Imnul lunii martie

" I wanna take you somewhere so you know I care

But it's so cold and I don't know where
I brought you daffodils in a pretty string
But they won't flower like they did last spring
And I wanna kiss you, make you feel alright
I'm just so tired to share my nights
I wanna cry and I wanna love
But all my tears have been used up

On another love, another love
All my tears have been used up

And if somebody hurts you, I wanna fight
But my hands been broken, one too many times
So I'll use my voice, I'll be so f*cking rude
Words they always win, but I know I'll lose

And I'd sing a song, that'd be just ours
But I sang 'em all to another heart
And I wanna cry I wanna learn to love
But all my tears have been used up

On another love, another love
All my tears have been used up..."

A venit luna martie cu noi provocari, staying alive! Progreseaza! Gooooooooo Mada!

Uneori ma intreb cum am putut atat de mult sa traiesc in trecut. Now it's over. Prezentul, mai mult ca prezentul si viitorul.

Am plans, m-am dat cu fundul de pamant, apoi am fost la cumparaturi : carti, haine, esarfe, pantofi, cool stuff...whatever makes you feel better! Apoi am facut un pic de cs. Apoi m-am apucat de invatat.

If it makes you happy, than why the hell are you so sad?

Acum iubirea mea a imbatranit, s-a maturizat, uneori aveam obiceiul sa ma gandesc cum ar fi fost daca...era ca un ritual. Dar marinarului ii sta bine numai cu marea iar calatoarei ii sta bine cu drumul. Little by little we've grown up and apart. It was always supposed to be like that. We've just needed to accept it. Acum suntem multumiti cu vietlie noastre paralele care se intersecteaza ocazional, in loopinguri complicate ca un urias filigram.

Din pamant in pamant.
Din suflet pentru suflet din mana deschisa cu ochiul aprins al iubirii vom face un arbore al vietii pe care vom desena cicatricile inimii noastre.

Baba mea e pe 8 !

try

"why do we fall in love so easy?
even when it's not fine.

but just because it burns
it doesn't mean that you'll die
you got to get up and try..."

Revin la P!nk. Imi amintesc inca prima caseta care a facut praf urechile alor mei si butonul de rewind al radio casetofonului nostru SHARP :) 18 wheeler, dear diary, lonely girl, missunderstood... Intotdeauna mi-a placut stilul ei si faptul ca she didn't have to fake it. Iar videoclipul asta este arta pura. Atatea semnificatii in acest dans visceral incat te ia cu fiori. Eu cred ca m-am uitat la video cam o ora, prima oara, over and over again, it's hypnotic!

Introducing ( although she doesn't need further introductions) :

I remember you

time after time you were there for me.
ratacirile fetei nesabuite.
I can be so mean if I wanna be, I am capable of really anything.
Can't you tell that this it's just a contest : the one who'll won is the on who hits the hardest, but baby I don't mean it!
Time after time.
I forgot to say out loud how beautiful you really are to me!
Pantaloni stramti, tocuri, parul in vant, gene rimelate si pleoape colorate.
Adori sa conduci masina; smells like...victory.
Strudel cu mere impletit cu vise si sperante desarte.
Desaga cu iluzii golita la tine in perna, ca sa reusesti si tu sa dormi noaptea.
Un copil minunat pe nume Oscar.
Atunci cand ai ceva nou si iti place de mori, numai ca nu mori ci te trece un fior de placere nemasurata din crestet pana in varful degetelor de la picioare.
He's cool news and I smell like troubles and Daisy.
Nu exista nici un miros pe lumea asta care sa egaleze un parfum Daisy proaspat deschis. Nu exista si gata!
Cel mai bun creion dermatograf de oki negru ramane tot Ada.
I won't forget you, my friend, if someone said 3 years from now you'll be long gone I'd stand up and punch him around. But I keep your memory, you'll visit me in my sleep!
Sorcova vesela, vesela o fi a a ta!
Va las cu Mefisto ( nu, nu cu super firma de pantofi care are pantofi atat de frumosi incat iti vine sa plangi de fericire, cand ii vezi) adica...Dracul...adica Toma Caragiu :D

Et voila :

p!nk

underneath the marks of my tattoo
I try to hide the scars from you



dear, dear diary...
dady's little girl but he went away
what did he teach me?
that love goes away



seems like I have the whole world
craddled in my hand
but it is just so like me no to understand



preferata mea
Do you even know who you are?
I guess I'm trying to find...
A falling star or a superstar?
I want to be a star!



I might be the way everybody likes to say...
always on the wrong track searching for the right track
but are you getting all the tracks that I'm lying down for you?





AND I SWEAR YOU'RE JUST LIKE A PILL
INSTEAD OF MAKING ME BETTER
YOU KEEP MAKING ME ILL