Indianul

SF Cluj...2010...langa TNB

Se uita in vitrina unui fast food nou deschis,foarte shinny and squeeky denumit „Opera” datorita locatiei strategice, a cote de l`Opera... Are pene in parul lung si un profil mandru. Un nas mare,drept, taiat in piatra, o barbie proeminenta si un maxilar mandru. Are profilul asta de indian. Wait a minute, este un indian! Un indian adevarat la Cluj! How on Earth this happened? Dar ce prezenta! Te face sa te simti mic si fara scop in fata idealurilor lui , cu siguranta, marete!

Mi-ar fi placut enorm sa pot detalia aceasta amintire dar, din nefericire, este foarte blurred! Se intampla cum 2 ani si the memory fades away. E trecerea inevitabila a timpului. Memoriile vin, pleaca, se uita, se pierd, se umplu de praf si brusc nu iti mai amintesti exact de ce ai facut o alegere, de ce ai parasit pe cineva, de ce ai plecat, de ce n-ai mai stat, de ce ai ales discursul usor deplasat de sfarsit de clasa a 8a. Dar eu cred ca memoriile cu adevarat importante nu se sterg. Dar era o amintire frumoasa si, totusi, it faded away.

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Imagine preluata de aici.

once I was dreaming about tofu!

a corriger...postare nefinalizata
once upon a time in America I was dreaming about tofu.
now I`m in France and I`m dreaming abouth Shanghai.
maybe tomorrow I`ll be in Australia dreaming about living the dream!
the point is that we will always dream about something we don`t have.
maybe even we don`t need.
it`s the pressure of the society.
feel it. and then trough it away.
who are they to impose us limit? to cut our wings?
we are the children of the city. we are young, beutiful and brave. fearless. young. rebels.
we want music, freedom.



we are not afraid to shut up.
we want light and power.
motorcycles and tatoos.
leather jackets.
speed. rock. stars.
we have no limits and have no boundaries.
some roads lead nowhere.





povestea fara sfarsit...before I was myself I was Bastian in a never ending story...zburand pe spatele pufosului caine dragon!