tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66790731734679511612024-03-05T12:50:15.818+02:00inchide ochii si uita-te la tine...Didinessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02861985513331394490noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6679073173467951161.post-45302745539620526692010-07-09T00:54:00.002+03:002010-07-09T00:56:21.463+03:00`cause i wont<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivslraGvKwlBBLPoBZGMRkK-N2XlN2b7Fmacy_fR6EnBDuJAv7ICU5FeG_6MfsV6nHFQyGkcL_Mwahuek3Ij6J2aF-SoK2Cl1Z_tRKx1pqGWW3if6HnLPzJPOkqfzLMppwifJ5O8c-suc/s1600/DSC_5123.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivslraGvKwlBBLPoBZGMRkK-N2XlN2b7Fmacy_fR6EnBDuJAv7ICU5FeG_6MfsV6nHFQyGkcL_Mwahuek3Ij6J2aF-SoK2Cl1Z_tRKx1pqGWW3if6HnLPzJPOkqfzLMppwifJ5O8c-suc/s320/DSC_5123.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491657529682149906" /></a><br />never mind....Didinessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02861985513331394490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6679073173467951161.post-50141294208577019842010-04-08T21:31:00.001+03:002010-04-08T21:36:46.847+03:00nimic<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDzDdlTx8PPy08N9LwFkZJoqqCPrN_3HzTSR_Caufi2NO5x_nT1vm8ixR2pcTbSs-0yFGkQ2g1gqqfHihpQDl3fCmq-4HVupJ6Rzqd6OyH0ZZJWGsfNzHw1cW1tjeHr8Ko-h7BOgLwKTM/s1600/FotoFlexer_Photo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDzDdlTx8PPy08N9LwFkZJoqqCPrN_3HzTSR_Caufi2NO5x_nT1vm8ixR2pcTbSs-0yFGkQ2g1gqqfHihpQDl3fCmq-4HVupJ6Rzqd6OyH0ZZJWGsfNzHw1cW1tjeHr8Ko-h7BOgLwKTM/s320/FotoFlexer_Photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457837409290550818" /></a><br />Ce poate fi mai dureros decat sa constientizezi ca te transformi intr-un monstru si ca nu poti sa opresti procesul de transformare?<br />Ce poate fi mai dureros decat sa-ti privesti chipul in oglinda in fiecare zi si sa simti ca iti cade carnea de pe fata si in incercarea ta de a-ti reface masca creezi una noua , grotesca?<br />Singura hrana pe care o am pentru a supravietui in aceasta lume sunt amintirile cele mai placute dobandite in perioada de naivitate intensa a vietii mele, vremea in care chiar credeam ca sunt minunata..si acum descopar ca minunatia din mine a disparut complet si s-a transformat intr-un praf de mucegai pe care il suflu pe toata lumea, astfel incat din mine nu ramane decat…nimic.Didinessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02861985513331394490noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6679073173467951161.post-88647994712547420522010-03-31T00:21:00.004+03:002010-03-31T01:02:31.977+03:00senzatii tari<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2Xw3UGo7P_VwsfiIxcxXmDI988HX-B1_HJYZobyRblAoxpWKkda8CjeTI3MB_KjB_C_DO9xsi5xw8m0CqNX3A3KF4fhJhDfwlWYAFUsY2Ka_OmNZfXbaD2mMbgq8bvAVdSunG6GSA210/s1600/93-03d.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2Xw3UGo7P_VwsfiIxcxXmDI988HX-B1_HJYZobyRblAoxpWKkda8CjeTI3MB_KjB_C_DO9xsi5xw8m0CqNX3A3KF4fhJhDfwlWYAFUsY2Ka_OmNZfXbaD2mMbgq8bvAVdSunG6GSA210/s320/93-03d.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454550452512119122" /></a><br />cred ca mi-e rau. de fapt, sunt convinsa de asta. <br />de ceva vreme incoace am o senzatie de voma. ma arde pe interior. <br />si am un nod in gat. si o gaura in stomac. <br />imi duc mana spre stomac. un deget. doua. cinci. a incaput tot pumnul. <br />e o senzatie ciudata. ceva ma gadila intens in buricele degetelor. <br />imi trec o data mana prin compozitia vascoasa si insfac ceva. imi scot pumnul. <br />il deschid. unu.doi.trei sute. de viermi, mici si albi, se desfasoara in palma mea.