tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85566059588352779242024-03-21T10:08:09.260-07:00Eu nu existScrieri din adolescențăUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger94125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556605958835277924.post-82994301457237374522019-05-30T05:22:00.000-07:002019-05-30T05:22:03.284-07:00This is for the crazy ones, for the desperate, for the shielded, for those who are afraid, for those in need of help..."You have three walls of protection and one of sarcasm around you. Sometimes you should cut the bullshit!" - the things you said to me in mid autumn craze.<br />
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You never realize how shielded you are until someone points it out to you. Points out how crazy you are in fact and how much you are in need for someone to save you<br />
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I told you that I don't know how I got like this. I told you that sometimes I try to say somethings but they will always get stuck at the bottom of my neck. I told you all these stuff and I believed some of them . Until the point you told me that I am full of bullshit. And I believed that this couldn't possible be true because even though I lie to those around me I would never lie to myself. I would never lie about my happiness and I would never lie to myself about my sadness..<br />
Little did I know that most of all I lied to myself. Because in the process of making the people around me believe my fake feelings I fooled myself included up until the point of a break down.<br />
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I was programmed to feel this way. I was programmed to never show my feelings or my thoughts.<br />
You make it sound so easy. "You just have to open yourself, you just have to make yourself vulnerable so that people can connect with you. You just have to open up."<br />
Opening up, after living in a family where the last thing you can do is open up is impossible to do just with a *click*. Sometimes people can be trained to feel or to act a certain way.<br />
I was trained not to show anything I feel.<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556605958835277924.post-68930373106679638652019-05-30T05:20:00.000-07:002019-05-30T05:35:03.972-07:00Introduction 2.0<span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: large;">I had a mental breakdown at nineteen. </span><br style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: x-large;" /><br style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: x-large;" /><span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: large;">The most intriguing fact for me was that nobody seemed to understand what was going on. Hell, not even I was understanding. This will tell you the level of stress these so called "millennials" are exposed to. Millennials (also known as Generation Y), wikipedia tells us, "are the demographic cohort following Generation X. (...) </span><br style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: x-large;" /><span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: large;">Most researchers and commentators use birth years ranging from </span><br style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: x-large;" /><span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: large;">the early 1980s to the early 2000s." </span><br style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: x-large;" /><br style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: x-large;" /><span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: large;">We are living under constant social and political pressure and economical instability, so no wonder we are a mess. And yes, I know that the generations before us had it worse but that doesn't mean we are not under a lot of continuous stress. The context is not the same, the issues are not the same so I think the level of comparison shouldn't even exist. </span><br style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: x-large;" /><br style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: x-large;" /><span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: large;">When my mother was my age, she for starters, had already a job, a house, a husband and a kid on the way. She didn't have all things figured out but she still had to do it because that's what everybody was doing at the time. She had another kind of pressure to face. When you have those examples from the past and then you look around and see whats going on how do you know which is the right way to go? </span><br style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: x-large;" /><br style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: x-large;" /><span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: large;">I spent nineteen years in my home, with my parents. I spent 20% of my life under constant protection and indication of what is good and bad with no prospect of what is going to happen once I grow up.