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Arsita!

luni, decembrie 24th, 2012

Caldura mare! Valuri de caldura se nasputesc peste ele, valuri de uscaciune le napadesc, se usuca, se crapa!

Trairi pe care nu le poate explica, iubiri trecute care nu mai conteaza, clipe pe care le asteapta. Atingerea, contactul care va elibera femeia, eliberarea care intarzie sa vina dorul epifania!

Un sarut a eliberat femeia, un sarut a facut-o sa fie fericita sa iubeasca si sa fie iubita, un sarut care a ezitat sa vina, un sarut care s-a transformat intr-o ploaie de primavara si care au facut buzele uscate sa inmugureasca zambetul si fericirea …

 

Diamante

miercuri, decembrie 5th, 2012

Diamantele nu stralucesc in lumina soarelui …

O femeie a reusit sa imi intoarca lumea invers, o femeie a reusit ca prin inocenta ei sa imi dezvaluiasca secretul copilariei, o femeie a facut din mine o stea cazatoare, o femeie m-a iubit!

Ma uit inapoi si retraiesc, ma uit inapoi si iubesc la fel ca la inceput! Imi amintesc un inel pus pe degetul tau care tremura, poate de frig, poate din emotie, poate din dragoste, poate din impacientate, poate din cauza ca nu ai putaut sa ii raspunzi tatului tau ce ai primit de Craciun, in Cismigiu :)

Un diamant care in intunericul noptii stralucea mai mult decat in lumina soarelui, o piatra care a nascut in tine vise pe care eu nu le-am implinit, o aliteratie de atomi de carbon, care pe tine te-au facut sa zbori mai departe decat Icar si fiul lui, mai departe de copiii nenascuti, mai departe de papusa copil pe care mi-ai daruit-o …

Am plecat, am ales sa ratacesc printre nori, am ales sa fiu un zburator, am ales nimicul in fata ta, am ales sa fiu doar om, am ales sa mor!

Diamantele stralucesc in lumina sufletului!

Fefeleaga

miercuri, septembrie 26th, 2012

A trecut peste orice compromis, stie ca a gresit, stie ca nu trebuia sa se intample, vede si acum …

era varul ei si tineretea, frumusetea lui a facut miracolul sa se implineasca, l-a iubit si fructul pasiunii a prins rod undeva pe cai de munte, familia a facut nunta si numele lor a fost trecut in eternitate, a fost o nunta mica …

nimeni nu a fost de acord, deoarece iubirea lor nu era acceptata nici de biserica, nici de societate, ea a fost acolo, rupta de lume, purtand fructul iubirii interzise.

Un eveniment fara fast si totusi un moment ce a facut fluturii din stomac sa zboare mai departe decat indraznea sa viseze, a dat nastere unui copil mai frumos decat zorile cu ochii albastrii, fapt ce i-a permis sa mearga mai departe.

Viata i-a despartit, copilul a ajuns sa fie crescut de sora mai mare, iar ea il vedea doar din cand in cand, pe el, tatal copilului, il intalnea de cateva ori pe an, era mult mai tanar decat ea, dragostea ei de femeie matura a ramas pana la urma doar un vis frumos, o gresala a tineretii!

La un moment dat, el a suferit un accident in urma caruia si-a pierdut viata, abia terminase facultatea, a fost un accident stupid, o viata despre care nu au scris nici ziarele cand s-a terminat.

A aflat in mijloc de noapte, infrigurata s-a urcat in primul tren, l-a vazut, a plans, a acceptat ca nu il va mai vedea niciodata.

Si a ramas a fi un cub de gheata, o femeie a carei pasine a fost franta de destin, un fel de Venus careia i-au fost rupte mainile intr-un mod brutal, o statuie care nu mai poate sa iubeasca!

idei de dialog

miercuri, iulie 18th, 2012

Nu am ce sa povestesc! Am trait o alta viata, am iubit, am alergat dupa stihii, am luptat in batalii care nu au fost ale mele, am supravietuit! Am mers mai departe, dar inca nu mi-am cantat cantecul de ciocarlie …

Am vazut lucruri dincolo de orice imaginatie, am trait simtaminte care nu pot fi simtite, am innebunit cu lumea si am clipit cu timpul!

Nu stiu ce ma face sa merg inainte, nu stiu ce doresc de la viata, nu pot lupta cu prezentul, ma complac in valtoarea vietii si simt cum timpul trece prin mine, dar o umbra rece ma urmareste si clipa se transforma in extaz …

Vreau sa iubesc din nou, vreau sa traiesc minunea inmugurind, vreau sa respir langa cineva care ma iubeste, vreau sa cresc batran multumit.

Imi doresc sa pot zbura, imi doresc sa ma simt liber, imi doresc sa fiu fericit, imi doresc sa ma simt implinit, imi doresc …

I want to know how the fuck you are feeling…

marți, iulie 25th, 2006
    Yes, you got me right! I want to know how the fuck you are
feeling! I want to know how do you feel when your boyfriend leaves you, I want
to know how do you feel when you loose everything you have. I want to see you naked,
undressed of your feelings and your glamour. I want to see you in the morning
with makeup all over your face. I want to see you tired and sick, I want to see
you crawling, screaming for help when everybody ignores you. I want to see you
unable to cry, I want to see you unable to speak. I want to see you speechless;
I want to see you like you see yourself in the mirror.
 

    I want you to stop dreaming and see the world as it is. I
want you to see the people starving in Africa; I want you to see the people
shooting each other in the
Middle East. I want
you to see how the petrol price is rising every month. I want you to see people
raising the green flag, throwing themselves in the battle in the name of a god
you know nothing about. I want to see the ayatollahs screaming in front of
millions they will receive forgiveness and peace after war and death.
 

    I want you to turn up the TV set and watch the news. I want
you to see the rapes, floods, hurricanes, tsunamis. I want you to see
politicians justifying their actions and raising masses to stand for something
they don’t believe in. I want you to see the violence in cartoons, I want you
to see witches and wizards predicting pain and violence, I want you to see the
so called scientist speaking about the end of the world. I want you to see how
a special potion can save your life and make you thin the same time. I want you
to see the commercials for shampoo and dish washers; I want you to see how
special knives are cutting through shoes and how a magic razor can bring you
the most beautiful woman in the world.

    I want to see your children screaming for ice-cream and balloons.
I want you to imagine yourself cooking, washing closes, washing dishes, trying
to make yourself attractive for your husband. I want to see you undressing him when
he is to drunk to breathe. I want to see you praying to have sex at least once
a month and not two times a year. I want to see you bathing the kids, taking
them to school every day. I want to see you waking up Sunday morning and waking
everybody up when you use the vacuum cleaner.

    I want to see you paying mortgage, I want you to see paying
the electricity, the water, the heating. I want to see you working late
thinking about the kids and your no good husband. I want you to see yourself
getting old with no time for vacation. I want to see you one morning going to
somebody’s funeral, thinking everybody you know  will follow and hoping you will not be there
to watch them all.

    “Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a
family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact
disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol,
and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a
starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage.
Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose
DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on
that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking
junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing
your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the
selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself.

    Choose your future.

    Choose life.” John Hodge, Trainspotting
 
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