves slowly when you're waiting for it to boil
Feel like I watch from 6 feet under the soil
Still want to hold you and kiss behind your ears
But i re count the countless tears that i lost for you
But before you finally go there's one thing you should know:
That I promise -
Starting now I'll never know your name
Starting now I'll never feel the same
Starting now I wish you never came into my world
Cu drag, omului cu care am pierdut 5 ani din viata, caruia i-am dat toate visele, toata credinta, toata puterea si pasiunea de care sunt in stare.
Cu drag, omului care nu a stiut ce sa faca cu ele
cu drag
in jos ce e , in sus nimic...
traiesti ca sa nu mori, respiri ca sa nu stai, mergi ca sa nu zaci si asa mai departe.
in fine, e si asta o motivatie.
I will live my life as a lobsterman's wife on an island in the blue bay
He will take care of me, he will smell like the sea,
And close to my heart he'll always stay
I will bear three girls all with strawberry curls,
little Ella andNelly and Faye
While I'm combing their hair, I will catch his warm stare
On our island in the blue bay....
eu sunt o proasta :) si sunt lasa, si nu am ambitie nici cat sa ridic mana
I want to crawl back inside my mother's womb
I want to shut out all the lights in this room
I want to start fresh, like a baby in a sink
Scrub away all these thoughts that I think of you
So life moves slowly when you're waiting for it to boil
Feel like I watch from 6 feet under the soil
Still want to hold you and kiss behind your ears
But i re count the countless tears that i lost for you
But before you finally go there's one thing you should know:
That I promise -
Starting now I'll never know your name
Starting now I'll never feel the same
Starting now I wish you never came into my world
Cu drag, omului cu care am pierdut 5 ani din viata, caruia i-am dat toate visele, toata credinta, toata puterea si pasiunea de care sunt in stare.
Cu drag, omului care nu a stiut ce sa faca cu ele
cu drag
joi, 26 martie 2009
e de bine :))
ce e mai prost decat un prost?
un prost cuprins de panica
ca sa nu ating paroxismul prostiei, incerc sa ma calmez
imi merge? naiba stie
cel mai calmant calmant e faptul ca daca chiar nu mai pot si nu mai vreau , pot sa imi bag picioarele. am inca posibilitatea
nu am nici o obligatie, nici o legatura, nu mi-e impus nimik decat exact ce vreau.
si totusi am deadline
maine sunt in sat cu doru ( a se citi la naiba in praznic cu legitimatia sub brat, cautand documente).
nu sunt in stare sa inteleg Codul Fiscal nici dak viata mea depinde de asta.
si cand simt valu ala de panica cum se catara intai pe la picioare, apoi in stomac si cand ajunge in cap e ca un abur amortitor si innebunitor, well, atunci sunt chiar mai proasta decat prostia.
si ma zgarii
un prost cuprins de panica
ca sa nu ating paroxismul prostiei, incerc sa ma calmez
imi merge? naiba stie
cel mai calmant calmant e faptul ca daca chiar nu mai pot si nu mai vreau , pot sa imi bag picioarele. am inca posibilitatea
nu am nici o obligatie, nici o legatura, nu mi-e impus nimik decat exact ce vreau.
si totusi am deadline
maine sunt in sat cu doru ( a se citi la naiba in praznic cu legitimatia sub brat, cautand documente).
nu sunt in stare sa inteleg Codul Fiscal nici dak viata mea depinde de asta.
si cand simt valu ala de panica cum se catara intai pe la picioare, apoi in stomac si cand ajunge in cap e ca un abur amortitor si innebunitor, well, atunci sunt chiar mai proasta decat prostia.
si ma zgarii
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