</span><br style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: x-large;" /><br style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: x-large;" /><span style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: large;">Imagine waking up one day receiving blows from every direction and this bundle of information just falls on you and you are not prepared on how to handle it and you do not have anybody tell you that this is good and this is bad. So you just stop.</span><br style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: x-large;" /><br style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: x-large;" />-------------------------------<br style="font-family: times, "times new roman", serif; font-size: x-large;" /><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">And I didn't know how to handle it. Instead I choose to believe that I was sleeping that much because I liked sleep a lot, I didn't want to go outside the dorm room because I was just too lazy to dress up, I didn't have energy because I wasn't eating properly. I was eating crappy food because I was too lazy to cook, I didn't want to interact with people just because I was because slightly anti-social. I started drinking because of the social surroundings.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">To sum it up. I was lying to myself and I realized it only after I got over some of it and mainly, only today, after almost 5 months did I read by mistake an article about mental breakdowns and realized how much of an idiot I was. Constantly lying to myself and telling myself "You are fine, you are just tired, today you'll get out of the house"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Until then, the people I was living with at the time were just thinking that I am a messy, good for nothing person. And nobody saw anything wrong with the whole situation considering that they knew me before this started. They knew me when I was this active, go-lucky, active person and saw nothing wrong with the fact that I wouldn't get out of the house. I don't blame them. We were strangers.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Still, as a piece of advice when you see someone who was a person full of energy and all of a sudden she/he turns to have such a hard time living just stop from what you are doing and ask "Do you want to talk about things? What's going on?" And don't believe them when they say "Hehe, I am ok. Don't worry!" Just keep a close eye on them because it really sucks when you are far from home and you have nobody near you...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">You see me everyday.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">I am usually that girl who sits by herself in class or that girl who doesn't know how to open or continue a conversation and always (but always) is going to be an awkward silence while speaking with somebody mainly becauseshe does something or says something so outrageously silly that you just give up on the conversation and wait to get away from her.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Yeah, I am that girl. It kinda sucks, doesn't it?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">I bet you know at least one girl just like that.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">And let me tell you some things about myself. I dress funky because I really like thrift shops and there I can find a lot of clothes or shoes that I find gre at to wear. Because of that I kinda stand out in a crowd.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">I find it really hard to get out of bed in the morning because I like to sleep more than the usual amount. After I wake up I am just a zombie until I wake up. I dress up and run to college. At college I just choose to sit somewhere in the back with my headphone on and doing my homework because I am too lazy to do it at home. I am studying two different specializations. I am currently studying arts - graphic design and economics. I am involved in a international organization and a student organization at the moment. At the same time I try to have some time for myself just so that I don't go crazy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"> I used to think I am smart but I am not that smart. I don't think so anymore. I am afraid of public speaking and I don't know how to express myself. I get panicked easily and that's why I am starting to speak at an alarming rate, getting off the subject most of the time. I am not the most organized person ( an interviewer said that I was neither organized in my thoughts nor my things) so yeah</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">I should get some order in my life. Is pretty chaotic right now.