poezii minunate de la Iv cel Naiv
si o scrisoare plina de adevar.
nu sunt nici poeta, nici nationalista, am parasit tara natala si cu ea o parte din mine.
cu toate astea, eu cred in scrisoare.
" No more tears, my heart is dry
I don't laugh and I don't cry
I don't think about you all the time
But when I do – I wonder why...
One day baby, we'll be old
Oh baby, we'll be old
And think of all the storïes that we could have told..."
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marți, 16 aprilie 2013
joi, 24 ianuarie 2013
baby sitter for 16 years old me
ca sa cresc mare si increzatoare in viata, cu radacini adanc ancorate in ocean. pentru ca epavele nu mor niciodata iar furtunile renasc mereu, time after time.
once upon a time in a deep green forest...there was a girl who only had one wish : to fly away.
everything seemed unbearable at the moment : her parents, her love life, the city. she had friends and books and dreams and an education that money couldn't buy! she was a beautiful disaster or at least that's how she wanted to believe she was. at the moment, nobody told her that actually : " you don't get better than this!". everybody told her the opposite. so she always keeps a question in a dusty corner of her mind, no matter how good or bad things are : " dar daca dupa colt, te asteapta mai mult?"
so she grabs every opportunity arrives to travel. and that's a thing that she does extremely well : being a tourist! never has problems, always find friends even in the most unfamiliar places.
and one day she found that after the green, green forests is the sea! and after that the Ocean! and the pyramids, and la tour eiffel, the big ben, taipei 101, hong kong,amsterdam, brussels, copacabana, cristo redentor, cascadele iguazu and many many other wonders! it was like a giant caroussel!
they were so many wonderful moments made by wonderful people and wonderful places. of course, couch surfing helped a lot!
and then she, she, she...I don't know, kind of stopped!
'cause it ain't easy being an adult and earning your life responsibly!
if I might add only one thing I would say : Don't grow up! It's a trap!
on the other side life is different now. not worse, not better, just different. of course travelling again would be wonderful but for the moment I just pressed pause...for effect!
once upon a time in a deep green forest...there was a girl who only had one wish : to fly away.
everything seemed unbearable at the moment : her parents, her love life, the city. she had friends and books and dreams and an education that money couldn't buy! she was a beautiful disaster or at least that's how she wanted to believe she was. at the moment, nobody told her that actually : " you don't get better than this!". everybody told her the opposite. so she always keeps a question in a dusty corner of her mind, no matter how good or bad things are : " dar daca dupa colt, te asteapta mai mult?"
so she grabs every opportunity arrives to travel. and that's a thing that she does extremely well : being a tourist! never has problems, always find friends even in the most unfamiliar places.
and one day she found that after the green, green forests is the sea! and after that the Ocean! and the pyramids, and la tour eiffel, the big ben, taipei 101, hong kong,amsterdam, brussels, copacabana, cristo redentor, cascadele iguazu and many many other wonders! it was like a giant caroussel!
they were so many wonderful moments made by wonderful people and wonderful places. of course, couch surfing helped a lot!
and then she, she, she...I don't know, kind of stopped!
'cause it ain't easy being an adult and earning your life responsibly!
if I might add only one thing I would say : Don't grow up! It's a trap!
on the other side life is different now. not worse, not better, just different. of course travelling again would be wonderful but for the moment I just pressed pause...for effect!
miercuri, 16 ianuarie 2013
scrisoare
Scrisoare catre cine ar putea fi indreptatit sa o primeasca.
Intotdeauna imi voi aminti de ziua in care am luat decizia sa fac asta. Negru pe alb. Sufletul si mintea impacate. Cand am stiut ca vreau sa fac adictologie. Ca nothing compares to that. Si ca o sa fac si imposibilul ca sa ajung acolo. Chiar daca asta ma va costa multe, pe alte planuri.
Asa ca drumul facut intr-o dimineata de 15 ianuarie, pe o autostrada proaspat ninsa imi va ramane mereu intiparit in inima. Pentru ca imposibilul este prea putin cand iti doresti ceva cu adevarat. Am reusit sa ajungem intregi la Pfastatt, pentru interviu : eu, Omu' si Mona. In timp ce masinile derapau ca si saniile in jurul nostru, pe contrasens era un tir pus de travers, am reusit sa ne croim drum pana la destinatie. Unde am aflat ca PR ul e in concediu de boala si ca tb sa revenim sapt viitoare. Asa ca am facut drumul si retour. En fin. E tare frumos renovat spitalul.
Ideea este ca uneori o forta superioara ne protejeaza atunci cand trebuie.
Important e ca am ajuns.
Important e ca am o sansa si ca mingea e pe teren neutru.
Acum ramane de vazut daca o sa reusesc sa dau gol sau nu.
Sunt multi tragatori la poarta dar sper sa reusesc!
Oamenii nu inteleg cand nu tine de ei. Nu inteleg ce nu ii implica direct si nici ceva prin ce nu au trecut.
Uneori trebuie sa acceptam. Uneori esuam. Sometimes we need to let go. No love without freedom! No freedom without love!
Chiar si atunci cand nu simtim dragostea suntem inconjurati de ea. Atunci cand suntem la captaul puterilor o putem lua de la capat. Asra face diferenta dintre invingatori si invinsi. Ne scriem paginile propriei vieti. Uneori, putem scrie capitole in cartile altora. Ce autoportret mai bun de atat putem avea? Si daca suntem foarte norocosi, scriem paginile multor oameni prin actiunile noastre.
well I can't look at you this morning, maybe I should have a sign...
you've over stayed your time, sometimes's like this!
so I'll just say à la prochaine au adevarata scrisoare, cea a lui Xavier Rudd :
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