tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336318492012-01-29T04:27:14.089-08:00I don't suffer from insanity...i'm just enjoyin' every minute of it...Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.comBlogger2441100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-26957481218042069862011-09-02T17:57:00.000-07:002011-09-02T18:04:37.060-07:00letters in a mess...life in a mess and not only... <br />back in the old cage, again and tonight is a good example of the old theroy...every day signs and bulshiats that are revealed to me by the great universe...bottom line? same old story on and on... <br /> <br />one quetsion for myself : what makes me happy? <br />the answer: still in progress....maybe some day i will figure it out! <br /> <br />p.s soon very soon i will run again finally, i've been too much in here <br />p.s 1 just 3 h of sleep and on the road again...nice or not good or bad this is not a good time to write in here... <br />p.s 2 quien merece la pena ...y el resto ya se sabe... <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-2695748121804206986?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-12815003157253307432011-08-30T14:29:00.000-07:002011-08-30T15:22:03.427-07:00si am ajuns din nou in my hometown...dupa o serie interesanta de drumuri pe ici si colo...si again ma vad la ore tarzii in noapte stand in fata laptopului si dansand valsul unghiilor rosii pe tastatura... <br /> <br />fezte noi si vechi au aparut si au disparut, amintiri locuri de demult si locuri noi, frumos si nu chiar si un mare dor ce m-a pocnit...i miss many things dar e una din putinele dati cand i miss being home away from my official home...weird no? well yeah i guess... <br /> <br />mi-e dor de oamenii de acolo, de locurile mele, de chestiile faine si cel mai dor imi e de balconul casei mele si de gradina impecabila in care nu am avut timp sa stau...a trecut aproape un an un an plin in care s-au intamplat o groaza de chestii....daca ma intreba cineva acu un an ce cred ca se va intampla anu asta on this time...cred ca nu as fi nimerit nici macar 1 lucru din cate s-au intamplat....a full year a life full of unexpected, many cities, countries, people, new ones old ones, am regasit ce am crezut pierdut, am ingropat ce am crezut regasit and so on...life goes on indeed si noi la fel... <br /> <br />anyways now is time to change the course ...and think warm, if an year ago on this time i was close to leave with 1 way ticket to the north...this year i change..i like to keep it non-boring...i'm taking1 way ticket to the south...and so another story to tell and other experiences to live...cuz guess what in the end: life is like a box of chocolates...u never know what ur gonna get.. <br /> <br />p.s funny thing that for my name day today i got some belgian chocolates... toate cu un scop <br />p.s 1 bambusul va pleca intr-o noua calatorie...si sa speram ca noua clima ii prieste.. <br />p.s 2 skype = love hate realtionship... <br />p.s 3 it's a shame u can't be in 2 places at the same time... <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-1281500315725330743?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-84802109910421300112011-08-02T17:39:00.000-07:002011-08-02T17:47:08.333-07:0002:00 a.m llegando en la casa...despues de disfrutar de mi ultima noche aqui al menos..por un tiempo...<br />" si cand ei ma intreaba M ce ai facut aseara? well eram un pic pe plaja marti noaptea, jucand volei cu pachetul de tigari la fileu, mergand pe butucii de peste apa si admirand stelele de pe dig apoi o asteptam pe ea sa termine tigara pe iarba langa tei si ...restul e dat cu banned sunt alte amintiri " :)<br /><br />al menos hay algo que contar...gracias fue muy guay para mi ultima noxe aqui boludo...jeje...y ahora es tiempo de dejar las cosas atras mi ultimo cigaro en mi balcon muy bonito con una copa de vino chileno...y luego Cora ii dam bataie...ca e cale luuuuuuuuuuunnga pana acasa si atatea alte aventuri ne asteapta :)<br /><br />nu vreau sa ajung in aceasi cutie care am inchis-o acu ceva vreme insa trebuie...dar va fi pentru scurt timp...apoi alta destinatie mai calda de data asta isi va face loc... :) opa opa..si the future is not ours to see..que sera sera...<br /><br />till then i will say this time arrivederci copenhagen and tak for dag...and then Iasu ti kanis? :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-8480210991042130011?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-86753328487858395812011-07-12T13:18:00.000-07:002011-07-13T18:03:44.115-07:00whatever stands the test of time and distance is worth fighting for...<br />so easy people call you friend and say how much you mean to them and so on...pure aberations...nothing real and touchable...first ocasion they have imediately they forget you!