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">I like to take walks by myself because it empowers me and gives me confidence. I don't consider myself attractive because I don't know how to act sexy or how to act at all interesting or interested. I don't know how these kinds of things work so I just don't get involved most of the times.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">So, hi!</span><br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556605958835277924.post-39465720733509499252019-05-30T05:10:00.000-07:002019-05-30T05:10:02.146-07:00unread letter -mourn me I don't want to hurt you<br />
or leave you hurting<br />
or feel hurt because of me<br />
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But, baby, if I were to leave<br />
Mourn me<br />
at least a little bit<br />
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I want you to taste my lips<br />
and miss my embrace<br />
I want you to have convesations<br />
with me<br />
in your head<br />
because i am not there anymore<br />
I want you to feel<br />
the fact that i am gone<br />
at least that how will you<br />
honor my feelings for you<br />
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I want you to not be able to tell<br />
a certain joke<br />
because that would remind you of how much<br />
i laughed<br />
and my laugh<br />
of my laugh<br />
you liked to make me laugh<br />
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I want you to not be able to a certain bench<br />
because<br />
that would remind you of how I hold you<br />
when you were sad<br />
You were sad<br />
and I was there for you<br />
and you liked that i can be there for you<br />
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I want you not to be able to smoke<br />
a certain brand of ciggars<br />
because that s what i smoked<br />
and the taste of them would remind you<br />
the taste of me<br />
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I want you to pass by a girl<br />
and smell coconuts<br />
and turn around hoping that<br />
it was me passing by.<br />
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Mourn me.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556605958835277924.post-5049162501179019592019-05-30T05:07:00.003-07:002021-10-11T04:30:13.393-07:00About loveLove is just a word until someone comes along and gives it meaning.<br />
~ Anonymous<br />
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I've never considered love </div>
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as such a difficult thing to feel</div>
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I've never though that saying </div>
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three words to someone </div>
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will have such a heavy </div>
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meaning and if i were to scale them</div>
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they would be heavier than the sun</div>
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and they make holes</div>
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in our hearts </div>
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and would leave us mute </div>
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and silenced</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556605958835277924.post-87802552884540449232019-05-30T05:07:00.002-07:002019-05-30T05:07:59.099-07:00Promisesi made a promise<br />
<br />
when the first snow<br />
started to fall,<br />
That I am going to tell you<br />
how i feel about you<br />
the moment snow starts<br />
to fall<br />
the same way i fell for you<br />
Slowly and then all at once.<br />
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Ever since that moment<br />
it hasn't snowed<br />
not even at all<br />
not even a little bit<br />
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Now I am thinking that maybe<br />
The reason there is no snow falling<br />
is because<br />
you should never<br />
find out how i feel<br />
and you should never see<br />
how vulnerable i could be<br />
when there are 2-3 words<br />
that should we spoken<br />
<br />
Maybe fate brought us together for a reason<br />
Maybe we have a lot to learn<br />
from each other<br />
Maybe both of us have to grow<br />
and we have to accept<br />
who we are<br />
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I am afraid of us.<br />
