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I'm weird ...that's what people say... I just think they are.

joi, 20 mai 2010

Meet me...half way

All the world was trembling just at the sight of her smile and eyes, blond hair and read lips, but the only thing that made her feel alive was him. She saw him coming touarts her, and her knees stared skaking, she felt her heart beating so hard that she wanted to throw it into his hand.
He looked at her, and smiled politely. He pus his luggae down and suddenly a tear crumbled on his perfect cheeks, near the lips and on the strong neck. She put her hand to cover the tear. Then she kissed the remaining of the tear. He took her arm into his and kissed it like the first and last time. She kissed his sweet soft lips and he grabed her in his arm, holding her tight, wanted to fell that her last breath was for him, for happiness.

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I saw all this in front of me and i wanted to think that she was me, and him was you. I saw all this in the train station, the same station i used to wait for you, but then, you always came. I loved your eyes, the fire in them while you were looking at me, i felt it burning...do you know that?
I saw them in my mind when i looked out the window...do you know it;s useless? you are not coming and smiling. I can;t see your eyes...is there any fire in them?
I saw them when i kissed you in my dreams, when i felt like her and you felt like him, when you huged me so hard that i gave you my last breath. I love you, come here...
I saw myself like them now, when i am dreaming of borders and foreign countries, were i'll meet you again, in your real form and real pulse, with your real lips and real love. You love me, i'll come ...

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Then he pushed her away a bit, so that he could see her from head to toe, to look at her like he never saw her again, to meet her again, enjoy her like a stranger. He took some steps back, letting go of her arm slowly, with the vizible pain in his hazel eyes.
She closed her eyes and two tears dropped on the ground, without a cheeck to catch them, or a hand to cover them. They were just two shadows of my mind.

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So i just find myself here, smoking this cigarette, even though i know you don;t like me when i do that...but...We love each other, meet me half way...

luni, 15 martie 2010

Boom boom

Asa de tare m-am saturat de blogurile cu chestii profunde, date la sentiment...e aiurea. Oamenii citesc bloguri din diferite motive, dar hai sa recunoastem ca principalul e plictiseala ingrozitoare....nu altceva.
Eu nu sunt funny, nu am fost, never will be, am sarcasm in sange dar plictiseala il mananca...asa ca voi, cei care au ceva funny de zis...MAKE US LAUGH! Stim ca puteti :)go go go...eu intru pe facebook acum sa ma joc ...sau o sa stau pe pat sa ma uit la bec.

luni, 22 februarie 2010

Gandurile unui om obosit

Nu am dormit azi noapte si dupa 3 cafele si un seminar la facultate, mi-am indeplinit cerintele de socializare necesare oricarei fiinte ce se vrea a se considera umane...nu ca as fi de pe alta planeta. Uneori ma simt asa, mai ales cand merg in autobuz...oamenii ce se inghesuie pe acolo parca nu mai au niciun sens, se arunca toti de-a valma si isi dau coate sa ajunga la tronuri. Acolo oamenii nu mai sunt oameni, devin animale...in fine, asta e alt subiect pentru alta data. Frustrarile pe mai incolo.
Deci, dupa trei cafele si ideea de a-mi gasi naibii ceva de facut in viata asta, ceva ce sa ma atraga si pe mine, sa ma faca sa ma detasez de gandurile mele de toate zilele si sa ma relaxeze, am ajuns la concluzia ca sunt doar foarte obosita. Nimeni nu cred ca ma place atunci cand oboseala incepe sa isi faca simtita prezenta. oricum, ceva ce ma intriga si mai tare este inhibitia pe care o au unii oameni, unii fata de altii, dar culmea ca sunt oamenii apropiati....adica...a-ti fi rusine sa vorbesti la un microfon....de fata cu persoana cu care stai in camera, cu care iti imparti totul, persoana pe care o iubesti...mi se pare de-a dreptul fascinant...mi-ar place sa fac totusi cercetari in anumite domenii...mi-ar place sa nu fiu nevoita sa invat chestii aiurea si sa le stiu de la sine, de exemplu programe de editat poze, e nasol sa le inveti, nu? Eu prefer the easy way out, prefer sa ma nasc cunoscatoare de tot... ar fi cel mai bun lucru, societatea ar avea foarte mult de castigat, nu ar mai investi nimeni in invatamant si banii s-ar duce la copiii din Africa muritori de foame, sau la aurolaci sau de ce nu ...oriunde...oricum.....hmmm....am citit odata o poveste mijto in legatura cu aurolacii care ne populeaza canalele...nu cele de la televizor, ei cica au perspectiva, ci chiar cei care dorm cu capul pe cainii morti din Bucuresti, capitala noastra ilustra, care duhneste efectiv a cultura...cu miros de prenandez si noroi inchegat...de la Rusi vine ploaia...
Povesti cu zane si flori aruncate pe o podea jegoasa, unde zanele sunt de fapt prostituate cu 3 copiii acasa pe care nu si-i permit sa ii creasca, pe care i-au facut accidental la varsta de 14 ani, cand au avut primul gang bang cu ocazia zilei de nastere. Da, tripleti, nu are sens, mooooovin' on....
Florile....florile sunt flori, sunt frumoase si ne imbogatesc viata, ne arata ca viata exista si intr-o chestie care nu misca, nu respira, nu are sange sau suflet....asta pentru amatorii de lucruri inutile verzi sau multicolore....mie nu imi plac. Le vars pe podea, le ard cu sange rece si totusi nu ma simt deloc o criminala. ele nu sunt lipsite de ajutor, noi le-am luat privilegiul de a creste in voie, le-am inchis intr-o colivie stupida si le plangem acum de mila...se descurcau ele si singure in mediul lor natural, avand soarele si ploaia si poate o campie intinsa unde sa pralavageasca cu toate rubedeniile lor, pentru cata vreme or vrea. Ce tristi suntem....ce groaznic.
Podeaua nu e nimic altceva decat pamantul de sub picioarele noastre pe care il creem noi din noroiul prin care am trecut in aceasta viata....ma ascund sub pietre acum.

Nu.....