Last kiss

Pentru ca cineva a pus o intrebare pe un blog despre cum cred omii ca e dupa moarte.

Where, oh where, can my baby be? the lord took her away from /Me. shes gone to heaven, so Ive got to be good. so I can see my baby when i/Leave this world./We were out on a date in my daddys car. we hadnt driven very far. there in/The road, straight ahead. a car was stalled, the engine was dead./I couldnt stop, so I swerved to the right. Ill never forget the sound that/Night. the screamin tires, the bustin glass. the painful scream that I heard/Last./Oh where, oh where, can my baby be? the lord took her away from me. shes gone/To heaven, so Ive got to be good. so I can see my baby when I leave this world./When I woke up the rain was pourin down. there were people standin all around./Something warm flowing through my eyes. but somehow I found my baby that night./I lifted her head, she looked at me and said. hold me darling, just a little/While. I held her close, I kissed her our last kiss. I found the love that i/Knew I had missed./Well now shes gone. even though I hold her tight. I lost my love, my life,/That night./Oh where, oh where, can my baby be? the lord took her away from me. shes gone/To heaven, so Ive got to be good. so I can see my baby when I leave this/World.

cuz she was given to fly...

Sleepy head...
Sometimes she wishes she was dead.

Or that she was a bird instead
So she could fly, high in the sky…
To be seen by no eye
To be touched by no man

Only his hand would dare to reach
And stretch through the clouds
There…
She hides behind the sun

But she was found by the man with a gun
He put a bullet in her heart
He never cared she tried so hard
To be a bird.

Sometimes is seen
An empty hand stretched high in the sky
He never knew why
She never came again.

...and a round of applause for me, please!

Look at that, people:

Helping Hand Award - Because you rock.
received from JC
http://lyricsandmaladies.blogspot.com/

I've just received an award... and it looks a lot like a red button LOL!
( related to my EVERLAST post. - you see... that dunknowhat which sometimes happens and turns it all around - well it did! :))

and for this:

“Receiving the Emblem from a seasoned blogger is a testimony to you that you're on the right track! That your voice is being heard. And there are those out here in the blogsphere that recognize your potential even if you don't. "...

i have to say THANK YOU, Joaquin !

"it's an honour and a responsibility ..." bla bla - but i'm a selfish brat, so i'll keep it for myself,

hope no one will be upset that i didn't give it forward.

Now let me play with my red button-award.

btw - what happens if i push it?...

EVERLAST

“I think I'm gonna die today

…

Everyone who hurt me's gonna pay”

Dati incoa' butonul rosu, ca il apas eu
cine ramane ultimul ( tot eu )
stinge si lumina, si ne ducem cu totii la culcare…
1000 de ani pace!
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Am unele zile in care mai ca ma bate gandu’
sa-i iert pe toti de pacate
Si sa dau verdictul final pentru rasa umana:
EXPERIMENT RATAT !

Zile din alea cand lumea parca ti-e impotriva.

Si tu incerci sa te pisi impotriva vantului...

Cam pe'acolo.

Si apoi se intampla un nustiuce :)
si imi dau seama ca n-am inteles nimik.

Si o iau de la capat. Inca mai pot…
Asta e bine.

io tot nu pricep!

cimpanzeul din stanga sunt io incercand sa imi dau seama,

o data pentru totdeauna,

ce placere gasesc oamenii in ale fumatului?!

nu, serios vorbind... ce dracu' poa' sa-ti placa la treaba asta?

recunosc, am incercat si eu sa intru in casta fumatorilor

m-a lovit sindromu' printr-a IX-a G ...

"nevoia de apartenenta la gasca" se numea.

am descoperit rapid ca tin mai mult la hainele mele

si la mirosul meu de parfum naturelle, decat la gasca!

deci prima incercare s-a soldat cu un "esec".

in facultate am avut alte preocupari,

apoi am inceput serviciul :)))

receptioner la hotel ( nici o legatura cu facultatea terminata )

-hence- a doua tentativa...

la asta am renuntat la "rugamintile" celor

obligati sa ma priveasca trecand prin supliciul fumatului.

am fost complimentata "anti-talent" in ale fumatului.

dar eu am incercat sa-mi placa! pe bune!

insa pur si simplu nu-mi dau seama ce-am pierdut!

pe cuvant de nefumator.