and that we don't have a future together.<br />
and that i have feelings for you<br />
and that i might accept<br />
any bullshit you might pull<br />
on me.<br />
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Fuck!<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556605958835277924.post-46204437620264933102019-05-30T05:03:00.000-07:002019-05-30T05:03:16.865-07:00Vara meaVara anului 2012 a fost o vara sumbra. O vara in care pana si cea mai mica raza de speranta s-a stins in incercarile noastra zadarnice de a ridica din cenusa un imperiu adus la pamant de giganti.<br />
Lasand fabulatiile deoparte. Vara anului 2012 a fost chiar trista. Fiind obisnuiti ca in fiecare an sa avem parte de o vara pe cinste alaturi de oameni grozavi am fost cu totul si cu totul dezamagiti in momentul in care am aflat ca sursa noastra de distractie pe vara respectiva a fost total eliminata din peisaj.<br />
Ne-am revoltat, ne-am razvratit, am semnat petitii , tot ce putea face un grup restrans de oameni pentru a pune din nou pe picioare tabara. Am considerat ca totul era injust, ne-am simtit lezati de dreptul de a ne afirma in cadrul unei tabere de arta. Am incercat sa protestam , sa ne facem auziti dar se pare ca glasul nostru a fost prea mic.<br />
Spre bucuria noastra anul acesta avem ocazia sa retraim inca o data experienta taberei de arta. Eu am fost una dintre persoanele care a avut norocul sa particpe in cadrul acestei tabere doi ani la rand . Pot recunoaste cu mana pe inima ca atunci cand am calcat pragul acestei tabere eram o amatoare in tot ceea ce tinea de arte ( in acelasi timp nu pot pretinde ca acum as fi mai mult). O tabara de asemenea anvergura m-a ajutat sa scot la suprafata ceea ce nu credeam ca detin in primul rand si anume determinarea de a lucra pentru a imi atinge un tel. Aceasta tabara mi-a dat un tel.<br />
In primul meu an in care am participat eram o persoana foarte nesigura pe propriile mele abilitati artistice. Cunostintele mele legate de artele plastice erau medii si nici nu se puteau compara cu cele ale unui elev care provenea de la un liceu de arta. Bineinteles , am avut insecuritatile mele. Dar pe parcursul zilelor petrecute alaturi de niste oameni care au stiut sa te faca sa te simti parte din ceva am ajuns sa ma pot exprima liber prin arta. Tabara George Apostu te modeleaza intr-un om cu simt artistic dezvoltat. Prin activitatile intreprinse am ajuns sa socializam, sa facem legaturi si ajungem sa ne putem baza pe parcursul a cateva zile pe o mana de oameni in care ne-am putut lasa toata increderea ca ne vor ajuta. Primul meu an a fost ca un an de instruire. <br />
Pentru mine , copil crescut la mama acasa, primul an fusese o experienta de neuitat in care m-am luptat cu tantarii si strangeam de cearsafuri ca sa ma incalzesc in noptile de la Valea Budului. In doar cateva zile am fost invatata o multitudine de noi tehnici.<br />
In al doilea an pot spune ca stiam deja ce va urma. Nu mai eram aceeasi copilita nesigura si am venit in aceasta tabara stiind ca voi reintalni niste oameni dragi mie. In al doilea ani mi-am consolidat multe cunostinte din domeniul artelor plastice . Am invatat cum se lucreaza un mozaic si am avut ocazia sa invat noi tehnici si indeledniciri. Distractia nu a lipsit nici un moment pe tot parcursul taberei si sa nu uitam de mancarea exceptionala ca la mama acasa care ni se ofera la cantina si aici aduc multumirile de rigoare personulului taberei care a avut intotdeauna grija sa avem cele de cuviinta.<br />
Am dus dorul taberei deoarece devenise o activitate pe care stiam ca trebuie sa o repet in fiecare vara. E mult mai mult decat o simpla tabara de arta. E o tabara in care noi ne dezvoltam ca oameni si devenim o baza solida a societatii.<br />
Suntem si vom fi merem mandri ca am facut parte dintr-un asemenea grup select de oameni cu care am putut impartasi experiente de neuitat.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556605958835277924.post-72497399413248130662019-05-30T05:00:00.000-07:002019-05-30T05:00:13.798-07:00Joc de copiiIn capul meu intotdeauna avem conversatii imaginare. In totdeauna in acelasi loc , pe o banca la apus de soare . In intunericul care se lasa usor ,usor pe nesimtite apoi deodata.<br />
Stam pe o banca subreda si martora a atator generatii, plina de inscriptii si declaritii de dragoste , codificari si alte cele. Stam, doar noi doi. Sunt la un capat de lume. Nimeni nu trece , nimeni altcineva nici macar nu exista .Suntem doar noi doi pe o banca , in linistea serii . O liniste cumva incomfortabilas si cumva terifianta prevestitoare de rau . O liniste rece.<br />