<br />se uita toti la mine si zambesc. mai larg. cu sunet. tare. <br />tac. <br />inchid pumnul si il introduc in stomac. <br />lent,desfac degetele. lichidul vascos imi invaluie palma. <br />am iar doua maini. <br />ma sprijin de colacul de la wc si ma tin de par.Didinessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02861985513331394490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6679073173467951161.post-48057519609058372812009-12-03T02:47:00.005+02:002009-12-03T02:54:08.287+02:00eu atat am avut de zis...<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TGS4Xp8rLPA&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TGS4Xp8rLPA&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>.Didinessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02861985513331394490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6679073173467951161.post-5685059417157796572009-12-01T22:57:00.003+02:002009-12-01T23:24:07.619+02:00pinot noir - de ti se-negreste mintea!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFKxpraMI1Qcy2W7kFNNC8CZ-EWAmQ-lId6UkhZckikd-30NYPsV-A_1ldFGy_uACx3LlCvAjnC7vtBj8jC-Auv-nutr9pF11IZYWmnc_earLbFWy7zYQ9847uzHXLmvwfyCYVIw1ExBg/s1600/meditation.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFKxpraMI1Qcy2W7kFNNC8CZ-EWAmQ-lId6UkhZckikd-30NYPsV-A_1ldFGy_uACx3LlCvAjnC7vtBj8jC-Auv-nutr9pF11IZYWmnc_earLbFWy7zYQ9847uzHXLmvwfyCYVIw1ExBg/s320/meditation.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410381599220848178" /></a><br />se ia o bucata ego si se pune intr-un loc comod, de preferinta un fotoliu sau pat.<br />se desface cu dibacie sticla de pinot noir- de ti se-negreste mintea - rosu demidulce si cu multa gratie se toarna lichidul purpuriu intr-un pahar,cana,castron,oala - un recipient din care se poate bea in voie. <br />se pune o tigareta aromata in gura ego-ului si cu multa precizie se aprinde batonul canceros.<br />se toarna lichidul purpuriu din pahar, cana, castron, oala - un recipient din care se poate bea in voie - in gura ego-ului.<br />acesta trebuie lasat timp de 30 de minute la ametit, de preferinta la temperatura camerei pentru ca efectul sa fie cat mai rapid.<br />dupa cele 30 de minute se deschide o bucata laptop, pc,playstation - orice masinarie care sa aiba jocul solitaire.<br />se pune bucata ego - proaspat ametita si afumata - in fata laptopului,pc-ului, playstation-ului - orice masinarie care sa aiba jocul solitaire - si se porneste jocul solitaire - bineinteles dupa ce laptopul, pc-ul, playstation-ul - orice masinarie care sa aiba jocul solitaire - a fost pornit.<br />la intrebarea : do you want to play the saved game? trebuie neaparat sa se apese tasta: NO. astfel ego-ul se va dezameti si dezafuma, ramanand doar un fir de praf.<br />odata inceput un nou joc, miza pentru ca ego-ul sa creasca este sa castige,dar fara sa se gandeasca la asta. <br />dupa fiecare joc pierdut, ego-ul va fi umflat cu cate un pahar, cana, castron, oala - un recipient din care se poate bea in voie - de lichid purpuriu, iar dupa fiecare joc castigat ego-ul va fi afumat cu un baton canceros. <br />cand ego-ul va juca fara nici un fel de noima, crezand ca va castiga oricum, atunci se va sti sigur ca orice joc e pierdut si fara nici un fel de pahar, cana, castron, oala - un recipient din care se poate bea in voie - direct de la sursa, se va turna in el lichidul purpuriu si in maximum 2 minute ego-ul dumneavoastra este gata. <br />spor la treaba ... hic! parlduon...