parul tau negru

parul tau negru
e o cascada
in care
mi'as afunda mainle
pana la glezne
e un stergar
in care mi'as cufunda
fata
si gandurile
toate
parul tau negru
e un vartej
in care m'as scufunda
de buna voie
si nesilit
de nimeni
si'n
primul rand
este
parul tau
negru

before they are hanged

before they are hanged

why do i do this?

2744586..

2744586..

reparatii incaltaminte

reparatii incaltaminte
posibile si imposibile
- buna ziua!
- buna ziua! cu ce va pot ajuta?
- aaa.. pai am vazut anuntul si vroiam sa stiu cam cat m'ar costa o reparatie de asta imposibila.
- pai cele mai scumpe pot ajunge si pe la 5 lei.
- aha, perfect! am si eu de reparat inima asta.
- hmm.. pai da' ce'ati facut dom'le cu ea, ati jucat fotbal? 50 de lei!!!

the blade itself

the blade itself

i've been fighting all my life, one enemy or another, one friend or another. i've known little else. i've seen men killed for a word, for a look, for nothing at all.. i've been ruthless, and brutal, and a coward. i've stabbed men in the back, burned them, drowned them, crushed them with rocks, killed them asleep, unarmed or running away. i've run away myself more than once. i've pissed myself with fear. i've begged fror my life.. i've no doubt the world would be a better place if i'd been killed years ago, but i haven't been, and i don't know why.. there are few men with more blood on their hands than me. none, that i know of. the bloody-nine they call me, my enemies, and there's a lot of them. always more enemies, and fewer friends. blood gets you nothing but more blood. it follows me now, always, like my shadow, and like my shadow i can never be free of it. i've earned it. i've deserved it. i've sought it out. such is my punishment.. i'm still alive!

the vagina monologues

the vagina monologues

my short skirt
it is not an invitation
a provocation
an indication
that I want it
or give it
or that I hook.

my short skirt
is not begging for it
it does not want you
to rip it off me
or pull it down.

my short skirt
is not a legal reason
for raping me
although it has been before
it will not hold up
in the new court.

my short skirt, believe it or not
has nothing to do with you.

my short skirt
is about discovering
the power of my lower calves
about cool autumn air traveling
up my inner thighs
about allowing everything I see
or pass or feel to live inside.

my short skirt is not proof
that I am stupid
or undecided
or a malleable little girl.

my short skirt is my defiance
I will not let you make me afraid
my short skirt is not showing off
this is who I am
before you made me cover it
or tone it down.
get used to it.

my short skirt is happiness
I can feel myself on the ground.
I am here. I am hot.

my short skirt is a liberation
flag in the women's army
I declare these streets, any streets
my vagina's country.

my short skirt
is turquoise water
with swimming colored fish
a summer festival
in the starry dark
a bird calling
a train arriving in a foreign town
my short skirt is a wild spin
a full breath
a tango dip
my short skirt is
initiation
appreciation
excitation.

but mainly my short skirt
and everything under it
is mine.
mine.
mine.


monoloagele vaginului

fusta mea scurta
nu e o invitatie
o provocare
o indicatie
ca o vreau
ca o dau
ca mi-o trag.
fusta mea scurta
nu o cere
nu vrea ca tu
sa mi-o smulgi
sa mi-o dai jos.
fusta mea scurta
nu e un temei legal
pentru viol
desi s-a mai intimplat
nu mai tine
in tribunalele de astazi.
fusta mea scurta, de crezi sau nu
n-are nici o legatura cu tine.
fusta mea scurta
are legatura cu descoperirea
puterii din gambele mele,
cu toamna cea racoroasa si curentii de aer
dintre pulpele mele
cu a lasa tot ce vad
sau depasesc sau simt
sa traiasca inauntrul meu.
fusta mea scurta nu e o dovada
ca sint proasta
sau nehotarata
sau ca poti face orice cu
o fetita asa ca mine.
fusta mea scurta e indrazneala mea
n-am sa te las sa ma inspaiminti
fusta mea scurta nu face pe grozava
asta sunt eu
inainte de a ma face sa ma acopar
sau sa-i dau drumul tivului.
obisnuieste-te cu ea.
fusta mea scurta e fericire
ma simt cu picioarele pe pamant.
sunt aici. sunt fierbinte.
fusta mea scurta e o eliberare
un steag intr-o armata de femei
declar ca strazile astea, orice strazi,
sunt tara vaginului meu.
fusta mea scurta
e o apa turqoise
cu pesti colorati care inoata
o sarbatoare de vara
in intunericul instelat
o pasare cintatoare
un tren care ajunge intr-un oras strain
fusta mea scurta e un titirez salbatic
o respiratie adinca
un pas de tango
fusta mea scurta e
initierea
aprecierea
excitatia.
dar, mai ales, fusta mea scurta
cu tot ce am sub ea,
e a mea.
a mea.
a mea.