Ma privesti cu ochi flamazi si te infrupti din fiecare cuvant al meu. Eu nu am stare. Niciodata nu am cand sunt langa tine. Ma ridic si incep sa ma plimb pe bordura de langa noi. Cu pasi mici , ca un joc de copil , fara sa calc inafara bordurii , umbrele danseaza cu mine si tu ma privesti . Luna iese inainte ca unul dintre noi sa scoata vre-un cuvant. Suntem singuri si totusi impreuna.<br />
Ma opresc din jocurile puerila si ma uit la luna. Caci acesta e singurul lucru recomfortant .<br />
- Crezi ca ma cunosti?<br />
- Da.<br />
- Atunci lasa-ma sa iti spun ca te inseli ! Ma privesti cu o privire surprinsa. Ce stii despre mine? Doar ce ti-am permis sa vezi. Stii o singura parte din mine si anume : partea care iti permite orice remarca fie ea obscena sau de alta natura .<br />
Tacere.<br />
-Ah! M-am inselat , defapt, stii doua parti din mine : prima de care ti-am spus si a doua fiind cea care iti impartaseste toate teoriile existentiale. Nu mi-am luat ochii de la luna nici o secunda.Luna scoate la iveala din noi ceva tribal.<br />
-Nici tu nu stii nimic despre mine!<br />
- Aici te inseli , dragul meu! Pentru ca , de fiecare data, ti-am sorbit fiecare detaliu care tinea de viata ta , de personalitatea ta , de tine.<br />
-Nu ma cunosti nici pe jumatate.!<br />
- Stiu indeajuns. Si oricum stiu mai multe decat stii tu. Ce fiinte nesemnificative suntem. Priveste marea de stele si pierde-te in ele. Cum poti afirma ca ma cunosti?<br />
Ma privesti admirativ si incriminatoriu in acelasi timp. Intotdeauna sunt rece fata de tine in gandurile mele. Intotdeuna sunt puternica si neinfricata in capsorul meu . Dar in realitate.<br />
-Esti intr-adevar diferita!<br />
- As vrea eu. Era o vreme cand intr-adevar credeam ca sunt . Dar apoi am realizat ca sunt mai comuna decat ai crede.<br />
-Dar nu gandesti ca restul. Esti speciala!<br />
-Chiar deloc. Toata lumea gandeste ce gandesc eu dar poate intr-un fel sau altul au un alt mod de a-se exprima. Sunt comuna. Mediocra chiar. Simt ca toti si fac aceleasi lucruri mondene ca toti. Nu sunt speciala. Sunt eu , si atat.<br />
- Esti speciala in ochii mei.<br />
O replica pe care as fi vrut sa o aud de pe buzele tale frumoase de atatea ori .<br />
Reincep jocul copilaresc de pe bordura . Nu ma pierzi din ochi. Ma urmaresti cu privirea si atat.<br />
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La revedere.<br />
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Ma intorc.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556605958835277924.post-40366526671385815282019-05-30T04:57:00.001-07:002019-05-30T04:57:29.584-07:00Dezechilibru AnestezicLuni intregi au trecut de cand nu ti-am scris. Cuvintele m-au impiedicat si am incercat sa uit de tine, de durere si de cicatrici .<br />
.. dar pe cine incerc sa pacalesc. Oricat m-as lupta tu vei fi acolo. O pata in trecutul meu, o pata afurisita care se raspandeste, un virus, o boala, un parazit.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556605958835277924.post-72698218956555025902016-02-27T03:55:00.000-08:002019-05-30T04:29:51.609-07:00povestesuntem oameni,<br />care<br />visam iluzoriu<br />și ne propunem să scăpăm<br />adevăruri<br />doar<br />când soarta ne face<br />să ne simțim<br />oameni mari.<br /><br />ei, voi, noi<br />plimbăm de o sfoară<br />realitatea<br />și când scapă<br />din captivitate,<br />ne trezim<br />și spunem<br />mâine.<br /><br /><br /><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556605958835277924.post-32484538811241410982015-12-10T13:54:00.000-08:002019-05-30T04:29:53.133-07:00ce număr porți?<h3 class="post-title entry-title" itemprop="name" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; margin: 20px 0px 0px; position: relative;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 21px;">dacă eu aș fi fost în papucii tăi ,</span></h3><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-7316782555647085669" itemprop="description articleBody" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px; position: relative; width: 640px;"><span style="background-color: white;">aș fi oprit lumea în loc<br />și</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">aș fi pus pauză timpului.<br />M-aș fi desprins de carne<br />doar</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">să fiu acolo<br />pentru tine.<br /><br />dacă </span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">eu aș fi fost în papucii tăi,<br />nu ceream motive<br />pentru care ochii mei î</span><span style="background-color: white;">ndrăznesc</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">să caute ochii tăi.<br /><br />dacă</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">eu aș fi fost în papucii tăi<br />aș fi fost acolo.<br /><br />dar eu nu mai am loc.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556605958835277924.post-73167825556470856692015-11-30T16:07:00.003-08:002019-05-30T05:22:57.795-07:00ce numar porti?daca eu as fi fost in papucii tai ,<br />
