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<a href="http://inimaverdevede.blogspot.ro/" target="_blank">Inima Verde Vede</a>Andreihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12450030419144075712noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336941403080992316.post-63190675743486183592012-02-05T00:56:00.002+02:002012-02-14T02:58:51.403+02:00Spuneti NU A.C.T.A.<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yn7-umK6wUs" width="560"></iframe><br />
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Video preluat de pe site-ul <a href="http://creativemonkeyz.com/" target="_blank">Creative Monkeyz.com</a> unde Codin explica mai bine decat as putea eu ce inseamna A.C.T.A. cu adevarat. SPUNETI <b>NU</b> A.C.T.A.!!<br />
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Semnati petitia! - <a href="http://www.avaaz.org/en/eu_save_the_internet/?fp" target="_blank">Petitie impotriva A.C.T.A.</a>Andreihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12450030419144075712noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336941403080992316.post-73628032467551915292012-01-01T00:01:00.003+02:002012-01-03T23:09:02.501+02:00Pentru o floare<div style="text-align: center;"> scrisa de Desiree</div><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Panseluta scumpa, cu gingasia ta vindecatoare,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Panseluta draga, cu frumusetea ta schimbatoare,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Panseluta iubita, cu perfectiunea ta ucigatoare,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Panseluta mica esti delicata si otravitoare,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Panseluta dulce , cu aroma de floare,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Cuvintele se-nsira pe hartie,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Incerc sa gasesc dintr-o mie de cuvinte ceva sa te descrie pe deplin,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Am un pix uituc si senil,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Lipsit de stil si amintire cata pasta-a consumat, pentru versuri de rahat,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Obosite si ciuntite, mazgalite si lovite,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Corectura-i nemiloasa, autocritica imi creaza o infecta angoasa dar,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Culmea-i ca tot el (pixul nu se lasa ) sa vrea sa scrie ceva decent, coerent<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Si e prea putin evidenta fraza simpla si alba, fara umpluturi sau podoaba,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Pixul meu cretin acum iti scrie,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Ceva pregatit doar tie,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Tie care te remarci dintr-o mie,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Mie care doare, dor pentru tie.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Doare-a dracu, panseluto,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Urme grele si adanci ai lasat draguto,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">M-ai zgariat cu eleganta ta,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">M-ai sfasiat cu frumusetea ta,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">M-ai ucis cu iubirea si perfectiunea ta.Doare, insapimanta si sfinteste <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">amintirea ta.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Demonul din mine, te uraste.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Esti ca un cult nou, la care eu acced,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Si mi-e teama si groaza, dar totusi ma reped,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Spre o religie noua care nu are rai sau iad,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Alt zeu aceasta slaveste, cu strictetea unui Jihad,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Adora o panseluta divina, <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Pe care o iubesc si ma dedic cu dragoste deplina.<o:p></o:p></div>Andreihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12450030419144075712noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336941403080992316.post-24644915899401468912011-12-28T22:46:00.000+02:002011-12-28T22:46:29.730+02:00Razboiul <br />
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Pustiu. A inceput sa ploua. Peste tot pe acest camp a ramas numai aburul sinistru al cetii si noroiul. Acel noroi negru si lipicios ce isi inghite linistit victimile... Ranitii si mortii laolalta. Acest camp sinistru... Nici nu mai stiu ce era inainte! Poate o poiana plina de flori sau o padurice unde se jucau niste copii.... Nu! Nu are cum sa fi fost ceva asa frumos. Acest camp a fost creat special pentru razboi, pentru a fi acoperit de cadavre, pentru a inghitii povestile, rasetele si lacrimile celor ce au luptat pe el. <br />
Pustiu si liniste, in aer se simte miros de ploaie si sange proaspat. Stau in mijlocul acestui camp inconjurat de trupurile camarazilor, dar si al inamicilor... Stau nemiscat si ascult ploaia, o las sa-mi spele ranile. Liniste. Prea multa si prea apasatoare pentru niste urechi obisnuite cu zgomotul razboiului, cu clinchetul infiorator al armelor si tipetele de groaza ale celor cazuti.<br />
Imi urnesc cu greu picioarele obosite, pasind atent prin noroi... Caut! Imi caut camarazii, acei <a href="http://realitateireala.blogspot.com/2011/03/ultimul-soldat.html" target="_blank">ultimi soldati</a> pe particica lor de camp. Ii caut si stiu ca ma cauta si ei... Ne gasim. Fiecare poarta cicatricile luptei sale pentru supravietuire, da, pentru asta luptam, pentru supravietuire. Unul langa altul, noi veteranii, nu putem face altceva, doar sa stam impreuna, nu trebuie sa ne vorbim, doar sa ne ascultam privirea.<br />
Pe chipul fiecaruia... 360 de lupte crancene, 360 de zile in care frica s-a amestecat cu bucuria ca a mai trecut o zi in care ti-ai castigat dreptul de a o trai pe urmatoarea. 360 de lupte istovitoare.<br />