<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hocO4aU53GY&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hocO4aU53GY&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Didinessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02861985513331394490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6679073173467951161.post-12952734945639288552009-11-21T17:34:00.004+02:002009-11-21T20:52:00.092+02:00"Ceata deasa, luminiscenta, compacta, / Nu-mi vad nici mainile / ceata umeda, vascoasa, serpuitoare ..."<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi56TU4c8GVcpqyAF6-XmOtUhtm8bjMwDQ44R8_rzZEYB3XeNk-teywKUlarN8qIbdwVqrGwS0zvZIFLrk5AStRHgt8w-5KpRHx_ik7QwlPaZoPGdY0u6OaZ1UUGjErSYWxZ9AyMW3vV54/s1600/84-10e.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi56TU4c8GVcpqyAF6-XmOtUhtm8bjMwDQ44R8_rzZEYB3XeNk-teywKUlarN8qIbdwVqrGwS0zvZIFLrk5AStRHgt8w-5KpRHx_ik7QwlPaZoPGdY0u6OaZ1UUGjErSYWxZ9AyMW3vV54/s320/84-10e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406595700883348242" /></a><br />ma invart prin ceata din targu-mures si incerc sa gasesc o iesire. ceata cu miros de amoniac. cu miros de blazare. cu miros de dorinte neimplinite. de sticla sparta. de cenusa. de naftalina. de nisip imbibat cu ploaie acida.de vin fiert cu fructe. de lasitate. de oglinda murdara. de destine pierdute.<br />"Ceata deasa, luminiscenta, compacta, <br /> Nu-mi vad nici mainile <br /> ceata umeda, vascoasa, serpuitoare <br /> Nu se vad nici macar taranii <br /> nu se-aud nici macar caii, <br /> nici macar latraturile de caine <br /> Privirea da ocol albului ochilor, <br /> aluneca pe iris inapoi in pupile <br /> sunetul ramane agatat de lobul urechii, <br /> Cantecul nu patrunde in timpane <br /> Nu exista sus si nu exista jos <br /> Nu exista inapoi si nu exista inainte <br /> desi merg de parca as sta locului <br /> si stau locului de parca as merge." n.stanescu,nod7<br />ma invart prin ceata din targu-mures ca un vanzator ambulant si incerc sa gasesc un cumparator. ce vand? oua stricate, putregai, coloana infinitului, cioburi de bere, o cadelnita, pe narcis, haine mancate de molii, o peruca neagra, ciubotele de copil, insuportabila usuratate a fiintei, cateva figurine din carton, picaturi de ploaie londoneza, tipete intr-un borcan, ramasitele de la o pereche de pantofi din diamant, o panglica din iarba uscata, o acadea lipicioasa etc <br />pentru detalii vizitati site-ul www.vanzatorambulant.tgm.ro.eu.tr.unv<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SGuV18oHw18&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SGuV18oHw18&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>.Didinessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02861985513331394490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6679073173467951161.post-35046269800196061712009-11-19T16:59:00.004+02:002009-11-19T17:20:22.288+02:00titlu?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0wfFffe68bSWjT-YOf7xR-Pnap82rHhJbK_tFEmog3E4jPf-7NHmC4YQfARbLei2q46WTtslebMrzVOlh0RW6mPVZBqCzMoaiOSNOia2kFPWb9HyjcDQ35Uy3_ZDBsLKjOxpEaOeqoII/s1600/84-07a.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0wfFffe68bSWjT-YOf7xR-Pnap82rHhJbK_tFEmog3E4jPf-7NHmC4YQfARbLei2q46WTtslebMrzVOlh0RW6mPVZBqCzMoaiOSNOia2kFPWb9HyjcDQ35Uy3_ZDBsLKjOxpEaOeqoII/s320/84-07a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405834717161382882" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">prima zi.entuziasm.lume.noua.persoane.falsa independenta.a doua zi.rece.ploua.gri.ganduri calatorind spre un trecut intangibil.a treia zi.realizarea realitatii.disimulare a fericirii.scufundarea in bule fosforescente fierbinti. a patra zi. disperare.a cincea zi.du-te dracului.a sasea zi.am gasit o