as fi oprit lumea in loc<br />
si as fi pus pauza la timp<br />
si m-as fi desprins de carne<br />
doar sa fiu acolo<br />
pentru tine.<br />
<br />
daca eu as fi fost in papucii tai,<br />
nu ceream motive<br />
pentru ca ochii mei indraznesc<br />
sa caute ochii tai.<br />
<br />
daca eu as fi fost in papucii tai<br />
as fi fost acolo.<br />
<br />
dar eu nu mai am loc in papucii tai.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556605958835277924.post-35222120914196154642015-11-30T15:57:00.000-08:002019-05-30T04:29:53.490-07:00ia-ti controldaca am povesti<br />despre noi<br />ce final am pune?<br /><br />Eu te vad.<br />Tu inca iti faci control<br />oftalmologic.<br /><br />Eu te aud<br />Tu inca esti<br />la ORL.<br /><br />Eu te simt<br />Tu esti programat<br /> la neurolog.<br /><br />sa nu simti, sa nu vezi, sa nu auzi<br />amani diagnosticul...<br /><br />ma vezi?<br />ma auzi?<br />ma simti?<br /><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556605958835277924.post-80260616396192557272015-11-30T15:50:00.000-08:002019-05-30T04:29:53.700-07:00fericireti-ai lasat amprenta<br />in emotii<br />statute la cald<br />pana au facut gramezi<br />de viermi<br />pe care i-am maturat<br />la corbiUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556605958835277924.post-76887409668698161012015-11-24T15:39:00.000-08:002019-05-30T04:29:53.909-07:00obiceiurine-am facut un obicei<br /><div>din a depana amintiri</div><div>de ieri</div><div><br /></div><div>poate pentru ca</div><div>nu a mai ramas </div><div>altceva </div><div>de spus</div><div>decat</div><div><br /></div><div>lucruri </div><div>ce nu au fost </div><div>spuse atunci</div><div><br /></div><div>-iertare-</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556605958835277924.post-83075308613752481692015-11-10T15:49:00.000-08:002019-05-30T04:29:54.409-07:00Spune-mi<div style="text-align: center;">Mi-ai spus să-ți spun </div><div style="text-align: center;">dar nu puteam să pot.. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><<Vorbește-mi în culori >></div><div style="text-align: center;">-ai spus-</div><div style="text-align: center;">Și ți-am desenat hărți </div><div style="text-align: center;">în culori aprinse,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Poate prea aprinse </div><div style="text-align: center;">căci ți-am ars </div><div style="text-align: center;">corneea </div><div style="text-align: center;">și nu mai m-ai putut </div><div style="text-align: center;">auzi. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ți-am desenat </div><div style="text-align: center;">manual de utilizare, </div><div style="text-align: center;">în caz de pericol,</div><div style="text-align: center;">dar erai </div><div style="text-align: center;">discromatopsic.</div><br /><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556605958835277924.post-59230526122494643352015-11-08T14:46:00.000-08:002019-05-30T04:29:54.619-07:00amalgamPământul iese-n față,<br />peste asfaltul biruit.<br /><br /><<Copilul nimănui>><br />Cu un ceas înaintea zorilor<br />sluji țara,<br />până când îi muri și iar îi învie<br />în zvâcniri de invidie,<br />trupul și sufletul<br />mereu ciuruite..<br /><br />Acele reci mâini<br />sângerânde,<br />ale acestui <<cineva>><br />îmbătrânesc în concesii...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556605958835277924.post-2149655992413270982015-11-05T13:59:00.000-08:002019-05-30T04:29:55.118-07:00tu în tine eu<br />în mine tu.<br /><br />Dacă tu ai fi aici<br />eu,<br />Aș culege zâmbete<br />tâmpe,<br />care cad la prima briză<br />de toamnă,<br />de pe fețele<br />oamenilor...<br /><br />Le pun în saci,<br />să am de rezervă<br />pentru zile negre<br />sau<br />pentru la iarnă..<br /><br />căci noi doi<br />vom fi doi noi.<br /><br />dar, vom avea provizii..Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556605958835277924.post-6767881995064814822015-11-05T13:51:00.000-08:002019-05-30T04:29:55.328-07:00Gunoier de vociMătur străzile în lung<br />și-n lat,<br />cu paşii mici<br />ce-i târșâi cu lene<br />pe ciment.<br /><br />Mătur de pe stradă<br />voci,<br />și le arunc peste gard<br />în curţile oamenilor.<br />Poate doar așa,<br />nu se vor mai simţi<br />triste<br />și singure.<br /><br />Oamenii au plecat.<br />Casele devin părăsite.<br /><br />vezi câte un aragaz<br />aruncat<br />în curte<br />Poate, doar poate<br />Și-or coace găinile<br />O viață..<br /><br /><br /><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556605958835277924.post-60406508263393879412015-09-16T14:42:00.000-07:002019-05-30T04:29:56.550-07:00Radio Pisiia spune-mi, pisi.