Si am doar 5 zile sa ma odihnesc, sa-mi pansez ranile, sa-mi curat si sa-mi repar armele si armura. Doar 5 zile sa <a href="http://realitateireala.blogspot.com/2011/03/renascut.html" target="_blank">renasc</a>. Doar 5 zile pana la urmatoarea lupta. Pana la urmatoarele 360 de lupte.<br />
Imi fumez linistit tigara, imi potrivesc armura si imi trag arma aproape. In departare se aud zgomotele razboiului. Intaririle sunt aici. Urmeaza 360 de incercari. Sunt gata, sa primesc cea mai buna lovitura a inamicului... <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b>SARBATORI FERICITE!</b></div>Andreihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12450030419144075712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336941403080992316.post-47375932306680438172011-12-18T17:52:00.001+02:002011-12-28T15:17:16.580+02:00Visul...<div class="MsoNormal"> Un pahar de vin, tigari si un pix. Stau la birou, ascultand aceasi <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fe7yOccqdxI" target="_blank">melodie</a> la nesfarsit, asteptand acel gram de inspiratie puerila ce ma face sa scriu poezii. Nimic. Azi artistul neinteles din mine refuza sa munceasca. Mai iau o gura de vin si-mi mai aprind o tigara, tot nimic. O sting jumatate si ma asez nervos pe pat, sperand ca daca alung oboseala voi putea scrie ceva.</div><div class="MsoNormal"> Acelasi pahar de vin, aceleasi tigari tari si acelasi pix, cu aceasi lipsa de inspiratie. Ma las debusolat pe spatarul scaunului inchizand ochii in timp ce injur blocajul. Deschid ochii…. Nu mai sunt la birou! Speriat ma uit in jur, sunt intr-un desert inconjurat de sute de kilometri de nisip… Neintelegand ce se intampla incep sa merg, apoi sa alerg, cad… ma ridic si nu am ce face inafara de a merge mai departe. Dupa cateva ore ajung la o cladire in paragina. Intru temator, ingnorand scartaitul tipator al usii. O camera prafuita si rece, o morga. In mijlocul ei o masa de spital cu un cearceaf ce dezvaluia formele unui om. Simt un fior rece in timp ca ma intreb ce naiba cauta o morga in mijlocul desertului. Curios ma intrept spre masa si citesc eticheta agatata de piciorul drept: “Nu a putut”. Sunt confuz, indepartez cearceaful si simt cum tot sangele imi cade in picioare… EU!!! Ma vad pe masa…. Toata camera se reduce la acea masa, nu mai vad nimic altceva, sunt blocat, nu pot gandii, nu ma pot misca, nu pot vorbii, doar ma privesc stand pe masa aia rece cu ochii inchisi si prafuit. Intr-un final imi mai revin un pic si incerc sa ating “eu-ul” de pe masa… nu pot, cum am intins mana spre fruntea lui se transforma in praf si-mi simt corpul tras, aruncat, vad camera cum se mareste ca mai apoi sa se micsoreze intr-un zgomot de.. de saxofon?!</div><div class="MsoNormal"> Deschid ochii, sunt in camera mea, in patul meu. Au trecut doar zece minute. In boxe, aceasi <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fe7yOccqdxI" target="_blank">melodie</a>… Imi caut pachetul de tigari si imi aprind una. Imi las capul greu pe perna si las fumul sa-mi inunde plamanii, meditand la ce s-a intamplat… Macar am despre ce scrie!!</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"> Incerc sa-mi fac ordine in haosul gandurilor…. Cateva sticle de vin rosu zac goale pe covor, iar peste tot acelas miros singuratic de iasomie. In mijloc, o masa ale carui “decoratii” au fost aruncate salbatic pe jos! Pe ea se disting inca formele delicate ale unei… Pe birou un pahar de vin pe jumatate gol cu urme de ruj rosu…. Pe covor fantoma unor pasi timizi de vals… Acum si linistea incepe sa se transforme <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BKPoHgKcqag" target="_blank">intr-un ritm</a>, iar in <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:country-region w:st="on">usa</st1:country-region></st1:place> intredeschisa, camasa mea neagra zace sfasiata.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Buna ziua, bine ati venit!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Intrati! Nu fiti rusinosi.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Luati loc unde doriti!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Va rog, pe aici, poftiti.</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Spectacolul" va incepe in curand,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mai sunt doar cateva persoane la rand...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Trei, doi, unu, start.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Salut, sunt Andrei si v-am mintit!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Da, sunt un "demon trist"...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Va promit marea cu sarea,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dar va inec incet in valuri!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mereu "intarzii",</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nu ajung la timp cu rezultate...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Va dau ca survenir planurile mele esuate!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Salut, sunt Andrei si-ti spun ca te iubesc,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dar imi e imposibil sa-ti dovedesc.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sunt Andrei si nu stiu ce-mi doresc...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Cred ca pot face orice,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dar nu stiu de unde sa incep!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sunt Andrei si vreau sa <a href="http://realitateireala.blogspot.com/2011/04/plec.html" target="_blank">plec</a>,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Poate am sa reusesc sa ma pierd...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Salut, sa fiu "Andrei" ar fi trebuit,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dar nu am reusit!!</div>Andreihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12450030419144075712noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336941403080992316.post-74931694248433466322011-11-24T12:23:00.002+02:002011-11-25T02:28:10.957+02:00Un gand...