carma.eu argint.el crom.a saptea zi. argintul eclipseaza cromul. a opta zi. cobalt.crom minor fata de cobalt.ecuatie de trei rezulta doi.argint si cobalt. a noua zi. society.society.society.society.society.society.a zecea zi. unde am ramas? a unspea zi. ce? a doispea zi. a, da! incepusem sa uit. a treispea zi. mai esti? eu da. simti ploaia din palma noastra? mie inca mi-e uda mana. pic.pic. ca si tic.tac.a paispea zi. visez. ploaia de atunci nu poate fi ploaia de acum. si zile. si zile. si zile. ploaia s-a oprit. society.society.society. un soare mult prea galben. taios. ingamfat. imbufnat. insetat. society.si zile.society.si zile. salut! ma auzi? sunt eu. asa cum nu am fost.tu esti.asa ca-ntotdeauna.omul marii. stiu asta. vreau.vreau.vreau.vreau.vreau. no society. alearga spre est! spre rasarit! no society. si zile.si zile. pic.pic.iar ploua.incet.de ce? palma mi se umezeste iar.de ce? pic.pic.palma se scurge prin canalizare. si zile. si zile.si zile. society.society.ploua.nu ploua.ploua.nu ploua.ploua.nu ploua.ploua.nu ploua.ploua.nu ploua. ce-ai decis? ploua sau nu ploua? nu stiu. society.o palma da.society.o palma nu.society.dirty.fuck.blind.stupid.blood.no space.greenless.hopeless.lonelyness.not.yes.lie.no,truth.really?<br />fuck,yes.fuck,trust me.fuck,believe in me.fuck,look at me.fuck,fuck,fuc,fu,f...<br /></div><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cy6iwP9Ux3A&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cy6iwP9Ux3A&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>.Didinessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02861985513331394490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6679073173467951161.post-50048876774483256972009-08-29T23:05:00.004+03:002009-08-29T23:28:37.092+03:00Sleep all summer<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipH0AhljkfPKh8upwqnQldKN4mRBfU4ka3Y_8RIhfp6iKgkdvspOoqQgdsbNAtE9EoSgb3i9nCGcA9E-c_hgil7_mBIfDOWwLkDs5XCenSQWtuq33tXvs6z5r3sqRw6pXwxWBQtbtEj3Y/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 167px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipH0AhljkfPKh8upwqnQldKN4mRBfU4ka3Y_8RIhfp6iKgkdvspOoqQgdsbNAtE9EoSgb3i9nCGcA9E-c_hgil7_mBIfDOWwLkDs5XCenSQWtuq33tXvs6z5r3sqRw6pXwxWBQtbtEj3Y/s320/Untitled.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375485331345767586" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggUmogXmWVRNyCxlkn4LBSxnl4FmTLf8YuLKXFC8XlI6H8KnMzia_qBOOXyAK1C1N9G5GI31MsaCoE2J5n08Mhud-FDU2PUdewRcpoLzgq5fUwv9A6MIlYgMqOEM7tOV4RBd9qbQaQWls/s1600-h/DSC01118.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggUmogXmWVRNyCxlkn4LBSxnl4FmTLf8YuLKXFC8XlI6H8KnMzia_qBOOXyAK1C1N9G5GI31MsaCoE2J5n08Mhud-FDU2PUdewRcpoLzgq5fUwv9A6MIlYgMqOEM7tOV4RBd9qbQaQWls/s320/DSC01118.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375483842029776674" /></a><br />Weary sun, sleep tonight, go crashing into the ocean<br />Cut the line that ties the tide and moon, ancient and blue<br />We take our empty hearts and fill them up with broken things<br />To hang on humming wire like cheap lamps down a dead end street<br />Close your weary eyes until the wintertime<br />And every time we turn away it hits me like a tidal wave<br />I would change for you but, babe, that doesn't mean I'm gonna be a better man<br />Give the ocean what I took from you so one day you could find it in the sand<br />And hold it in your hands again<br /><br />Cold ways kill cool lovers<br />Strange ways we used each other<br />Why won't you fall back in love with me?<br />There ain't no way we're gonna find another<br />The way we sleep all summer<br />So why won't you fall back in love with me?