<br /><br />is sad but true, nobody is ireplaceble...and people come and go like stories, even though u have them in ur heart, they have u in their blank memory...<br /><br />few more weeks and i'll be facing the cold, cockish old faces again, my time in here is up, now is time for next destination! for another place i will call home for a while!<br /><br />anyways any lifestyle has it's own positive and negative aspects... mine as well and someday maybe i will find what i am looking for...if meanwhile i realize what that is!<br /><br />till then i will continue my journey and taste life in pure state, i shall travel the world in search of something i haven't tried before, i will cry, laugh, scream, dance and keep my mind and heart open...cuz life is what happens now and to postpone it for some other day is to sign your death penalty...and death is what i am most curious about and also the one thing i will try to postpone as much as needed ... :)<br /><br />last weeks in the north ...and overall it was an experience that changed my life, now is another me coming back and for sure...will not fit anymore in the box that used to fit before...so we shall see what future brings!!<br /><br />pancakes and frappe hopefully...<br />till then...like old habits die hard: arrivederci roma...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-8675332848785839581?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-33083068789724220722011-06-12T19:24:00.000-07:002011-06-12T19:46:28.340-07:00si iar ajung acasa pe zi...incepe sa imi placa din ce in ce mai mult aici si asta pentru ca stiu ca in curand se va termina. e tipic imi place pentru ca stiu ca se termina is the end almost...mi-e greu sa cred ca e vara iar...a trecut deja un an, madre mia...si ce repede e pe fast forward...<br /><br />es muy extrano, ya llege aqui un par de meses atras y ahora cuando empiezo de verdad sentirme comoda y bien, tener mis amigos y tal tengo que dejar todo atras y irme...que pena pero esa es la vida de una nomada...<br /><br />bueno, dejando todo atras en un par de dias me ire de nuevo pero no por mucho tiempo...y donde? pues un tiempo atras dije que todo los caminos llevan a Paris...y ahora despues de 3 anos regreso...solo 3 anos pero pasaron tantas cosas que parecen 30...estoy muy curiosa como lo voy a encontrar ahora...una cosa si que se con una sonrisa muy grande en la cara...y el resto que venga...<br /><br />como mi mejor amigo colombiano dice: quien uno no quiere otros aprovechan...asi tambien marcha la vida...y las cosas cambian..siempre..pero tambien hay otras que siguen igual...y yo ya estoy empiezando a escribir sin tener algo que decir y me aburo de mis propias palabras...asi que aqui acabo con la teoria...y dejo que la vida fluya y que los suenos me llevan lejos de la realidad...asi como antes...y como ahora y como siempre (me quedara la voz suave del mar...)<br /><br /><br />y danza kuduro para acabar un finde latino, con el carnaval que puso copenhagen a rumbear...dale don dale...que se puede...<br /><br />p.s this time paris without la vie en rose or any chocolate box...just the london weather that was left from the old picture...que empieza la fiesta...porque yo he cambiado de rumbo...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-3308306878972422072?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-88437023171279485752011-06-06T06:33:00.000-07:002011-06-06T06:47:28.720-07:00i feel like an outsider...to my own life...ma simt pe dinafara, in alt spatiu si caut raspunsuri si nu gasesc decat ciocolata...si franturi de amintiri date cu banned...<br /><br />gata acum e gata si maine? maine e doar eternitate si o zi....frumos film...trista realitate...<br /><br />i wanted to change stories...and i did....- or + is just a matter of perspective, mine or yours??<br /><br />dar acum am obosit..i need a break, away from this...i guess i will jump into the wild...or lay down on dessert dune...incha allah and so i flow, the waves are my guidance and the wind my music...i never looked behind because there is nothing new to see...just a bitter-sweet symphony...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-8843702317127948575?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-90123372395930122862011-05-25T10:57:00.000-07:002011-05-25T11:06:03.229-07:00multe lucruri se repeta lately in my life...alti oameni aceleasi feeling-uri...si mi-e dor ..si plutesc si ma sclad in bratele unui nor ambulant ce se trezeste o data cu soarele...pentru ca vreau, ca sunt si ca simt...si pentru ca mi-e dor...