<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ma odihnesc la umbra unui salcam</div><div style="text-align: center;">Si ascult un gand,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Adus de vant</div><div style="text-align: center;">Din vremuri indepartate,</div><div style="text-align: center;">De copilarie ajutat</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sa infloreasca.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Umpleam strazile gri</div><div style="text-align: center;">De curcubee vii...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Alergam razand</div><div style="text-align: center;">Incercand sa cucerim frunza</div><div style="text-align: center;">Si ne ascundeam </div><div style="text-align: center;">Asteptand infrigurati sa scapam turma.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ne masuram urma </div><div style="text-align: center;">Lasata de mana in nisip!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Copii ce nu stiam ce inseamna sa fii trist...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Frumos gand,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Am sa mai vin sub acest salcam.</div>Andreihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12450030419144075712noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336941403080992316.post-90147698851221972382011-11-22T01:24:00.003+02:002011-12-28T15:18:24.931+02:00Cersetor<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs4CPhGJ_cx4_SVdOrrFrtZ8oa-pINSxEJsruTMeZ37b7ALCLvm0E_IWrA-yRtmv_atddt83XU5t9U0W0KWNDqUjzxSsO4YwaQRpiVti3qov_A45DJgGkQAYxG-YxFqU_FJZvXnLdN5-Hs/s1600/Necromancer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs4CPhGJ_cx4_SVdOrrFrtZ8oa-pINSxEJsruTMeZ37b7ALCLvm0E_IWrA-yRtmv_atddt83XU5t9U0W0KWNDqUjzxSsO4YwaQRpiVti3qov_A45DJgGkQAYxG-YxFqU_FJZvXnLdN5-Hs/s320/Necromancer.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Imi urmaresc victima ca un pradator...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Rabdator, stau in coltul meu..</div><div style="text-align: center;">Toti o vor! Asa ca-i promit un curcubeu.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ajuta-ma, da-mi ochii tai sa-l gasesc!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Stai linistit, n-o sa simti ca-ti lipsesc!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Eu? Nu, nu sunt un zmeu...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Simti caldura? Te rog, transpira tu in locul meu.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ai timp? Nu-i nimic, nu intarzii!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Poftim! I-a tu demonii mei.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hei!! Unde esti? De ce trebuie sa te strig?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Aici jos e frig,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Iti iau putin aripile!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ce? Te ataca reptilele?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Stai linistit, nu musca!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Uite, intra in aceasta cusca.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tin eu cheia, ti-o dau cand cobor!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Vezi tu, uneori ma simt gol,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dar nu trebuie sa mai caut piese prin gunoi</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sa-mi repar sufletul de strigoi...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Deocamdata nu mai am pentru tine</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nici o intrebuintare,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Asa ca, adio draga Cutare...</div>Andreihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12450030419144075712noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336941403080992316.post-31670668548746033482011-06-19T01:25:00.002+03:002011-06-19T01:32:26.123+03:00Piveste Inainte!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Ce daca suferi!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ce daca plangi dupa o cauza pierduta!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Transforma-n lant acea ata</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ce te calauzeste printe munti de gheata.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Suferi? Nu-i nimic...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Este antrenament pentru speranta...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Suferi ca nu poti avea ce-ti doresti?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Bravo! Nu esti o caramida!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Strange din dinti</div><div style="text-align: center;">Si construieste-ti o piramida </div><div style="text-align: center;">Cu tine in varf!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Cauta puterea de a trai si iubi,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dorinta de a merge mai departe!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Poate suferinta este un cadou!</div><div style="text-align: center;">O incercare sa dovedesti ca faci fata</div><div style="text-align: center;">La tot ce ti-e rezervat in viata...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nu te mai uita inapoi,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tre' sa ti capu' sus</div><div style="text-align: center;">Si sa nu accepti sa fi nimicit,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Trebuie sa privesti inainte</div><div style="text-align: center;">Chiar daca te simti lovit</div><div style="text-align: center;">Trebuie sa vezi si alta parte a lucrurilor!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pana la urma esti muritor,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nu-ti da seama cand este prea tarziu!</div>Andreihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12450030419144075712noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336941403080992316.post-53792709198942013072011-06-06T00:53:00.000+03:002011-06-06T00:53:11.729+03:00Spune-mi cine sunt<div style="text-align: center;">Poate sunt prins intr-un vis,</div><div style="text-align: center;">O lumanare ce in loc </div><div style="text-align: center;">Sa lumineze s-a stins.