13 ganduri bune

vorbe, gesturi, fapte, lucuri...bune, de suflet :

1. curcubeul vazut la sfarsitul unei zile ploioase, de munca, in care banii au tacut

2. oamenii care se dadeau jos din masini, autostrada incremenita ca sa fotografieze curcubeul

3. prima incercare de reducere a unei luxatii de umar, reusita



4. multumiri sincere, diagnostice reusite, puterea de a zice : "Nu! Pana aici!"

5. infirmierele care alearga cu mancarea si ceaiul dupa tine

6. caldura care incepe sa vina si minunatul soara dupa cea mai lunga si gri iarna!

7. un zambet timid, un ras sincer

8. genialul balcon cu vedere la canal, rate, lebede si castori

9. o seara intre prieteni

10. oameni pierduti si regasiti

11. implinirea altora, la care ai participat un pic si tu

12. un radio bun

13. familia e familie!



I wish I could have loved you more by Candy Pain...



"...For the crown you've placed upon my head feels too heavy now
And I don't know what to say to you but I'll smile anyhow
And all the time I'm thinking, thinking

I want to be a hunter again
I want to see the world alone again
To take a chance on life again
So let me go..."

1/2

"Is it getting better? 
Or do you feel the same? 
Will it make it easier on you now? 
You got someone to blame 

You ask me to enter 
But then you make me crawl 
And I can't be holding on 
To what you got 
When all you got is hurt "

1 + 1 = 1 dar cateodata = 2

trebuie doar sa iti dai seama in ce categorie esti.

ma doar toate, in gura am un gust metalica si inima imi e uscata. un vartej de vene, artere si camere construit din frunze uscate. sangele e de mult apa. iar apa e de mult timp uscata. desert este numele tau, prietene! si vad cum merg pe sarma perfect intinsa, intr-un echilibru perfect. de dimineata vantul a suflat atat de tare incat mi-a suflat vartejul de frunze. acum am un spatiu lipsa. am inca un nimic in mine. in locul in care pana acum batea obosita inima, acum vajaie vantul. vajaie tare. il ascult noaptea, cand ar trebui sa dorm. iar dimineata ma prefac ca am dormit, ca am mancat, ca sunt bine. imi ascund cearcanele cu creion anti cearcan iar golul din piept il invelesc in haine. uneori ma uit nebuneste la ceasul de mana, il ating, ii simt ticaitul, macar asa mai simt ca inca mai bate ceva.

timpul nostru s-a scurs. iar eu nu sunt deloc pregatita de ce va urma. dar suntem vreodata?

nu e vina nimanui. nici a ta, nici a mea, nici a noastra. suntem 2 oameni singuri care s-au intersectat la un moment dat, au trait clipe minunate impreuna iar apoi incet si sigur totul s-a pierdut. neincrederea a sapta fundatia noastra subreda si soclul nostru s-a prabusit. nu este prima oara pentru nici unul dintre noi.

acum ne vom aduna frumos de pe jos, fiecare in coltul lui, ne vom reforma separat si vom merge mai departe, amandoi plecam de la intersectie dar o luam pe drumuri diferite.

Dumnezeu sa ghideze pasii nostrii spre drumuri luminoase si pline de pace. chiar daca tu, probabil, nu intelegi, eu iti doresc tot binele din lume! nu iti port pica. imi esti foarte drag dar nu in felul in care ar trebui. sper ca viata sa fie mai blanda cu tine decat a fost pana acum. si sper sa iti gasesti libertatea, pentru totdeauna.

ganduri de duminica 2

" well...I guess I`m trying to confess that I am starting to get...old??!!
All the latest music fads all passed me by and left me cold
All the kids are talking slang I won't pretend to understand
All my friends are getting married, mortgages and pension plans
And it's obvious my angry adolescent days are done
And I'm happy and I'm settled in the person I've become
But that doesn't mean I'm settled up and sitting out the game
Time may change a lot but some things may stay the same

And I won't sit down
And I won't shut up
And most of all I will not grow up
And I won't sit downAnd I won't shut upAnd most of all I yeah I won't grow up
Oh maturity's a wrapped up package deal so it seemsAnd ditching teenage fantasy means ditching all your dreamsAll your friends and peers and family solemnly tell you 
Oh when no ones yet explained to me exactly what's so great
About slaving 50 years away on something that you hate, 
about meekly shuffling down the path of mediocrity
Well if that's your road then take it but it's not the road for me...

you will Have to grow up be an adult 
yeah be bored and unfulfilled"






pentru desfatarea ochiului si a sufletului finala de tenis masculin de la Australian Open intre Muray si Djokovic...go eeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaasssssssssssssssssttttttttttttt! and the winner is Djokovic, oh yeah, oh yeah, buiaaaaaaaaaaaaa :)
musaca...am pus prea multa carne cred, da un pic pe afara sosul, fum, agitatie, un deget ars in urma micului incident caznic, I hate cooking, I really, really do! except for deserts which I love.

visez la o vacanta! mi-e dor de Romanica. banuiesc ca asta e paradoxul imigrantului: you can live in Romania but you cannot live without it. anyways, with or without you : 





vertigo, I really, really want to go to a U2 concert!!! is it getting better or do you feel the same? is it easier for you now that you have someone to blame?
another study when you should study yet...so many things to do beside that.
I want to go somewhere far far away, somewhere warm where people are happy and they know to appreciate life. somewhere where living is more important than consuming. where capitalism means nothing and love means everything. where money is nothing and hope rules. where leaders are honest and true to themselves and to the people they are ruling. I wanna go somewhere!
the truth is that...I'm scared like hell when I think that I will finish my internship in 9 months.
I wanna do Doctors without borders, I want it so bad! since like...forever! If I will not get the job in Addictology I will really consider the opportunity to do DWB. 
In the end we are what we leave behind : our work, our children, but mostly the destiny of people that we influence. And I will be old I wanna have a story to tell! Because I think that actually you are either born simple or you are born...me.
Inchei cu imaginea dragului nostru brad de Craciun care si-a naflat obstescul sfarsit vineri la ora 15, la zona de reciclare Koenigshofen, Strasbourg! R.I.P. best Christmas tree ever!

postare nefinalizata

I'll start before I can stop...

A fost o data ca niciodata, ca daca nu ar fi fost nu s-ar povesti, o furtuna.

O Furtuna in regatul care didn't gave a shit about anything.

Quoi que pe vremea Furtunii oamenii erau mai educati, mai pregatiti, mai studiosi si mult mult mult mai respectuosi decat in ziua de azi. Si oarecum constienti de ce au fost o data ca popor.

" Noi nu suntem un popor, suntem o populatie!" ( Alina Mandru)

Pana cand intr-o zi furtuna si-a luat zborul. Initial, cateva zile, apoi cateva saptamani, apoi cateva luni, apoi un an, apoi mai multi.

Caci daca lor nu le pasa, ei de ce i-ar pasa?

Si si-a gasit calmul acolo, intre nori, intre radacini, intre frunze in mlastina si in cer.

Un coleg i-a spus o data, asa, ca o prevestire :

" Ce bine de tine, tu nu ai radacini!" Normal ca nu are, e o Furtuna, care zboara mereu.

Tot zbor, tot zbor, viata-ncepe iar!

A intalnit tot felul de fiinte mitice : unicorni, satiri, sirene, fauni, elfi, monstrii, draci, ingeri, zei si mesageri inaripati. A invatat! " Invata, tata, cu atat o sa ramai!". A ascultat si nu i-a parut rau. Multumim lui zeus si herei pe aceasta cale!

Legendele Olimpului over and over again!

Electrical Storm, U2