...

domnule doctor, ..

- domnule doctor, zise femeia, disperata, ati uitat ca de trei minute stau cu limba scoasa?!
- n-am uitat domnisoara, dar vreau sa'mi scriu reteta in liniste..

shakespeare in love

shakespeare in love

oh, I'm fortune's fool!

the painted veil

the painted veil

at the clear fountain, while I was strolling by
I found the water so nice that I went in to bathe
under an oak tree, I dried myself
on the highest branch, a nightingale was singing
sing, nightingale, sing, your heart is so happy
your heart feels like laughing, mine feels like weeping
I lost my beloved without deserving it
for a bunch of roses that I denied him
I wanted the rose to be still on the bush
and my sweet beloved to be still loving me
at the clear fountain, while I was strolling by
I found the water so nice that I went in to bathe
under an oak tree, I dried myself
on the highest branch, a nightingale was singing
so long I've been loving you, I will never forget you

curgi, raule..

a feast for crows

a feast for crows

ten thousand of your chilodren perished in my palm, your grace.. whilst you snored, i would lick your sons off my face and fingers one by one, all those pale sticky princes. you claimed your rights, my lord, but in the darkness i would eat your heirs.

doamne, oare ce i'o trebui atat de mult sa termine odata a dance with dragons?!! e deja cu mai mult de un an in intarziere si NU MAI AM RABDARE

in fata portii..

in fata portii raiului, o femeie discuta cu sfantu' petre:
- sotul meu este cumva aici ? il cheama nicu!
- aici sunt multi oameni cu numele asta, raspunde apostolul. pentru a'ti putea da un raspuns, am nevoie de mai multe amanunte.
- pai cand era pe patul de moarte mi-a spus ca daca l-am inselat se va rasuci in mormant..
- aaa, pai de ce nu spui asa mai femeie? intra si'ntreaba de nicu titirezu'!

deci, asta este unul dintre cele mai tari bancuri pe care le'am auzit vreodata

night, rain, ..

night, rain, strange deserted city, white extasy..

fracture

fracture

do you dare stay out? do you dare go in?
how much can you loose? how much can you win?
and if you go in should you turn left or right..
or right-and-three-quarters? or, maybe, not quite?
you can get so confused that you'll start in to race
down long wiggles roads at a break-necking pace
and grind on for miles accross weirdish wild space,
headed, I fear, towards a most useless place..

the waiting place, for people just waiting.. waiting for a train to go or for a bus to come, or a plane to go, or the mail to come, or the rain to go, or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow.. or waiting around for a yes, or a no, or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants, or a wig with curls, or another chance..

oh! the places you'll go!

one..

one.. two.. three.. four.. five.. six.. seven.. eight..
always with me, always with you.. in my dreams with you..

draga automato, ..

draga automato, faptul ca mi'ai dat remove de la friends dupa comentariul de aseara nu face decat sa intareasca adevarul afirmatiei mele de acolo.. gandeste'te la chestia asta, si poate reusesti sa mai faci ceva pentru tine..

sau poate ca nu..

my visual DNA..

my visual DNA - dreamer, thriller, junkie monkey, touchy feeley.. really?!!

the lies of locke lamora

the lies of locke lamora

..the only constant in the soul of man is inconstancy.

mr. brooks

mr. brooks

it's one way or the other..

a plecat..

a plecat..