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Poate sunt cazut in Stix</div><div style="text-align: center;">Si la acest birou</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sta un schelet cu un pix in mana,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Uitat intr-un oras parasit,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Un parazit intr-un organism</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sau urletul unui soldat</div><div style="text-align: center;">Purtat spre urechile unui doctor mort.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Te astept in acest cort</div><div style="text-align: center;">Instalat intr-o padure fantoma,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Grabeste-te, sunt in coma!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Saruta-ma, palmuieste-ma, zgarie-ma,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Doar trezeste-ma si spune-mi cine sunt...</div>Andreihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12450030419144075712noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336941403080992316.post-19695481195103373232011-04-25T02:53:00.001+03:002011-06-06T00:54:12.886+03:00Plec<div style="text-align: center;">Prins in vis si realitate</div><div style="text-align: center;">Cu inima plina de vina si regret</div><div style="text-align: center;">Trec pe langa voi si va privesc...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sper sa nu va lipsesc!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nu mai pot spune ca obosesc,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sunt la capatul puterilor,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nu mai simt protectia norilor</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sau mangaierea ploii</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ce-mi ascundea lacrimile ochilor!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Azi plec!!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Acestea-s ultimile cuvinte</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ce in jurnal le trec...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ma indepartez cu fiecare pas,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Azi va las... </div><div style="text-align: center;">In fine... poate... asa e mai bine.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Azi, imi declar razboi!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ma voi ataca cu ura</div><div style="text-align: center;">Si se va lasa cu sange.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nu! Nu plange,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mila nu-mi ajunge,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Am inceput sa obosesc</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sa gresesc mereu,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sa ma lovesc de acelasi zid</div><div style="text-align: center;">Construit de mine peste vid.</div><div style="text-align: center;">M-am saturat sa construiesc castele</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ce sfarsesc daramate de armate</div><div style="text-align: center;">Create de mintea mea.</div><div style="text-align: center;">M-am saturat de fapte</div><div style="text-align: center;">Omorate inainte de a fi nascute.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Orb, surd si mut... m-am saturat sa fiu!!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Si nu stiu ce fac gresit...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pe acelasi drum pustiu</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ma aflu indiferent de directia luata,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Parca se-ntuneca totul!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Aici e miros de cadavre, nu de brazi...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Azi, imi declar razboi!</div>Andreihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12450030419144075712noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336941403080992316.post-48919107133110318802011-03-27T04:52:00.002+03:002011-06-06T00:58:38.527+03:00Ultimul soldat<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN5qGESuBeCMfFtMX1xTcowKKxG2eOb1gQ7bDheVlfqvqAJ3r2tqGsI10o7xc2hLI8vxm1uK3lmCYiJJ4uyjZuI8Ub7MjNcTiFDhW-mnzLrHD9CMgjTJ8sc62QM5WCFNjyJVi2eUYFZ-K9/s1600/Lone_Soldier.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN5qGESuBeCMfFtMX1xTcowKKxG2eOb1gQ7bDheVlfqvqAJ3r2tqGsI10o7xc2hLI8vxm1uK3lmCYiJJ4uyjZuI8Ub7MjNcTiFDhW-mnzLrHD9CMgjTJ8sc62QM5WCFNjyJVi2eUYFZ-K9/s320/Lone_Soldier.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Linia frontului s-a schimbat,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Armata mea s-a micsorat!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Speriati, soldatii au plecat...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Am ramas inconjurat</div><div style="text-align: center;">De oameni gri,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Suflete moarte in corpuri inca vii!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nu-i nimic...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Fugiti! Inca nu-s un suflet mic,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Asa ca ma ridic pentru lupta finala,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Acum nu mai exista un razboi in doi,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nu mai exista un "noi" sau un "voi"!!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ca un ultim samurai raman</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sa lupt in ploaie si vant,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Asa ca-mi iau avant</div><div style="text-align: center;">Si atac la sigur...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Impotriva lumii, am ramas singur...</div>Andreihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12450030419144075712noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336941403080992316.post-42368563991870245482011-03-24T01:15:00.001+02:002011-06-06T00:59:22.251+03:00Baloane<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf9RLp5b9nql7O8Ijn3e6Bw6aWiSHBaR3ZaolJKmHRP_xtR83IJYnabcJlMu98MbRYgbV_iwqtzqcCFEhNVc6FWXNQXD468LC5E8iyPzMkLaP-yv_cS4_2nwbD1z5H9hX1o1svu8z5U3T9/s1600/baloane_colorate_2-1024x768.