marți, 29 aprilie 2008

29 Aprilie 2008


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...

sâmbătă, 26 aprilie 2008

26 Aprilie 2008


"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!!!

vineri, 25 aprilie 2008

25 Aprilie 2008


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...



joi, 24 aprilie 2008

24 Aprilie 2008


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...

miercuri, 23 aprilie 2008

April the 23rd 2008


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...

marți, 22 aprilie 2008

April the 22nd 2008


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, 14 aprilie 2008

14 Aprilie...LUNI


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...

vineri, 11 aprilie 2008

If by Rudyard Kipling (Part 4)


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!

joi, 10 aprilie 2008

If by Rudyard Kipling (Part 3)


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";

miercuri, 9 aprilie 2008

If by Rudyard Kipling (Part 2)


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;

marți, 8 aprilie 2008

If by Rudyard Kipling (Part 1)


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;

luni, 7 aprilie 2008

Uhm...


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...

sâmbătă, 5 aprilie 2008

Just one more day...


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~

vineri, 4 aprilie 2008

Lucruri suntem de Lucian Blaga


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.

joi, 3 aprilie 2008

Smart piece of advice...


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!'...

miercuri, 2 aprilie 2008

April the 2nd 2008


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 ~

marți, 1 aprilie 2008

April the 1st 2008


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 ~