marți, 23 martie 2010

Blessed

Stiti la ce ma gandesc acum?
La cat de bine s-a imbinat pamantul cu apa, iar soarele mangaia domol pantecul mamei cand m-am zamislit eu.
Pai ce pula mea poate fi mai frumos decat un om linistit, care are langa el prieteni adevarati, mai multi decat degetele de la o mana?

Si mai mai mai mai am si tzatze...mai imi trebe o maimuta si cercu`i complet :))))
Si nici nu-s balbaita!

Imposibilitate

de-a alege la 15 ani intre



si



Voi ce ziceti?
Nu am avut predilectie spre chitaristi, da zau.....Asta micu` blondut si frumos de la Guns`n`roses nu-l putea bate pe Slash si nici asta micu` blondut si fumos de la Skid Row pe Nuno :D

La sex appeal vreau sa zic. :)

Si cand zic asta, vantul bate cu putere in geam. Din cand in cand....

Skid...rowwww -Eighteen and life



Ricky was a young boy
He had a heart of stone
Lived 9 to 5 and worked his
Fingers to the bone
Just barely out of school
Came from the edge of town
Fought like a switchblade
So no one could take him down


He had no money, nooh
No good at home
He walked the streets a soldier
And he fought the world alone
And now its...

Eighteen and life you got it
Eighteen and life you know
Your crime is time and its
Eighteen and life to go
Eighteen and life you got it
Eighteen and life you know
Your crime is time and its
Eighteen and life to go

Tequila in his heartbeat
His veins burned gasoline
It kept his motor runnin
But he never kept it clean
They say he loved adventure
Rickys the wild on
He married trouble
Had a courtship with a gun

Bang, bang! Shoot em up
the party never ends
You cant think of dying
When the bottles your best friend
And now its...

Eighteen and life you got it
Eighteen and life you know
Your crime is time and its
Eighteen and life to go
Eighteen and life you got it
Eighteen and life you know
Your crime is time and its
Eighteen and life to go

Accidents will happen
They all heard Ricky say
He fired his six-shot to the wind
That child blew a child away



Eighteen and life you got it
Eighteen and life you know
Your crime is time and its
Eighteen and life to go
Eighteen and life you got it
Eighteen and life you know
Your crime is time and its
Eighteen and life to go.......

Beauty

De ce ai nevoie de cei "peste 30 de ani" sa intelegi ca beauty doesn`t matter? Si de ce dupa 30 de ani cauti sa reinvii frumusetea pe care n-ai pretuit-o atatia ani....

ok, cine se baga? same thing at 15 as at 30:

1. fumez (de la 13, cu cateva intreruperi de cativa ani)
2. love to party
3. love to drink
4. I am always in love...wrong guy ofc since I`m still looking for...

Daca as face sondajul diferentelor, as incepe cu "nici macar parul nu mai e cret".

Voiam sa va povestesc ca masinile au inca claxonul incorporat. Dar anii au adus un zambet adanc pe fata mea, zambet ce nu-l aveam...

Nu stiu ce e fericirea si nici nu mai vreau sa aflu vreodata. La ce n-as putea renunta e bucuria maruntisurilor... cum oare lucrurile atat de mici iti iau asa mult timp sa le descoperi?

N-am o poza cu mine de la 15 ani, dar am gasit una de la 16...ma uit si nu inteleg. Sunt mult mai matura atunci decat acum?

Beauty.....next post :)
So poza:D



Singura persoana din viata mea care mi-a dat puterea sa visez a fost mylove. El asa e, puternic, frumos, perfect....

duminică, 14 martie 2010

Parerea 12



Liniste!...frica?
Sansa.

joi, 11 martie 2010

Trezireeeea:)



my childhood was just like that....asta pt exu` pletosu` cu uaitsneicu` lui si cu eisidisiu` lui
nothing can be more smoother or sexyer than this...oh, maybe I could....

Well sometimes I feel I've got to,
run away, I've got to,
get away from the pain you drive into love me,
the love we shared, seems to go, nowhere,
and I've lost my life, for I toss and turn, I can't sleep at night.

Once I ran to you,
now i run from you,
this tainted love you've given,
I give you all a boy can give you,
take my tears and that's not nearly all.

Well sometimes I feel I've got to,
run away, I've got to,
get away from the pain you drive into love me,
the love we shared, seems to go, nowhere,
and I've lost my life, for I toss and turn, I can't sleep at night.