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf9RLp5b9nql7O8Ijn3e6Bw6aWiSHBaR3ZaolJKmHRP_xtR83IJYnabcJlMu98MbRYgbV_iwqtzqcCFEhNVc6FWXNQXD468LC5E8iyPzMkLaP-yv_cS4_2nwbD1z5H9hX1o1svu8z5U3T9/s320/baloane_colorate_2-1024x768.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Rotunde, ovale, subtiri...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Cate culori, atatea forme!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dau ochilor arome....</div><div style="text-align: center;">Le poti tine in brate</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sau trage, tinute-n ate.</div><div style="text-align: center;">De le mangai,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Scot sunete ciudate...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ne incanta si ne plimba</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ne spun si cand vremea se schimba!!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Colorate ca niste bomboane,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Zambiti, va rog, cu un buchet de baloane.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Andreihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12450030419144075712noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336941403080992316.post-86802171341238011722011-03-14T02:12:00.004+02:002011-03-14T02:48:22.076+02:00Pentru ea...<div style="text-align: center;">O vad,</div><div style="text-align: center;">E afara si plange...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ii vad sufletul cum se stinge!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Isi ascunde lacrimile in ploaie,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Isi cauta fericirea in noroaie...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Vrea sa-si aprinda sclipirea,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dar privirea-i nu mai are energie.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Si-a pus sperantele intr-o cutie</div><div style="text-align: center;">Si a pierdut cheia.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Plange dupa un trecut glorios,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nu poate trai in acest prezent odios. </div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Ii vad amintirile stranse,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Puse in volume prafuite!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ii vad buclele negre</div><div style="text-align: center;">Si cum culoarea lor se pierde.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ii vad ochii fara sclipire...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Si buzelele fara un zambet de uimire!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ii vad chipul cristalin</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ridat de atata chin.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nu pot..</div><div style="text-align: center;">Suferinta ei nu mai pot s-o suport!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Acum o vad... e fericita!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Lipsita de lacrimi... e divina!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Raul ii mangaie pielea fina</div><div style="text-align: center;">Si soarele ii bate in loc de inima...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Acum diamante ii sunt ochii!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Din ea radiaza fericirea,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Fluturi ii amuza privirea!</div><div style="text-align: center;">In sfarsit poate face ce vrea.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">O vad si sunt fericit!</div><div style="text-align: center;">O vad si ma bucur ca nu m-am oprit...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Bucata din mine sa vand...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pentru ultima oara o vad... pe curand!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pe rug sufletul mi l-am vandut,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Acum are tot ce a pierdut...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ma bucur ca frica nu m-a oprit,</div><div style="text-align: center;">O vad... Si sunt fericit...</div><div><br />
</div>Andreihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12450030419144075712noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336941403080992316.post-69370923616250533072011-03-12T16:19:00.006+02:002011-03-14T02:16:49.752+02:00Renascut<div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;">Ce frumos ninge afara,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr1xVdK_VFIMiC_3InwS4KTyq_gEgHOS76r6rv85nTq0d3-T2Hy8XscbL50xux0_CJNAcRY1jLxftCEm29zyS4ycWwBxRK9TQkVfFd-S_7Z7_E90QFXqZy3WiBGhFNsy-57Fjsf-_Uvgsq/s1600/Necromancer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="209" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr1xVdK_VFIMiC_3InwS4KTyq_gEgHOS76r6rv85nTq0d3-T2Hy8XscbL50xux0_CJNAcRY1jLxftCEm29zyS4ycWwBxRK9TQkVfFd-S_7Z7_E90QFXqZy3WiBGhFNsy-57Fjsf-_Uvgsq/s320/Necromancer.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">Totul atinge o stare de liniste!</div><div style="text-align: left;">Si totul se intinde alb pe pajiste.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Zilele trec calm,</div><div style="text-align: left;">Ghiocei apar prin zapada moale,</div><div style="text-align: left;">Viata reincepe la poale de munti.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Dar stai! Ce se intampla?</div><div style="text-align: left;">Imi duc mana la tampla...</div><div style="text-align: left;">O pacla se aseaza in jur...</div><div style="text-align: left;">Jur ca sunt intre vis si realitate!</div><div style="text-align: left;">Cadrave se vad departe,</div><div style="text-align: left;">Vise moarte cu anii,</div><div style="text-align: left;">Firele de iarba se transforma in cranii!