<br /><br />stiu si totusi nu stiu...cred ca pot controla si n-am nici cea mai vaga urma de control...si iar plec la drum, who knows ce o sa-mi aduca de data asta...ma intorc acolo unde odata demult era acasa..pentru prima data! si acum??? i guess i will see...<br /><br />bottom line: mi-e dor de oamenii faini pe care nu i-am mai vazut demult si mi-e dor de apuseni, de fagaras si de vama...de digul meu si de parcul cu nuferi... :) dar imi place sa-mi fie dor...vine si pleaca dar eu curand nu ma intorc... :) i am to addicted to running away thingy in order to come back ..not now not soon not yet<br /><br />p.s i think pink, live green and die blue...and the rest ... is just a matter of cap ou pas cap! :))<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-9012337239593012286?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-62150985245292623852011-05-19T18:20:00.001-07:002011-05-19T18:52:59.638-07:00what u've missed in a blink of an eye...a glimpse from a nomad's life...asa rulez mai nou..<br />i was always afraid of being the one who stays , watching others leave...and i promised to myself while being in the cool events gang that i will not be that person again...now it seems i reached the other extreme...dar asa sunt, e mai greu cu echilibru..niciodata nu mi-a placut si nici el pe mine se pare...como un yoyo..up nd down...never quite in the middle..or yeah sometimes but just passing through...<br /><br />anyways..me queda un poco mas aqui y luego...que la vida decida...or me, i made my choice..mow let's see...enough with the north is time to switch :D definitely south...and back to the old roots :D<br /><br />pe principiul invechit al veveritei pe cocaina rulez cu maiestrie la 3 juma in noapte prin harti si bilete de avioane...cu dor de duca pan la apus...will it ever stop..i hope not. last night in retro M asked me: but how can you do it? don't you miss your friends? always being in different places and never staying long enough ...how can you handle it! well M i guess is by default :D .... hard to say and easy to do it...or not always...but it's a matter of choice and is narcotic once you have it deep in ur blood...u can't really take it out anymore...<br /><br />bing bang cu ciocanul minune de la nero...si cu ceasul hiptnotizant din paris...pe masuta de lemn..de langa pat...i sleep away :) in a deep dream trip on my way to infinity...and what comes next ...well some belgian beer? or chocolates? or a girl's dream maybe.. :) or a game...a never ending game...maybe all or none or a bit of each...whatever is in the end is just B :D<br /><br />and then? let's not lose track of french i say...si cum spuneam odata demult toate drumurile duc la paris...se pare ca la urma urmei..i was not far from the truth...la vie en rose..si again vremea de londra din paris... :D...pronto muy pronto :D...<br /><br />and how about an english tea? great ! where? how does london sound to you? well mate, that sounds brillianty english...so meet u there... :)<br /><br />p.s chillian wine a muffin and candles...a good way of ending a "no comment" day<br />p.s 1 tomame como tequila: con sal y de un solo golpe..<br />p.s 2 chocolates, la vie en rose, tea ...so we flooooow<br />p.s 3 my life story is told by those postcards hanging on the wall...and the rest is just food for soul<br />p.s 4 quote from slatko makedonce, place: sofia, time: late night : "i speak england very best"...hmm maybe deja vu???<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-6215098524529262385?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-37112467425040052652011-05-02T15:24:00.000-07:002011-05-02T15:33:50.316-07:00el are o cutie de bomboane...ea o cutie cu amintiri...si asa pica ultima oara zarul..o masa prafuita un pahar de vin rosu si muzica in fundal...quand il me prend dans ses bras...si lumararea parfumata cu aroma de liliac de praga se stinge usor..lasand in urma un fum ce se risipeste tiptil tiptil parca sa nu deranjeze o liniste dureroasa... in odaia mica de pe strada cu pomi colorati si cer inflorat...ea deshide cutia...priveste inautru si ...........stop cadru! taiati...and remake, this is too sad for my taste!<br /><br />p.s 2 mai...unde mi-e digul?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-3711246742504005265?