joi, 28 decembrie 2017


Mi-e dor de tine bun si bland, care visa cu mine, care imi dadea mult elan, care radea mult cu mine, care facea dragoste cu mine, care isi creiona viitorul pe giggles cu mine. Mi-e dor de A. asta pe care il tii prizonier.

joi, 24 martie 2016

If dreams are real

If dreams are real
that it feels as if light is touching the day
It's got something of life
in this moment where it seduces me
The strength, it turns into
And say, can you feel it

We can see endlessly far, up on the clouds, enchanted
Yearning unites, carries us without borders

It'd only be half as beautiful
if it didn't bear that sweet scent of curiosity within
I so would love to search
whether there are others in this world
I can already see what lies ahead of me

We can see endlessly far, up on the clouds, enchanted
Yearning unites, carries us without borders

You know yourself already how far
the sun reaches the sea
Thoughts joined, it's gonna be easy
to see when it touches you

We can see endlessly far, up on the clouds, enchanted
Yearning unites, carries us without borders

We can see endlessly far, up on the clouds, enchanted.

miercuri, 28 octombrie 2015

Prea tarziu

Si poate ca n-am fost acolo cand trebuia
Poate ca n-avea rost sa ne certam asa
E tarziu sa-ti vorbesc
Dar eu inca te mai iubesc

luni, 27 iulie 2015


by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream — and not make dreams your master;
If you can think — and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings — nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,

sâmbătă, 25 iulie 2015


Când marea turbează de valuri împinsă
Şi-şi scutură coama de spume şi vânt,
Când nori-alung ziua din lumea cea plânsă,
Când tunete cânt;
Atunci printre nouri, prin vânt şi prin unde
O rază de aur se toarce uşor
Şi-n fundul sălbatec al mărei pătrunde
Prin vânt şi prin nor.
Ce caută raza din ceruri venită,
Din galbena steauă ce-aleargă prin cer,
Ce caută-n mare, în noaptea-i cernită
Und-razele pier?
În fundul cel umed al mărei turbate,
În lumea-i noptoasă, în sânu-i de-amar,
Luceşte o steauă în piatră schimbată,
În mărgăritar.
E-amantul a stelei ce palidă trece
Şi-aruncă prin nori a ei rază de nea,
E-amantul căzut dintre stele, ce rece
În mare murea.

miercuri, 1 iulie 2015


that the thing that makes us peacefull and happy is staying true to ourselves.

luni, 15 iunie 2015


Este foarte dificil sa ai curajul sa fii tu insuti si sa te privesti - de unul singur - in toata splendoarea dezamagirii. Si sa intelegi ca, oricat de providentiala ti-ar parea intalnirea unui om, oricat de puternica e sau a ramas emotia dintre voi, realitatea se schimba. Iar lucrurile omenesti sunt, pe cat de frumoase si tumultoase, pe atat de trecatoare.