Simplu, Oana

Desi poate parea demodat nu vreau sa incep fara sa va spun "Hristos a Inviat!"... Interesant cum la o distanta de doar 30 km poti gasi tot ce ti-ai putea dori...Liniste, flori de camp, mireasma de liliac salbatic inflorit, ploaie care desi e rece si uda nu te deranjeaza, ba chiar te invita sa te bucuri de ea, calcand prin iarba si noroi...O fiinta care te darama la propriu cu dragoste sincera si recunostiinta... Miroase a caine, sare pe tine cu labutele pline de glod, dar nu te poti supara pe el odata ce il privesti in ochi... Un beci sinistru, inundat de apa din beton, munti (mai mici, ce-i drept) de pamant, bolovani si ciment intarit...Viitorul suna promitator... Intorsi la viata pe verticala...Vecini care se pare ca au uitat adevarata semnificatie a Pastelui, si asambleaza mobila, altii care bat disperati in tevi, dar fara un rezultat imediat....HAOS... Nu ma stresez...Oricum, ma fac eu mare...

"Nu ingramaditi pentru voi insiva bogatii care deschid calea spre desfranare ori pe care hotii le pot fura. Adunati mai bine comori ce nu pot corupe si nu pot fi furate, si a caror frumusete sporeste atunci cand le privesc multi oameni, caci acolo unde se afla comoara voastra, acolo se afla si inima voastra." "Iisus, Fiul Omului"(Matei, Predica de pe munte) de Kahlil Gibran Va doresc sa va reamintiti sa fiti mai buni, mai plini de dragoste, cu inima calda si mai deschisa, cand Lumina Sfanta va cobori in casele si in inimile voastre... PASTE FERICIT!!!

Ziua de azi dovedeste mai bine decat oricare alta ca pana si dupa ploaia cea mai mohorata, se iveste un soare mai stralucitor ca niciodata...Infara de preocupari administrative, sau gospodaresti, nimic in mod deosebit...Aglomeratie pe strazi, pensionari cu sacose pline, de parca s-ar pregati pentru foamete, parinti care cumpara cadouri de Iepuras cu copiii de mana...Ador de la distanta aroma de cozonac proaspat copt, si mi-este permis sa mananc doar stafide... M-au binedispus unele din personajele care ma fac sa rad in orice situatie, chiar si atunci cand totul pare gri... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hllpuz6_kOQ&feature=related

O alta zi de somn involuntar sau nu...Alte ore din timpul atat de pretios, care devine pe zi ce trece tot mai scurt... In alta ordine de super idei, se pare ca nu toti au notiunea de PASTE sau nu il sarbatoresc, avand in vedere ca pana si in Vinerea Mare, cand ar trebui ca niste buni gospodini, sa vopsim oua si sa coacem cozonaci ( yummmyyy ), suntem tarati pana la scoala vietii, doar pentru a avea de unde ne intoarce...Dar cum regimul "Nu-ti convine, iti semnezi transferul" e la el acasa... Pana si intamplarile nefericite, care ieri ma faceau sa tremur de spaima si sa inghit noduri "ce s-ar fi putut intampla?", isi gasesc o rezolvare mai rapida decat mi-as fi imaginat...In fond si la urma urmei, e Saptamana Mare... 19:11 Dupa 4 ore de sooomn, mai morocanoasa ca oricand...Socializez si aflu ca suntem deja in vacanta...

In alte circumstante, ar fi fost o zi stresanta, cu o teza ( care oricum nu se pune )... Am luat-o pe Pesi, am mers la shopping de calitate, ca fetele, de am facut febra musculara de la sacose, am barfit... De fapt, cum ar spune cineva, n-am barfit doar am vorbit... Acum ca mi-am cumparat pantaloni scurti ( roz si verzi , ca sa moara de ciuda unii ), mi-e mai dor de zilele de vara trecuta, in care stateam toata ziulica intinsa pe sezlong, facand poze la tot soiul de ciudatenii, de la pietre la omizi, citind si bronzandu-ma... A fost si o intamplare nefericita...I don't wanna talk about it so don't even bother to ask...

April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain. T.S. Eliot

Luni dimineata...Somn pana la 10:00...Las in urma un weekend pe gustul meu,in care am umblat nemachiata si imbracata confortabil fara ca cineva sa se uite urat la mine, cu liniste si aer curat, pace, oameni pe care ii iubesc, mult soare, dar si vant, iarba proaspat inverzita, susur de apa si zumzet de bondari ...Noua saptamana nu pare a fi la fel de promitatoare ca si weekend-ul: febra musculara, miscari ingreunate, 5 pastile inghitite deja, o cana mare cu ceai de fructe de padure (he he) si mult somn...

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch; If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run - Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breath a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with triumph and disaster And treat those two imposters just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to broken, And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or, being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

Yesterday it was my birthday... I hung one more year on the line... I should be depressed... My life's a mess, but I'm having A Good Time... Pe aceasta cale va multumesc, voua, tuturor celor care mi-ati fost alaturi prin felicitari...

Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time... ~Jean Paul Richter~

Because time itself is like a spiral, something special happens on our birthday each year: The same energy that God invested in us at birth is present once again. ~Menachem Mendel Schneerson~

Lucruri suntem, printre lucruri. Aproape suflete suntem, noi doi, prin soartă asemenea tuturor. Ganduri ca pietrele, uneori stele, lucruri suntem, ce poartă în ele, şi totdeauna,un dor. Pe drumul său fiecare, ne-am duce pe veci undeva… ne-am duce-mpreună, mereu, amandoi. Dar drumul norilor e prea mare în lumea noastră - pentru noi.

Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep... Wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you're just as pretty without make-up on... The one who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky he is to have you... The one who turns to his friends and says: 'That's her!'...

To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children...to leave the world a better place...to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded... ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson ~

I touch her hair. Her shoulders clench together and she stares at the ground. She looks like a stone bird. I am an iceberg. Everyday I float farther and farther out to sea. But that can't be. An iceberg feels no pain. An iceberg doesn't feel cold. I feel cold. I feel distant. There is no one. There is nothing. That's where I am. She won't look me in the eye anymore since I asked if I could kiss her. Even wanting turns her cold... ~ Henry Rollins ~