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Well…azi a fost o zi cam trista…nu stiu de ce… numa vesti proaste…
Ucrainienii mai au in pic si raman in istorie ca aia cu accidentele…apoi tanti Zina… si alte maruntisuri ale vietii mele…care nu prea conteaza acum…
Am vrut sa citesc un banc, dar erau toate sadice si morbide….
Am vrut sa vad un filmulet comic de la Pixar, dar am gasit doar lucruri serioase si triste…
Kiwi!…ala le-a intrecut pe toate… In fond, asta e viata…Visezi, iti construiesti cu greu visul, te bucuri de el…si apoi…
Va las doua gasite pe youtube…doar linkuri, ca sa le vada doar cine vrea intr-adevar sa le vada… unii le stiu…Va avertizez ca sunt superbe, dar …

YouTube – pixar-delivery
YouTube – Kiwi

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Ivan e rabdator cu oamenii. Mai mult tace…si cand spune ceva iti da impresia ca nu poate vorbi mai tare decat o face. Si totusi, atitudinea sa e mereu aceeasi. Frazele lui denota siguranta si incredere in sine… in tot ceea ce-l defineste. N-a vrut ciocolata. N-a vrut tiramisu. N-a fost greu sa ii convinga sa ia altceva. Nu-i plac prajiturile. Pentru el o zi de nastere inseamna o placinta de varza cu o lumanare imensa in mijloc. Probabil si votca, dar aici nu comenteaza. Toti au ras. Da, placinta cu varza…a to-do-before-you-die thing… El e serios. Nimeni nu intelege…

pic pic mic…
poezii pentru copii
micsunele
harbuz copt

cuvinte care vindeca
suprarealism
un tei pe lapusneanu
sau castan…
cui ii pasa?

maruntis
miros de ploaie
uscata

***tot aici ajung, oricat de mult m-as stradui sa pornesc in alta directie…

Angel, angel or so
Wherever you may go
Yeah...
I'll follow
Wherever you may go:

And always will I be there
Shake worries from your hair
Yeah...
I'll be there
Always:

Angel, angel or so
Wherever you may go
Yeah...
I'll follow
Wherever you may go:

You're my angel in the snow...
When you're trying your best but you don't succeed
When you get what you want but not what you need
When you feel so tired but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse

And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

And high up above or down below
When you're too in love to let it go
But if you never try you'll never know
Just what you're worth

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

Tears stream down your face
when you lose something you cannot replace
Tears stream down your face
And I

Tears stream down your face
I promise you I will learn from my mistakes
Tears stream down your face
And I

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

Acum am chef sa apas pe taste…randomly…pur si simplu…sa mazgalesc cu cerneala electronica, cum ii spune Claudia. Imi vine in minte exemplul cu maimutele si sonetele lui Shakespeare, dar faza e fumata. Overrated, I’d say…Oricum, nu am atata timp sa fac asta…si nici vreo sansa sa mai scriu ceva genial. Creieru meu…dus pe apa Sambetei in momentu asta. Scriu din plictiseala. Scriu pentru ca aveam o groaza de lucruri de facut azi si n-am apucat sa le termin si nici nu am vreo tragere de inima. Scriu pentru ca azi am ajuns sa am chef de wiki, nu s-a mai intamplat de mult, dar am constatat ca mai am mult de invatat pana sa ajung sa explic altora…

Am epuizat si comic strips cu Garfield azi…de Dilbert n-aveam chef…ar fi fost deprimant.
Ahh, de ce am scris 13? Nush, mi se rupe de zilele astea cu ghinion.I only believe in crazy days. Daca aveam fizica azi…ahh, da…Intr-un an aveam fizica vinerea. Da, as fi dat lucrare. Si as fi avut impresia ca am realizat ceva. Sau nu.

Ar trebui sa scriu ceva mai interesant, dar am devenit groaznic de siropoasa lately. Si stiu si cine e de vina. (Se simte careva cu musca pe caciula?…Sper ca nu…) E week-end acus. Thank God!

„Trebuie un alt program, mai puţin straniu, mai apropiat de crusta concretului…”

Gata! Mi-am gasit si vindecarea!!

No more waiting…no more hoping…no more nothing. Everything that needs to come will come. It won’t hit me…It won’t even touch me. I’ll just stand there watching. Balonia is far away. You don’t live there either. You just dream there. So much, that you forget what’s around you. You forget, or maybe you never knew…who I am…One day it will hit you. Will you be able to take it? Cause it’s gonna hurt both of us. Sometimes I wish I could live in that little perfect world of yours too…but…it’s just not me…I can’t be blind. I slipped for a while…into that catchy sight…and I started dreaming as well, believing that this time it would actually come true. Dreams are exactly what they are. Nothing more but dreams…I need some regrouping…

Trage storurile, jaluzelele…tot…lasa soarele afara. Fa semi-intuneric dulce si racoros, fara timp, fara margini. Lasa-ma sa adorm aici…un minut, un ceas, o ora, o zi…sau poate doua. Nu ma privi, nu vreau sa te simt. Stiu ca esti aici. Lasa-mi doar somnul intr-o camera straina, fara stapan, fara personalitate. Vreau cascaval cu rosii si ceai de menta cand ma trezesc. Si dupa ce ma plictisesc promit ca imi tarai pasii spre plaja…dar nu la ora la care trebuie, nu atunci cand vrei tu…N-am mai facut de multa vreme asta…Mi-e prea dor…miros de sare amara si nisip…si nici o graba…avem timp…

***who can give me that again?***

Vreau sa stau acasa in camera alor mei si sa ma uit la stirile despre noile minuni ale lumii. Sa fie cam 8 jumate seara …si soare …si vara…si racoare… si balconul deschis. Sa stiu ca mai e mult pana cand incepe scoala si ca nu trebuie sa fac nimic. Ca pot sa lenevesc si sa pierd vremea…

Deocamdata ma intorc la moleculele mele…

Never know but nothing less
Couldn’t see that I have guessed
Couldn’t see, couldn’t stay away

I never even stopped to dream and
That Id see anything and
The world is coming out so cold

Oh, and it’s raining again
Loud on your car like bullets on tin.
Oh, and its raining again
Open the door and pulling me in

Nothing here but nothing less
Cold heart is stuck in this
Couldn’t say the kindest words we knew

Everything I tried to say but
no one listens anyway
I had to give up all that I knew

Oh, and it’s raining again
Loud on your car like bullets on tin.
Oh, and its raining again
Open the door and pulling me in

Oh, and it’s raining
Raining again
Oh, and it’s raining
Raining again

Nothing here but nothing less
Everything we both regret
Couldn’t say the kindest words we knew
Cause it was winter time and
We wanted some more time and
We watched the girls try something knew

We didn’t even stopped to see that
That It was breaking me and
the world is coming out so cold
What you want you couldn’t get, you
Couldn’t wait for something less, you
had to give up everything you knew

Oh, and it’s raining again
Loud on your car like bullets on tin.
Oh, and its raining again
Open the door and pulling me in

Sadness like water raining down
Raining down, raining down, raining down


Oh, and it’s raining
Raining again
Oh, and it’s raining
Raining again

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