<br /><br />Combing over Broken Cross I held on you<br />Haunted by the ghost of something new<br /><br />Curtains fall, fashions fade, an endless summer over<br />Another tide to launch an autumn moon over the dunes<br />There must be a better way to pull a whole apart<br />To keep a world from caving in<br />Another way to while away from you, frozen and blue<br />Close your weary eyes until the wintertime<br />But everytime we turn away it surges like a tidal wave<br />I would change but, babe, that doesn't mean I'm gonna be a better man<br />Give the ocean what I took from you so one day you could find it in the sand<br />And hold it in your hands again<br /><br />Cold ways kill cool lovers<br />Strange way we love to suffer<br />Why won't you fall back in love with me?<br />There ain't no way we're gonna find another<br />The way we sleep all summer<br />Why won't you fall back in love with me?<br /><br />Why won't you fall back in love with me?<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ztzfr1PjFCY&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ztzfr1PjFCY&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>.Didinessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02861985513331394490noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6679073173467951161.post-84662168464081789472009-08-28T17:56:00.009+03:002009-08-28T18:52:36.922+03:00zis in 28 august 1987<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBPFTdzlD4_qmpTq94ZKCuU6w7CfKOGsp9H7OVNLzJqsAiVxMk1CPAB-sLusFXYter30iUev-8QWB9cwRQMSYoHMp8Erx0ZDaaqlmYd6QovXINeYXZ-j3URdU3zsHixTbf3xQNDSI0iKQ/s1600-h/FotoFlexer_Photo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBPFTdzlD4_qmpTq94ZKCuU6w7CfKOGsp9H7OVNLzJqsAiVxMk1CPAB-sLusFXYter30iUev-8QWB9cwRQMSYoHMp8Erx0ZDaaqlmYd6QovXINeYXZ-j3URdU3zsHixTbf3xQNDSI0iKQ/s320/FotoFlexer_Photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375040282251542626" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />de maine incep sa pictez.<br />mi-am zis.<br />de maine voi zambi.<br />mi-am zis.<br />de maine te voi cauta in amintiri si voi stoarce pana si ultimul strop de viata care a ramas din tine pentru a putea trai eu mai departe.<br />mi-am zis.<br />de maine imi pictez mainile.<br />mi-am zis.<br />de maine voi privi cerul cu proprii lui ochi.<br />mi-am zis.<br />de maine tu vei trai prin mine pentru ca eu trebuie sa traiesc prin tine.<br />mi-am zis.<br />de maine voi picta cu mainile ochii.<br />mi-am zis.<br />de maine ochii cerului vor fi ochii mei.<br />mi-am zis.<br />de maine voi avea un alt nume.<br />mi-am zis.<br />de maine verdele se va preschimba in rosu, rosul in violet, violetul in galben, galbenul in verde.<br /> mi-am zis.<br />de maine voi imbratisa soarele verde.<br />mi-am zis.<br />de maine voi fi eu.<br />mi-am zis.<br />de maine voi tine minte ce am zis astazi.<br />mi-am zis.Didinessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02861985513331394490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6679073173467951161.post-61425986700774445912009-08-28T17:46:00.007+03:002009-08-28T18:59:12.740+03:00o capita de fan si un pic de iarba<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaQcblDl_qqgKCsdOaNaJQfs90RoqSyHJyiBjdNp3O7VItWEYwquFXIrQXl2ynjtoF_qFFoBRWFAZ3ESpIjzUBnTmTsT9vRHV6XGKV-IYbb4GSsQDYQmW5oKD_dqYvSUlC3hsIDwwRaqE/s1600-h/DSC01687.