Once I ran to you,
now i run from you,
this tainted love you've given,
I give you all a boy can give you,
take my tears and that's not nearly all.
tainted love, oh oh oh, tainted love.

And now, I know, I've got to,
run away, I've got to, get away,
you don't really want anymore from me,
to make, things right, you need someone to hold you tight,
and they say love is to pray, but I'm sorry I don't play that way (pray that way - varianta mai personala):P

Once i ran to you
now i run from you,
this tainted love you've given,
I give you all a boy can give you,
take my tears and that's not nearly all.
tainted love, oh oh oh, tainted love.
alright!

Don't touch me please, I cannot stand the way you tease,
and I love you though you hurt me so,
so I'm gonna pack my things and go!
the love we shared, seems to go, nowhere,
and I've lost my life, for I toss and turn, I can't sleep at night.

Once I ran to you,
now i run from you,
this tainted love you've given,
I give you all a boy can give you,
take my tears and that's not nearly all.
tainted love, oh oh oh, tainted love.

Parerea 11



I`ve tasted all the wines...

Amaising, in afara de zilele in care postez opera, nu o pot privi. Cand simt nevoia, ma asteapta partea potrivita parerii.

11 de data asta.

Babele lui Martie

E luna lui Martie....cand se aleg babele.....si eu, eu tot incerc sa imi gasesc alta baba decat a saptea sau a treia....sorocul ma urmareste parese, iar anul asta, pe 3 martie (cam aproape la fel ca in toti astialalti ani) mi-am dat seama ca nu mai pot alege numarul 3. Si am purces eu a cumeta si am concis ca a saptea e iar castigatoarea. :)

Si pe 5 martie incepe sa ninga. La inceput pufos, al de Alecsandri. Apoi, incet, cam cate-un fulg....incepu sa se transforme in ceva mai multi fulgi, de-a dreptul strat, pe cuvant ca ne inghetau nasul si picioarele.

Pe 6 martie vremea se ascuti, iar paralelipipedica mea gandire vru sa-si schimbe baba. Dar baba, pesemne, avusese mari relatii in constiinta-mi si nu se dadu schimbata cu una cu doua.

Si 6 martie troieni in continuare in linistea-i, cot la cot in lupta zapezii mai abitire cu cea de-a cincea baba.

Baba mea, cea de-a saptea, a scos globul de cristal pentru a ei odoare si si-a lasat laoparte veacurile si maretia. Mi-a prezis ea anul trecut, cand am ales-o pe a opta, ca nimeni ca ea nu va mai fi.

Si ca printr-un facut, pe sapte fuse soare. Un soare maaaare, maaaaare, de o trezi pe a ei micuta adoptata si iubita din somn, cum nici soarele de vara nu ar putea patrunde asa de bine in ochisorii-i.

Si fericirea purcese din nou asupra mea.

Dinspre opt martie incoa`, de dimineata chiar, orele 12 noaptea, cand timpul isi impreuneaza sorocul, gerul incepu sa se inaspreasca. Fiecare pas pe zapada imi aducea aminte de sunetul caiselor verzi rupte din copac, in care imi infigeam dintii cu mare pofta si tastam din cupa incercarii pe vremea copilariei.

Podelele erau dusumite bine pe opt martie, iar omenirea supravietui.

Dar baba mea va supravietui mai mult. Caci copii mei si copii copiilor mei si copii copiilor copiilor mei si tot asa.....vor avea steaua numarului sapte in frunte.

Atunci se vor naste, cand va fi soare.


Later edit
: "tastam", auzi....nu testam.....

sâmbătă, 6 martie 2010

Pentru Ana



Toooot :)))
Si la multi ani! :)


Du-ma, fericire, in sus, si izbeste-mi
tampla de stele, pana cand
lumea mea prelunga si in nesfarsire
se face coloana sau altceva
mult mai inalt si mult mai curand.

Ce bine ca esti, ce mirare ca sunt!
Doua cantece diferite, lovindu-se amestecandu-se,
doua culori ce nu s-au vazut niciodata,
una foarte de jos, intoarsa spre pamant,
una foarte de sus, aproape rupta
in infrigurata, neasemuita lupta
a minunii ca esti, a-ntamplarii ca sunt.

joi, 4 martie 2010

Parerea 10



Grija....specialite de la renaissance :)



Linistea, o adoptam si protejam nucleul....de oricata segregare de euri am putea dispune...