<br /><br />dacă mi-aș cumpăra un radio<br />al sufletului tău,<br />când aș schimba<br />frecvența,<br />aș auzi zgomot static<br />sau aș prinde<br />posturi străine?<br /><br />Sau frecvența ta e pe aceeași undă cu a mea?!<br /><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556605958835277924.post-34361443253808765512015-09-15T15:36:00.000-07:002019-05-30T04:29:56.760-07:00Nuci<div dir="ltr">Ne frângeam sufletele<br />Așa cum, copii fiind,<br />Spărgeam nuci<br />Cu mâinile goale.</div><div dir="ltr"><br /></div><div dir="ltr">Ne pătam <br />și ne răneam până în carne.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556605958835277924.post-74875041546544931892015-09-09T05:57:00.000-07:002019-05-30T04:29:56.970-07:00dor de dorîmi zgârii ochii<br />pentru că mă dor de dorul<br />ochilor tăi,<br />uitându-se cu drag<br />într-ai mei<br /><br />și îmi mușc buzele<br />pentru că mă dor de dorul<br />buzelor tale,<br />cerându-le cu râvnire<br />pe ale mele.<br /><br />îmi mănânc mâinile<br />pentru că mă dor de dorul<br />mânilor tale,<br />care nu o să le mai țină niciodată<br />pe ale mele<br /><br />și imi frâng degetele<br />pentru că mă dor de dorul<br />degetelor tale<br />care nu o să le mai simtă niciodată<br />pe ale mele.<br /><br />îmi distrug sufletul<br />pentru că mă doare de dorul<br />tău<br /><br /><br /><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556605958835277924.post-75913291195007964102015-03-18T15:59:00.000-07:002019-05-30T04:29:57.325-07:00viciidansam în cercuri infernale,<br /> în speranța<br />că lumea se rotește în<br />jurul nostru.<br />eram pierduți<br />în brațele<br />acelor de ceasornic<br />pentru că timpul<br />răsuna<br /> peste tot.<br />eram aceeași noi doi,<br />într-un cerc vicios...<br /><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556605958835277924.post-29092137562014724112015-03-17T04:17:00.000-07:002019-05-30T04:29:57.534-07:00PăcateÎn lumea păsărilor,<br />tu și eu am fost sortiți<br />să zburăm pierduți<br />și<br />să ne ardem<br />aripile de cer.<br /><br />În lumea oamenilor,<br />noi doi nu ne vom cunoaște<br />dar ne vom arde<br />tălpile pe lut încins.<br /><br />Ne vom<br />întâlni în al șaptelea cerc<br /><br />Păcatul nostru va fi că nu ne-am cunoscut la timp...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556605958835277924.post-41474511795503902112015-01-31T17:13:00.003-08:002015-01-31T17:13:47.865-08:00hai sa ne instrainam intr-o lume de straini<br />
si ne ignoram intr-o lume a ignorantei<br />
Hai sa fim perfizi intr-o lume perfida<br />
si sa fim actori intr-o lume plastica<br />
<br />
Sau hai sa ne prefacem<br />
ca ne cunoastem<br />
si ca traim<br />
si ca putem<br />
sa fim oameniUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8556605958835277924.post-71850610984824228172014-08-31T13:59:00.000-07:002019-05-30T04:29:58.189-07:00Cunoaştere<div style="text-align: center;">Scriu pe manuscrise vechi</div><div style="text-align: center;">mărturii,</div><div style="text-align: center;">secate de adevăr</div><div style="text-align: center;">şi îmbibate cu laşitatea</div><div style="text-align: center;">strămoşilor care</div><div style="text-align: center;">au lăsat moştenire</div><div style="text-align: center;">un altar al morţii,</div><div style="text-align: center;">obligându-ne</div><div style="text-align: center;">să ne urmăm soarta.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Firele roşii sângerii</div><div style="text-align: center;">ale destinului se agaţă</div><div style="text-align: center;">în paşii încurcaţi şi ameţiţi</div><div style="text-align: center;">ai celui ce calcă pe trupuri inerte.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Confuz, striveşte istoria cadavrelor,</div><div style="text-align: center;">şi cu paşii lui -</div><div style="text-align: center;">de parcă în căutarea sa</div><div style="text-align: center;">îşi prezintă ultimul dans</div><div style="text-align: center;">neîndemânatic -</div><div style="text-align: center;">se îndtreaptă spre momentul în care</div><div style="text-align: center;">şi el</div><div style="text-align: center;">asemeni altora</div><div style="text-align: center;">să se alăture celor</div><div style="text-align: center;">a căror poveste şi-a spus cuvântul.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Caută şi nu găseşte</div><div style="text-align: center;">sicriu pentru cunoaştere,</div><div style="text-align: center;">căci ea învie,</div><div style="text-align: center;">cu puterea ei,</div><div style="text-align: center;">şi strămoşi şi laşitate</div><div style="text-align: center;">şi destin şi fire încurcate</div><div style="text-align: center;">şi cadavre şi istorie</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0