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..