Mad Green

Can too much love really harm someone?
I'm damaged by the love received.
Start fixing me before it's too late...
don't hesitate
BREAKE ME!
Cuz in order to build
you have to take down first
My mind is ready to crack
soon will be nothing but ashes
Promise you'll have me...
Help me reborn
No point in living
When my soul is torn
Green is the colour
"Mad" is the word
You are my cross...

Risipa

Uneori imi pare ca ma risipesc pe mine, insasi materia umana din care sunt plamadita, in trairi efemere, pseudo-dileme, nesfarsite monologuri pline cu intrebari retorice...

"... seceta nu se abate numai asupra pamantului, cand moare iarba si tanjesc plantele si copacii, ci si asupra simtirii oamenilor, cand se ofilesc si se usuca toate sentimentele."

ei "fac risipa cu sentimente si idei..."

Risipitorii - M.P.

Facuti pentru dragoste...

Nu putem fi toti buni la toate, mi se pare logic.

Imi explica un el odata, cum unii sunt facuti pentru dragoste, altii se pricep sa faca bani, cativa sunt buni conducatori, unii sunt buni parinti, altii sunt buni prieteni, eu ma pricep de minune sa fac totul praf... am ridicat la rang de arta acest talent nativ care "m-a ajutat" sa dau gata pana acum relatii, prietenii, proiecte... si cam tot ce stiu sa incep "asa frumos" se duce naibii la fel de frumos.

Nu, "se duce" nu e bine zis, ca e impersonal, ori ce se intampla aici e foarte personal - cauza principala si de cele mai multe ori si unica, fiind exact persoana mea.

Pot eu sa ma supar pe mine???...

Intrebarea asta ramane deschisa. Pana atunci - inca imi doresc sa fi fost una din fiintele acelea care se pricep in ale iubirii, nascute pentru a iubi si a se face iubite, cred ca sigur as fi fost fericita atunci. Inca mai cred ca iubirea se poate invata. Macar cat sa trec clasa.

to just not care

It's so good to just not care...
but sometimes so hard, almost imposible.
and i'm not talking about the important stuff, u should care about those, right?

it's the little stuff that are eating us from inside out...
little worries like bugs in my brain, here's a picture that's gonna keep me awake tonight.

Just forget about it! can u? good. tonight you're gonna get some rest,
u'll care about all that another night! your worries will still be there when you'll wake up.
wish they weren't. but hey, where would they go? they're yours, right?

tough luck, lady! deal with it.
tomorrow... there's always tomorrow.
till one day...
when it'll be over.
just go to bed, and shut up!

"Leave Out All The Rest"

"I dreamed I was missing

You were so scared

But no one would listen

Cause no one else cared

…

I'm strong on the surface

Not all the way through

I've never been perfect

But neither have you

…

Forgetting

All the hurt inside

You've learned to hide so well"

:)

Why do angels die?...

She was an angel
But do angels feel love?
So she was a woman
But can a woman
Fly like a butterfly?
And swim like a dolphin?
Feel like the softest silk?
Smell like the sweetest thing?
Shine like a summer’s day?
Glow like a summer’s night?
Not just a woman
So she was not just that
Smiles as she puts one hand
On his shoulder
Whispers to him
And he knows
She was his mother
And as he watches her drifting away
He touches his shoulder
And cries to her – “Stay!…”

Life

She puts one foot before the other…
Looks scared ahead
A long and silent road…
And wonders why she even bothers
What’s there for her to find?
They say it’s not the end that matters
But what you leave behind.
People you meet…
Memories you make…
And in the end you simply find
That life is just a long way home!