1408

1408

because every time I looked at you, I saw her face..

the shawshank redemption

the shawshank redemption

I hope..

something's gotta give

something's gotta give

like the blink of an eye..

the weather man

the weather man

I remember once.. imagining what my life would be like, what I'd be like. I pictured having all these qualities. strong, positive qualities, that people could pick up on from across the room. but as time passed, few ever became any qualities I actually had. and all the possibilities I faced, all the sorts of people I could be, all of them got reduced every year to fewer, and fewer, until finally they got reduced to one.. to who I am. and that's who I am.. the weather man.. hello, America!

trist.. ingrozitor de trist..

parfumul

parfumul

se repezira la inger, se prabusira asupra lui, il trantira la pamant. fiecare voia sa'l atinga, fiecare voia sa aiba macar o farama din el, o pana, o aripa, o scanteie din flacara sa minunata. ii sfasiara vesmintele, parul, pielea de pe trup, ii smulsera penele, ii patrunsera carnea cu coltii si ghearele, il napadira ca niste hiene.

mirosim a ceea ce suntem..

mana ta, imi este

mana ta, imi este
ca o pala de vant
pe ochi
pe gat
pe sani
pe sufletul meu

interesant.. pacat..

in your, perfect world

in your, perfect world
there's no place for such,
like me..

sunt oarecum..

sunt oarecum beat.. ma rog, ar fi trebuit sa fi baut mai mult, da' mi'e prea lene si cred ca e suficient ca sa pot adormi fara prea multe ganduri inainte si vise dupa.. alaltaieri am facut o prostie cat mine de mare, dar m'am simtit atat de bine tocmai pentru c'am facut'o.. mersul pe jos este foarte sanatos de'altfel iar alaltaieri a fost mai nimic pe langa ieri.. si probabil cu atat mai putin pe langa maine..

iar tu.. n'ai venit.. ar fi tb sa simti ca n'a fost o simpla invitatie sa bem ceva.. ma rog, toti avem oboselile noastre.. si pana la urma si la coada si bautul de unul singur isi are rostul sau..

noapte buna!

si uite'asa..

si uite'asa pentru o vreme a devenit pentru totdeauna.. ai grija de broscoi te rog, ti i'am daruit din toata inima..

canta astazi..

canta astazi un mosulica in autogara din tulcea..

c'asa'i femeia facuta,
parul lung si mintea scurta,
parul lung si mintea scurta
mai mai..

'ntunecate umbre

'ntunecate umbre
bantuind strazile pustii
ale unui oras
mai intunecat decat noi
ucigasi
cu suflete goale
si priviri hamesite
lasand in spate dare de sange
valuri curgand din ale noastre inimi
si din ranile
pe care pumnalele noastre
le'au sculptat
in inimile celor
precum noi

20th March..

20th March.. what the fuck just happened?!!
I'm too old for this shit

12 martie..

12 martie..

it’s got what it takes

it’s got what it takes
so tell me why can’t this be love?
all I know
you’ve got to run to win an I’ll be damned if
i’ll get hung up on the line

there, where your cruel eyes are

there, where your cruel eyes are
my thoughts will be too
in a red curtains room
you, my dear queen of thorns

C.S.

ea
2007.02.10 3:53:02
ma uit in oglinda si nu recunosc 'straina' care se uita la mine..
tematoare, umila, angoasata..
si singura.. ingrozitor de singura..
cum a ajuns ea aici?!

intorc capul si ma uit la 'strainul' care doarme linistit in patul meu..
si care nu simte, nu poate simti 'goliciunea' ei.. si neputinta..
cum a ajuns el aici?!


zori de zi
2006.11.01 12:45:53
ivirea zorilor.. si vraja destramata..
nu poti fugi de realitate... dar poti trai in vis..
macar din cand in cand..
tu, cel din visul meu, ma iubesti cu patima si caldura...
si emotie..
si teama..
si mister..
eu, cea din visul tau, iubesc si urma pasilor tai..
ramai cu bine, dragul meu..
a venit timpul sa plec..

the prestige

the prestige

the magician takes the ordinary something, and makes it do something extraordinary. now.. you're looking for the secret, but you won't found it, because, of course, you're not really looking. you don't really wanna know. you want to be.. fooled..

it was like.. magic.. or.. was it?!!

vrei sa.. ?

- vrei sa.. ?
- probabil retorica.. dar stiu ca intr'o zi ar fi ceva ce mi'ar placea in chestia asta :) ..
...
- si sa stii ca nu era o intrebare retorica
- nu e momentul si locul
- stiu

probabil ca nici n'o sa mai fie vreodata..

somwhere there's..

somwhere there's a magical place with strange music, where the night's creeping slowly around you and the dreams seems to last forever.. at least, until sun comes out to wash them away.. 308..

i remember now.. i remember how it started.. i can't remember yesterday, i just remember doing what they told me..

uff..

uff.. fuck this !!!