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaQcblDl_qqgKCsdOaNaJQfs90RoqSyHJyiBjdNp3O7VItWEYwquFXIrQXl2ynjtoF_qFFoBRWFAZ3ESpIjzUBnTmTsT9vRHV6XGKV-IYbb4GSsQDYQmW5oKD_dqYvSUlC3hsIDwwRaqE/s320/DSC01687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375028096773414066" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />s-a strans in pumnul meu mic si nu mai vrea sa iasa<br />s-a sufocat cu minesi<br /></div>s-a dus odata cu fractiunea de secunda ce trece acum pe langa mine<br /><div style="text-align: justify;">s-a ratacit in buretele ce imi deranjeaza acum existenta<br />s-a multumit doar cu o amprenta pe sufletul meu<br />s-a lasat dusa de noi in alte culmi</div>Didinessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02861985513331394490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6679073173467951161.post-50403278189752460392009-08-03T16:30:00.003+03:002009-08-28T18:59:49.574+03:00Babe, I`m gonna leave youMelodia asta e pur si simplu superba,indiferent de varianta. A fost scrisa de Anne Brendon in anii 1950 si inregistrata de mai multe trupe. Adica:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7eCNLY7ezJo&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7eCNLY7ezJo&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>.<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9uLGaioCyig&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9uLGaioCyig&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>.<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OOW1dL8pfM4&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OOW1dL8pfM4&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>.<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7Xti6ekXt8E&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7Xti6ekXt8E&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>.<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gblx0DCuQ-I&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gblx0DCuQ-I&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>.<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pyrhsluh_KY&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pyrhsluh_KY&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>.Didinessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02861985513331394490noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6679073173467951161.post-50420837636588690512009-08-03T13:41:00.002+03:002009-08-03T13:46:35.737+03:00Democratie?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOtQGegTvy7YdwraAVd8Km8jlhndhEUurtBlP4VUh5TE1vCVjh8CaOPbUS28zdOjTQ2IDfNDWnoZ1Vy-wv7zNceqK7GQ8zpjmI9-zl5Qsfthm94N2l8bZJ9AdeKywVfVmd1Zf6zISA1LE/s1600-h/god-dethroned.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365687057593378066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOtQGegTvy7YdwraAVd8Km8jlhndhEUurtBlP4VUh5TE1vCVjh8CaOPbUS28zdOjTQ2IDfNDWnoZ1Vy-wv7zNceqK7GQ8zpjmI9-zl5Qsfthm94N2l8bZJ9AdeKywVfVmd1Zf6zISA1LE/s320/god-dethroned.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />"A daramat visul multor oameni. Le-a stricat placerea de a avea un spectacol. Cred ca ii pasa numai de el insusi. E un om foarte trist". Este mesajul transmis de God Dethroned consilierului liberal care a cerut anularea concertului din Oradea.<br /><br />O premiera in Romania post-decembrista, unde niciodata un concert nu a fost anulat. O premiera si pentru God Dethroned, cunoscuta ca una dintre cele mai influente trupe ale scenei olandeze.<br /><br />"Am auzit in urma cu cateva zile ca nu avem voie sa cantam in Oradea, din cauza «renumelui nostru» si pentru ca suntem o «trupa de satanici». E ceva ce nu se intampla foarte des. Si in Olanda oamenii au incercat sa ne opreasca din cantat, dar nu au reusit, pentru ca acolo avem libertatea de expresie. In general, autoritatile locale nu stiu despre ce e vorba, ce cantam, nu stiu versurile, se sperie doar la auzul numelui nostru si de un anumit stil care apartine unei trupe metal".