mi'am pus capul
pe perna ta
si ti'am furat
visele toate
o fata crezand
ca eu sunt
acela
ma ard
si nu le mai vreau
ia'ti'le
te rog
inapoi
nu ma poti schimba
cand piatra
cand vant
sunt
ceea ce sunt
fugi!
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Thursday, December 27, 2007
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
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
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Friday, November 30, 2007
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!!!
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!!!
Monday, November 26, 2007
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!
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!
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