</div><div style="text-align: left;">Tipand ma trezesc transpirat,</div><div style="text-align: left;">Atacat de ganduri ma privesc in oglinda...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: right;">Speriat ma uit in jur,</div><div style="text-align: right;">Sunt acasa!</div><div style="text-align: right;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7x1XVJMlRtICHvcVCJ8HIFbGyg3H-6UKjBCcg6JkO7xNgLdK8w8NYIlDXddMYEC6MKOWc10GdDgkrfGfUFVDYy0ESAaONV-4Tq9_iAYTu_sSPMWBsjUn1mpV3dagl5gjmKvd45_WgtrrJ/s1600/deserted-empty-room.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="211" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7x1XVJMlRtICHvcVCJ8HIFbGyg3H-6UKjBCcg6JkO7xNgLdK8w8NYIlDXddMYEC6MKOWc10GdDgkrfGfUFVDYy0ESAaONV-4Tq9_iAYTu_sSPMWBsjUn1mpV3dagl5gjmKvd45_WgtrrJ/s320/deserted-empty-room.jpg" width="320" /></a>Dar ma simt strain in aceasta casa...</div><div style="text-align: right;">Aceasta camera nu ma lasa</div><div style="text-align: right;">Sa ma linistesc!</div><div style="text-align: right;">Peste tot gasesc numai fantome,</div><div style="text-align: right;">Urme insangerate,</div><div style="text-align: right;">Sperante esuate,</div><div style="text-align: right;">Minciuni iesite din dulap,</div><div style="text-align: right;">Ferestre vopsite sa nu mai vad soarele...</div><div style="text-align: right;">Sa nu mai simt moalele caldurii!</div><div style="text-align: right;">Nu mai vreau nimic drag!</div><div style="text-align: right;">Vreau sa sparg si oglinda asta...</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Ce rost are?</div><div style="text-align: left;">Tot ce iubesc in brate imi moare!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Atunci invie ce iubesti!</div><div style="text-align: left;">In loc sa privesti, singur te orbesti!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">N-ar trebui sa vorbesti,</div><div style="text-align: left;">Nu sti cat imi e de greu!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">In tine se afla o inima de leu...</div><div style="text-align: left;">Poti fi un zmeu</div><div style="text-align: left;">Peste orice limita sa zbori!<br />
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De unde sa incep?<br />
Nu vreu sa repet greselile din trecut!<br />
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E simplu! De la inceput...<br />
Lasa-ti mintea sa te ridice<br />
Si timpul sa te vindece!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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In trecut eram un munte...<br />
Acum, sunt cazut, am plete carunte!<br />
Calcat in picioare si parasit de viata...<br />
Voi tipa! Si voi sparge aceasta gheata<br />
In care m-am blocat.<br />
Si locul in care mi-am aruncat sclipirea<br />
Il voi cauta!<br />
Dar nu ma voi ridica precum un munte,<br />
Voi zbura peste el...<br />
Voi face intre nori o punte<br />
Si daca nu voi putea merge,<br />
Precum un luptator<br />
Voi lupta pana mor!<br />
Si chiar de-as fi plin de sange<br />
Voi cauta acel loc unde curge<br />
Speranta si pentru mine...<br />
Va las in a voastra aroganta!<br />
Eu am plecat in lume,<br />
Mi-am propus sa dobor orice culme...<br />
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Hai, mai trage o linie pe perete,<br />
Stiu ca vrei<br />
Si ultimul strop de suflet sa mi-l iei!<br />
Nu-ti convine ca-mi revin?<br />
Ca spiritul din acest chin mi se reface?<br />
Continua a ma tortura!<br />
A-mi fura sentimentele,<br />
Fura-mi si visele,<br />
Fura-mi si imaginatia,<br />
Fura-mi tot ce nu ai tu!<br />
Intradevar ai nevoie de ele<br />
Schelet fara suflet.<br />
Cu tunet ma voi reface,<br />
Cat timp in piept o inima inca imi bate<br />
Si nu voi fi departe de tine,<br />
Suflet stins,<br />
Sa te privesc cum te pierzi in abis.Andreihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12450030419144075712noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336941403080992316.post-27316631239638877032011-02-19T12:29:00.001+02:002011-02-19T12:47:09.561+02:00Spune-mi!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNge7mCPWmzncSSj5Ebdh_QGij3lXVqkvnShKMTTXFRwhpWqqT7OZ9EKyyDtQ7U8rUhHS1XQh2ztBsCKaZWCQcbFDa9_J5-win5lguqWOrdAGJHAh2n8CSz_JJiRnDHaiz6JEOdATomT6u/s1600/frozen-heart-frozen-heart-icecube_big.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNge7mCPWmzncSSj5Ebdh_QGij3lXVqkvnShKMTTXFRwhpWqqT7OZ9EKyyDtQ7U8rUhHS1XQh2ztBsCKaZWCQcbFDa9_J5-win5lguqWOrdAGJHAh2n8CSz_JJiRnDHaiz6JEOdATomT6u/s320/frozen-heart-frozen-heart-icecube_big.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Spune-mi, de ce iti ascunzi privirea?<br />
De ce cand auzi chemarea iti acoperi urechea?<br />
Spune-mi unde te duci cand te ascunzi?<br />
Si de ce pleci cand trebuie sa treci<br />
Prapastii si paduri intunecoase<br />
Scoase din sufletul tau?<br />
Povesteste-mi si de ce nu lasi roua<br />
Sa-ti ude picioarele fine?<br />
In fine, spune-mi de ce focul<br />
Ce te incalzea l-ai stins?<br />
Cum de te-a atins frigul<br />
Si ti-a inghetat gandirea?<br />
Hai, ia-ma de mana<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Si lasa-ma sa-ti dezghet privirea!Andreihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12450030419144075712noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336941403080992316.post-2644003543261135772011-02-03T04:31:00.001+02:002011-02-19T12:46:36.020+02:00Va urasc<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu6C6cZosRpLVXfUT4WkiPYNoSFOpeKlIBGBM9WiO7Ni5swlRa3E3j3qJCNB1po4-_0RiFOUk25xLRkaxjO9Zn8Bj6LrQVxEnPbuXXE_4NGlp9J2wdrMh4-jJ1KF8NK6DqYNCYKxpS-Sya/s1600/hate-image2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="218" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu6C6cZosRpLVXfUT4WkiPYNoSFOpeKlIBGBM9WiO7Ni5swlRa3E3j3qJCNB1po4-_0RiFOUk25xLRkaxjO9Zn8Bj6LrQVxEnPbuXXE_4NGlp9J2wdrMh4-jJ1KF8NK6DqYNCYKxpS-Sya/s320/hate-image2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">Va urasc pentru ca din cauza voastra</div><div style="text-align: left;">Ca intr-o gluma proasta</div><div style="text-align: left;">Am ajuns sa fiu inchis</div><div style="text-align: left;">Intre patru pereti cu un suflet stins,</div><div style="text-align: left;">O fatada dupa care se ascund vise alungate</div><div style="text-align: left;">Dorinte legate in lanturi</div><div style="text-align: left;">Sa nu poata fi indeplinite niciodata.