<br /><br />"De data asta au fost foarte puternici. Am auzit ca le-au spus celor de la Oradea (proprietarilor localului Blue Monday, n. red.) ca isi vor pierde autorizatia, daca ne dau voie sa cantam. Imi pot imagina ca proprietarul nu are de ales. Pentru ca, daca isi pierde autorizatia, isi pierde si banii".<br /><br />"E la fel peste tot. Se sperie si spun: trebuie sa oprim neaparat chestia asta, sa nu se intample in orasul nostru. Dar nici nu stiu despre ce e vorba. Si asta e o mare prostie, din punctul meu de vedere".<br /><br />"Avem multe mesaje si multe lucruri despre care vorbim, in muzica noastra. De exemplu, cel mai nou album, Passiondale, este despre Primul Razboi Mondial. Nu e nimic satanic acolo. Numai ca la inceputurile noastre, in anii 90, am inceput ca o trupa blasfemica, satanica, anti-religioasa. Eram tineri! Dar stiti cum e, odata cu varsta incepi sa vezi si alte lucruri pe lume. Asa ca am inceput sa ne inspiram din carti, filme. Uneori am avut si subiecte religioase. Daca ar fi cautat in trecutul nostru si ar fi vazut cine suntem, atunci n-ar fi trebuit sa existe nicio problema. Dar cred ca sunt oameni foarte ingusti la minte".<br /><br />"Oamenii de genul acesta (autoritatile din Oradea, n. red.) nu asculta. Cred ca nu le pasa decat de ei. Nu stiu ce sa-i spun unui astfel de om (consilierul local Dan Octavian - PNL, n. red.). Oricum, nu cred ca m-ar asculta. A daramat visul multor oameni. Le-a stricat placerea de a avea un spectacol si, din ce am auzit, un astfel de show nu vezi in fiecare zi in orasul tau. Cred ca ii pasa numai de el insusi. E un om foarte trist".<br /><br />Un interviu acordat cu cateva minute inaintea concertului sustinut de God Dethroned la Bucuresti si in care am vorbit cu un om relaxat si bucuros de vizita in Romania, dar extrem de cerebral, de retinut in afirmatii si etichete si cu o privire mai blanda chiar decat a consilierului liberal din Oradea.<br /><br />Henri Sattler, solistul trupei care a speriat vestul (doar al tarii noastre), a aflat cu aceasta ocazie ca este pentru prima oara cand in Romania se interzice un spectacol. Iar "responsabilitatea" unei astfel de premiere i-a adus o umbra de ingrijorare pe fata. A marturisit, insa, ca e o ocazie buna sa mai poposeasca in Romania, tara "cu cladiri vechi, mari si impunatoare" pe care n-a apucat s-o vada, insa, decat din masina. Cu ocazia unui alt concert, poate chiar la Oradea sau in imprejurimile orasului. Nu de alta, dar ca sa se poata bucura de show si oradenii, a conchis Henri Sattler.Didinessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02861985513331394490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6679073173467951161.post-72934383732904118252009-08-03T09:27:00.022+03:002009-08-03T13:48:11.746+03:00Lacat pentru gand<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh07QvXjGVqKaY20IfcUKwMHWek51iSjOy0HaLv5ZNc6e73YSm6fvPpjkfeL0L7Vbg4SVuO2BItfRgTt79qg7BOJbtHwcKRt8rksOJt8MnuOmU7CDrKcqi2epa1y4_8U3f6Eg_3uYtVUIE/s1600-h/tokyonovel-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365681321015488690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh07QvXjGVqKaY20IfcUKwMHWek51iSjOy0HaLv5ZNc6e73YSm6fvPpjkfeL0L7Vbg4SVuO2BItfRgTt79qg7BOJbtHwcKRt8rksOJt8MnuOmU7CDrKcqi2epa1y4_8U3f6Eg_3uYtVUIE/s320/tokyonovel-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjblggF-oVl1rbqytelhzi5oKNOqxFbIejSxr81ZxaKCF1B5Iy_q4xIg_fVCMiZ4MhWTgNv1hkDEqj0hFAt_sgxzFt-VEasGiVLg45IYmI5C8Vo2My-_ffGiNrmt2eBwXjuL2JW_hyphenhyphenIkkY/s1600-h/tokyonovel-1.jpg"></a><br />In cautarea linistii pierdute ma indrept spre un loc uitat de propria-mi memorie. Inima mi se strange cu fiecare milimetru parcurs in drumul spre paradisul pierdut, nelinistea ma cuprinde la gandul ca in curand voi vedea ceea ce mi-a lipsit atat de mult. Si ajung. Dupa un drum in care mi-am vazut moartea cu ochii de vreo 10 ori... nu pot sa spun ca era simpatica si cu o bere in mana, dar nici monstruoasa. Papilele olfactive se imbata cu mirosul vechi de amintiri pierdute si pupila mi se dilata la revizualizarea filmului propriei mele vieti. Nu mai vreau sa plec de aici. E cald. E vechi. E proaspat. E eu. E noi. E locul in care simt ca nu ma alunga nimeni. Pupila se umezeste. De ce oare m-am intors atat de tarziu? Ce spuneam era adevarat sau era doar lenea aia putreda care ne cuprinde pe toti la un moment dat? Lenea aia putreda care ne roade corpul cu fiecare zi transformandu-l intr-un corp mucegait, inconjurat de musculite, gretos, bun de aruncat la gunoi. Prefer sa ma raportez la varianta de masura egala. Tic-tac, tic-tac, tic-tac, timpul se scurge mai greu decat in oricare loc ascuns al imaginatiei mele. Si iat-o. Linistea care mi-a lipsit atat de mult. Verdele mult iubit. Albastrul de nedescris. Aerul... Si incepe. Un zgomot se apropie de urechile mele...zgomotul acela care credeam ca s-a dispersat in aer, in urma cu mult timp, sau care se tine departe pentru mine. Dar... sadismul loveste atunci cand ma astept mai putin. On, and on, and on and aaaaaaaaa....gata! ajunge! nu mai vreau! nu se poate ca macar odata sa stai dracului in cusca ta si sa iti musti limba, diavol nenorocit?nu, nu, stai departe de mine, stai dep..."macar de-ar muri toti, poate asa ar tacea odata!" Gandul are o viteza mult mai mare decat vorba in sine si asta pentru a putea fi oprit. Eu mi-am cumparat un lacat de 3 kilograme de nu-uri si l-am pus la usa cu mizerii. Astfel, dispare si mirosul de putregai pe care nu-l mai suportam cand dormeam.Didinessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02861985513331394490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6679073173467951161.post-12679831820624486972009-08-02T06:11:00.003+03:002009-08-02T06:13:39.283+03:00prietenii stiu de ce!spania etc...decembrie<br />franta etc...august<br />vara nu-i ca iarna<br />cu siguranta<br />nici nu as vrea sa fie<br />cu siguranta<br />pentru ca<br />doi ani nu e totuna cu doua minute<br />si nici nu vreau sa stiu<br />aiurea<br />aberez<br />again<br />de ce?Didinessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02861985513331394490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6679073173467951161.post-73976071384061458662009-07-08T00:47:00.002+03:002009-07-08T00:50:16.133+03:00Caracterechef, panglica purpurie, caldura de orice fel, rosu, vin rosu, tare si bun, gavroche, cara-cter, insignifiant, incomprehensibil, wc,uini da pu, uin a roud trip tu ce vrei tu, habar n-am cine e in spatele meuDidinessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02861985513331394490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6679073173467951161.post-10843514371398205632009-07-08T00:45:00.001+03:002009-07-08T00:47:13.413+03:00Text"Placere. Ce cuvant dificil de descris. Unde se termina durerea si unde incepe placerea? Unde a inceput sa-mi placa? Cand? Niciodata nu mi-a facut placere... Cine sunteti voi de credeti ca puteti face diferenta dintre bine si rau? Sunteti Dumnezeu?" (un amalgam de oameni)Didinessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02861985513331394490noreply@blogger.com2