She puts one foot before the other,

She'll soon be there...

no comment

"...si povestirea este intotdeauna aceeasi:
Traia odata un barbat, iar o femeie il iubea."

Jerome K. Jerome - Arta de a NU scrie un roman

Intaia iubire

Si ma iubeai pe strazi

Si te iubeam pe trepte

Si ma iubeai in versuri

Si te iubeam in proza

Si te iubeam cu teama

Si ma iubeai cu ciuda

Si te-am iubit o vreme

Si m-ai iubit un timp...

Si-am terminat liceul

Si ne-am lovit de viata!

“Beyond love there’s no belief “

LOVED (1997)

It talks about the abusive and destructive relationships and how when you love and are loved you enter in a surreal state, you are living on the edge of insanity in a way… your reality becomes a universe of two, and nothing beyond that can offer comfort or a sense of security that can support your life.
A suspended reality… that only one’s first love can create.

I remember how it felt, long time ago.
I remember, after the love was gone… how I had to learn how to walk again…
At first with fear, after that with my head bowed down… and finally … indifferent.
The stage I’m in.

2, 3, 4 fire de poveste...

"De treci codri de aramă, de departe vezi albind

Ş-auzi mîndra glăsuire a pădurii de argint."

“Acum iată că din codru şi Călin mirele iese,
Care ţine-n a lui mînă mîna gingaşei mirese.
Îi foşnea uscat pe frunze poala lung-a albei rochii,”

“Şi pe masa-mpărătească sare-un greier, crainic sprinten,
Ridicat în două labe, s-a-nchinat bătînd din pinten;
El tuşeşte, îşi încheie haina plină de şireturi:
- Să iertaţi, boieri, ca nunta s-o pornim şi noi alături.”



mirele falnic ca un brad si mireasa cu al ei alb val in cascade

au pus de nunta imparateasca in inima padurii fermecate.

eu am zis sa va trimit invitatiile… asa ca iata!

I'll always have hope

- What are you thinking about?
- You...
- What about me?
- I rarely see you… I hardly know you… but
I will miss you when you’re gone… and one day you’ll be gone… for good.
- Isn’t that what happens with everybody?
- No I wasn’t talking about
gone-gone… like
dying, but gone…
disappeared, left without a trace, without saying good bye!
- You think is better with good bye?
- No… worst! At least without good bye
I’ll still have hope…
- You’ll always have hope
- But I won’t always have you!
- You never had
- I know…

Is it really so?

o fiinta imposibila

... si daca eu nu sunt decat o fiinta imposibila, neincrezatoare, nesigura pe sine, care o da pe glume cand de fapt ar vrea sa planga - dar isi zice ca nimanui nu-i pasa de cei ce-si plang de mila?

si ma ascund in umbra viselor mele... de cine ma ascund? de ei? de mine?

si pana cand? nu o sa vina nimeni sa ma traga de maneca, vor trece peste mine razand...

am sa ma ascund mai adanc si am sa imi astup urechile. nu cer nimic. nu am cerut sa exist.

nu am cerut sa imi pese. nu am cerut sa ma doara. nu am cerut sa te iubesc cum o fac...

"si-atunci ma apropii de pietre si tac

iau cuvintele si le inec in mare

suier luna si o rasar si o prefac

intr-o dragoste mare"

Negare

Atunci i-a dat prin cap ca poate nu are sa se schimbe niciodata, ca poate asta e tot ce poate da… nu toti oamenii sunt facuti sa traiasca impreuna... mai sunt si aceia… care merg singuri pe drumul lor, indiferent cat de greu si tacut e urcusul,
indiferent cat de lung si urat e coborasul…

Un gand prea negru pe care nu-l putea inghiti din prima.
Mai intai trebuia acceptat faptul ca pentru el nu mai e nici o speranta.
Asa ceva nimeni nu poate accepta fara impotrivire.
“Nu!” isi spuse “mai e timp, inca nu a sosit clipa…”

Clipa... proverbiala clipa...

Era in negare.