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Ura ce v-o port a devenit un fel de arta,</div><div style="text-align: left;">O pata transformata in mod de viata!</div><div style="text-align: left;">Stand in ceata astept acea dimineata</div><div style="text-align: left;">Cand fericit o sa va privesc arzand in iad.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Plictisit si lipsit de scrupule</div><div style="text-align: left;">Va urasc pe voi, acei stricati,</div><div style="text-align: left;">Ca un roi de lacuste mi-ati devorat sufletul</div><div style="text-align: left;">Mi-ati transformat iubirea in ura,</div><div style="text-align: left;">Dorinta de a trai in dorinta de a muri...</div><div style="text-align: left;">Ma multumesc cu gandul ca intr-o zi nu veti mai fi!</div><div style="text-align: left;">Pana atunci storc si ultimul strop de ura ce v-o port</div><div style="text-align: left;">Si o indrept direct spre voi</div><div style="text-align: left;">Si voi fi la mormantul vostru aruncand prima mana de pamant</div><div style="text-align: left;">Asigurandu-ma ca nu veti mai iesi niciodata.</div>Andreihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12450030419144075712noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336941403080992316.post-64865177539662472012011-01-10T15:44:00.004+02:002011-02-19T12:45:55.368+02:00Pierdut (partea I)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcqT38IFYpRDlS6er8WT-iWbzP79v_csg6p2SJziqtMgQRAyAc2iaa9obKvxoUGuJsxux25dTpIxso1c6hlKmzhhnHJLlz2vGxEXQQuJEyTUhLdzU9WN3K3KiRj36kB7EGd6GH7Ds_AZ2L/s1600/resize.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcqT38IFYpRDlS6er8WT-iWbzP79v_csg6p2SJziqtMgQRAyAc2iaa9obKvxoUGuJsxux25dTpIxso1c6hlKmzhhnHJLlz2vGxEXQQuJEyTUhLdzU9WN3K3KiRj36kB7EGd6GH7Ds_AZ2L/s320/resize.jpg" width="233" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Fad… totul este fad… bajbai pe intuneric pe un drum cu serpentine pe care s-a asezat o ceata groasa aproape laptoasa. Totul are o atmosfera horror, oriunde te uiti se vede aceasta ceata alba ca o spuma de sapun prin care se mai distinge uneori cate un ciot de copac uscat. Si cand te gandesti ca atunci cand ai intrat pe aceast drum era soare si marginile lui erau pline de copaci infloriti si flori. Era doar o ademenire pentru drumetii prea curiosi, prea pierduti in frumusetea peisajului in care se serpuia acest drum pustiu, si imbatati de mirajul oferit se aventurau din ce in ce mai mult, mergeau din ce in ce mai orbi, neobservand ceata care se aseza incet dar sigur in jurul lor. Cand se trezesc acesti calatori deja este prea tarziu in orice directie ar lua-o ii duce in exact acelas loc, nelasandu-I sa gaseasca o cale de scapare. Ca si mine au urmat un miraj spre un loc minunat si s-au pierdut cautandu-l. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Stau pe mijlocul drumului cu un toiag in mana pe care il folosesc sa “pipai” spatiul din fata mea, incapatanandu-ma sa merg inainte si sa nu urmez vointa “lui” de a ma intoarce. Merg parca de zile ingropat in ceata, urmand toiagul care mi-a ramas singurul alint, merg si merg si merg pe acest drum interminabil ce nu are nici o bordura pe care sa ma odihnesc. Imi urmez toiagul deschizator de drum in care am incredere ca ma va duce in acel loc… nu stiu care… dar stiu ca exista, trebuie sa existe un final de drum inzecit de ori mai frumos decat la inceput.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Drumule, de ce imi faci asta? De ce m-ai momit cu frumusetea ta zambitoare pentru a ma lasa pierdut?! Si aveam atata nevoie de frumusetea ta! Am facut ceva gresit? Oare nu am apreciat in deajuns… am inceput sa vorbesc cu drumul, e clar delirez de la oboseala, de la frica… inaintez si ma simt si mai pierdut in ceata. Nu. Nu te oprii, nu ceda, mergi, mergi, mergi inainte, urmeaza-ti toiagul, doar el te va duce la final.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Au trecut zile… parca au fost secole. Ma dor picioarele, ma dor mainile, ma doare capul, de fapt ma doare tot corpul, fiecare milimetru patrat din corp. Dar nu asta conteaza, picioare m-au mai durut, mainile mi le odihnesc cu schimbul, cu migrenele m-am obisnuit. Durerea fizica o poti pacali prefacandu-te ca nu exista, dar durerea aceea… durerea spirituala nu o poti pacali, ea te inunda, te cuprinde, nu te lasa sa respiri, ba chiar iti pune si piedica, incercand sa te reduca la un nimic. Cu asta nu ma pot obisnui, e prea puternica, o simt cum ma sfasie din interior, ma devoreaza, ma omoara incetul cu incetul.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Imi e frica… imi este foarte frica!!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Va urma! </span></div>Andreihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12450030419144075712noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336941403080992316.post-21965296011979154462011-01-09T21:26:00.002+02:002011-02-19T12:45:29.682+02:00Intre vis si realitate<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/j5-yKhDd64s?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.49in;"> E frumos sa visezi, sa jonglezi cu realitatea transformad-o in tablouri minunate expuse pe un perete al imaginatiei. Sa creezi lumi de basm in care iepurasii sunt frati cu lupii si alearga impreuna printr-o padure colorata sau ca locuiesti intr-o casa de turta dulce pe un nor albastru si in copaci cresc cornete cu inghetata. Dar din pacate nu este de ajuns doar aceasta lume imaginara, mai trebuie sa revii si la realitate.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.49in;">Nu ar fi frumos sa ne putem pune visele in realitate? Se poate. Trebuie doar sa vrei, sa incerci. Trebuie sa te ridici si incet sa pui piesele cap la cap sa-ti realizezi visele.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.49in;">Vei spune ca poate nu are rost sa incerci, ca nu ai cum, ca asa esti tu si nu te poti schimba. Gresit. Are rost sa incerci. Lumile de basm le poti pune pe hartie, in scris sau in poze iar lucrurile reale le poti realiza. Daca din diverse motive nu ai facut-o pana acum, acum e momentul. Niciodata nu e prea tarziu sa devii mai bun. De schimbat, oricine se poate schimba, trebuie doar sa vrei, sa pui piciorul in prag si sa-ti dai inca o sansa. Nu lasa pe nimeni sa te judece pentru ce vrei tu sa fi, iar daca in cale iti apare un "zid", darama-l sau treci peste el. Asa ca dute si fi ceea ce poti fi cu adevarat.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.49in;">Ce n-ai facut in trecut, poti face acum in prezent si viitorul iti va fi mai bun. Ai sa vezi ca poate exista un echilibru intre vis si realitate.</div>Andreihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12450030419144075712noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336941403080992316.post-47254261730044488502011-01-05T20:04:00.011+02:002011-02-19T12:44:54.368+02:00Ce va fi dupa?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkjxRpPC9soFAGee6gIz6L54MPFpaDzNctW5SNpncVh1aWKCrFJ2iVlsTL5kcsnexG5bFhQh1JOQdVGAKj690cNOH1YI1yucyKz_pbXWX_Uc4PZf9p4GDZu4rvpWH3ODA5wNYLm7d35IWu/s1600/mirage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkjxRpPC9soFAGee6gIz6L54MPFpaDzNctW5SNpncVh1aWKCrFJ2iVlsTL5kcsnexG5bFhQh1JOQdVGAKj690cNOH1YI1yucyKz_pbXWX_Uc4PZf9p4GDZu4rvpWH3ODA5wNYLm7d35IWu/s400/mirage.jpg" width="400" /></a></div> "Ce se va intampla dupa?". O intrebare? O expresie? Un chin sau pur si simplu ce se va intampla dupa!!<br />
Toti stim intrebarea dar nimeni nu o pune, cum ar fi de exemplu, in loc de, "ce faci de craciun?" sa fi intrebat, "ce faci dupa craciun?". Ar fi altceva nu? Normal ca da, doar este alta intrebare.<br />
Ce se intampla dupa ce cresti si treci de la o varsta minunata in care doar imaginatia si creatia povestilor conta? Treci, brusc parca, intr-o lume gata sa te devoreze. Sunt si unii norocosi, cum ar fi scriitorii, ei pot ramane intr-o lume de basm, sa o creeze si sa o imparta cu ceilalti fara sa-i traga cineva de maneca. Dar noi? Cei ramasi? Multimea? Ce facem? De creat si de visat nu avem timp?<br />
Dar este vina noastra si numai a noastra, pentru ca nu vedem. Am orbit. Am creat o lume prea rapida, prea... prea urata! Ne distrugem spiritul, esenta vietii cautand idealuri nefondate, lucruri marunte, bani, putere... le cautam, le vrem, le mirosim, le vanam!!! Dar ce se intampla dupa? Suntem fericiti? Raspunsul este relativ..<br />
Asta nu este tot!<br />
Ipocrizia umana de abia acum incepe. Nemultumiti de lucrurile realizate cu un anumit timp in urma, ne apuca nervii si depresia, ca de ce am facut-o, de ce tocmai lucrul acela neimportant... atat, doar nervi, nici o invataminte din drumul parcurs... doar nervi.<br />
Dar mai sunt un soi de "artisti", acei neintelesi, asa numitii "artisti neintelesi", care vor sa fie numai ei creativi nu si restul. Asa se simt ei speciali. Mai exact ei sunt cei mai buni si restul fiintelor exista doar cu scopul de ai "intretine" pe ei.<br />
Vai!! Eu sunt artist, imi place sa creez, sa visez, imi plac oamenii care o fac, chiar mi doresc pe langa mine... frumos! Si dupa? Oho, dupa e si mai bine... EU si doar EU am imaginatie, nu si tu!! TU stai in realitate, n-ai voie aici, pleaca, pleaca de aici! Tu fi practic nu spiritual, ca nu putem fi amandoi creativi, eu nu pot fi practic, am o jena!! Nu esti bun de nimic cu imaginatie... da-ti interesul, fi practic, i-a initiativa, ca eu o am deja... eu sunt la alt nivel... nu te astept si pe tine, nu te las, pleaca, om rau ce esti, fi clovnul meu si stimuleaza-ma ca eu am alte chestii pe cap, n-am timp sa ma stimulez singur. Ce naspa esti, cum adica sa ne stimulam amandoi, unul pe altul, nu prietene este loc numai pentru un singur visator aici. EU, tu cara-te. Ah, ce bine era cand eram copii, nu aveam idealuri, nu aveam griji... CE FACI MA?!? ESTI COPIL? TE RELAXEZI? GANDESTI? Nenorocitule, treci inapoi la munca bestie cu chip de om ce esti!!<br />
Dar ce va fi dupa??<br />
Andreihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12450030419144075712noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336941403080992316.post-1550401834246541102011-01-05T17:02:00.004+02:002011-02-19T12:44:20.229+02:00Vreau, Fa-mi, Da-mi...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXdrLztczzoFoXEGN7kwCJXV8g8jbHH-tELbod2i_uTApBiz6q9bv55THmI_MVQhhxKoWiDX4MUwD5ERoj5AaGSKDz0BwbYohwJcNPJ1v0iD-03jybCU2PoKkRPm3X4QUa5LMVhDTBtLTu/s1600/greed.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="337" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXdrLztczzoFoXEGN7kwCJXV8g8jbHH-tELbod2i_uTApBiz6q9bv55THmI_MVQhhxKoWiDX4MUwD5ERoj5AaGSKDz0BwbYohwJcNPJ1v0iD-03jybCU2PoKkRPm3X4QUa5LMVhDTBtLTu/s400/greed.JPG" width="400" /></a></div> Poate daca as trai in alta lume, as avea posibilitatea sa las alte urme in viata mea si a celor din jur. Poate chiar as sfida realitatea si as putea vedea frumusetea lucrurilor din jurul meu. Poate in acea realitate chiar m-as bucura de ele.<br />
Atatea vise, atatea frustrari, frici, crize, priviri, atatea asteptari!! Pentru ce?! Pentru satisfacerea unor orgolii neprovocate? Pentru raspunsul unor intrebari lipsite de sens, ridicole de la prima si pana la ultima litera?<br />
Vreau, fa-mi, da-mi, adu-mi, dute, vino, stai... vreau... atata agitatie. Atatea probleme artificiale. Consumatism poate? Nu. Lacomie sentimenta in cea mai nenorocita stare a ei! Ce s-a intamplat cu relaxarea si rabdarea sau bucuria unui moment in care doar admiri si nu critici? Nu exista, nu mai vrea nimeni asa ceva. Traim in viitor dom'le nu gluma, prezentul este pentru prosti. Acolo este lumea importanta, in viitor, toata lumea o face, mama ei de treaba!! Sunteti profunzi nu gluma, acolo in mintea voastra, blocati in filme, comparari si viitor.<br />
Sincer, imi este mila... Lasati-ma pe mine sa traiesc cu planuri mai mici dar fara a calca pe cadravre, sa vreau doar ce imi trebuie si nu ce credeti voi ca-mi trebuie, fara intrebari existentiale, cu cazaturile si ridicarile de rigoare... Nu va convine?<br />
Luati pietre si aruncati-le in mine. Eu sunt fericit asa!!Andreihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12450030419144075712noreply@blogger.com1