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-60817061359681020312011-04-16T20:36:00.000-07:002011-04-16T20:53:20.220-07:00da cam asa e...usor plutind pe doua roti in cartierul fancy dar pustiu ma indrept catre casa din caramida rosie..la rascruce de vaturi la propiu. dupa o seara mai mult decat latina ca majoritatea...ca deh intr-un oras de gheata cauti focul...ori o topesti ori ingheti..si apoi nah o topesti dar stii sa-noti? poate...colac de salvare ceva...poate si totul e o pura si simpla probabilitate... main point a huge week waiting for me and planes and trains and cars and hotels...and home...funny but yeah home sau cel putin aia din actele vechi. mi-e un pic dor insa nu e pentru mine...alta data, dor, feelings, not anymore....daca vrei sa fii liber tre sa renunti al bagaje de orice fel apoi te intrebi se merita? well daca bagajele sunt grele si te tin pe loc clar...dar daca le poti cara dar mergi mai lent poate...i dunno man eu sunt pe principiu viteza luminii...think pink, live green and die blue...i'm not gonna live forever and i dont have much time so...vreau sa merg pe drumul meu purtand sperante in buzunare...si-un colt de cer prins la rever si-n suflet cantecul meu... ok enough cu bla bla-ul bottom line avem sofia...bucharest (home gen) and then then e the real trip inapoi in tara gheturilor pe patru roti de data asta...ehheee then i will feel alive again! a few more capitals to see or see again and new and old people to meet and yeah like a nomad fucked up girl with a gypsy heart, the road is my real home! pana atunci o lampa in forma de floare vestejita si o esarfa atarnata peste, o geanta stil christiania si hippy happy postcards lipite cu gummy pe oglinda, un colt dintr-o experienta, un vraf de haine curate asteptand sa fie calcate, de vreme poate si greek courses all over, isos merekes fores kapou stin Ellada, tha eimai eftychis p.s haribo postcard<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-6081706135968102031?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-47009574624279294692011-04-04T02:47:00.000-07:002011-04-06T07:46:12.488-07:00and i am back again....after a short but intense trip to the country of tulips nowadays more likely goes with coffe shops and red light district... :) i am facing another wonderful crisis...and monday morning arrived for me in a very strange manner...we have sun, cph looks great and i am stuck in here.... on the other hand, what si left to be done after you did everything you could...i dunno just a skirt in the wind and a blue tulip... is nice to see old faces and especially dear old faces...like my roomy that arrived here to see me...and copenhagen as well...is weird how life goes and you connect so much with people that are far from you in miles but close to your heart. friendship is very hard to find and these months i realize that, but no matter where you go and what you do there are people that will care for you always and especially for what you are :) amsterdam well in a couple of words was: unique, small, crowded, sunny, windy, cozy :P , charmant and different...from the first time i've been there! the place didn't change that much i guess it was me the one that turned around and spinned the globe, fliped the coin and got out of the box...definitely it was worth it and...maybe other cities to explore on the same very best wave...who knows...time has all the answers but this time i managed to stick to the moment..and it felt so damm good :) other words are useless copenhagen is great now and soon i will go to the city that called me so many times, i guess afterall life has a sense in it's chaos :D p.s i paint balls... :)) p.s 1 rooooomy i am so glad ur here, copenhagen is more shiny with u in za grey city :P p.s 2 i miss friendship p.s 3 senseless...or just diving into nirvana... quien sabe, sabe jeje p.s 4 pues amigos de espana los exo de menos, espero verlos muy pronto porque la vida es una tombola de noxe y de dia p.s 5 well bucharest here i come wid a small stop in sofia nd home ? where is that? well i guess time will also tell me this! patience is the key that opens the doors of time...i finally learned my lesson...neeext :D<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-4700957462427929469?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-34408459628405420252011-02-22T14:27:00.000-08:002011-02-22T14:48:43.484-08:0045' of highway full moon and stars a clear sky...coming back from the "lost land" to civilization...inside: a lot of fear and disturbance and most of all doubt....<br /><br />in just 48' i realized everything that escaped my eye for the past months since i am "stucked" in here, i woke up, i opened my eyes and i saw myself again...and then i understood i have indeed a gipsy heart, i'm a nomad...my house is on the road...i am made for that and that brings me happiness and peace<br /><br />somebody told me once that i should not leave love to stop me from running...running on my way, i was so close to do this....but then i stoped just for a second in those 48' and i realized that, that was not love. love cannot stop you from what you are! from what you want to do! from living your dreams! so back, rewind and erase and move forward...but you know what i cannot erase...my memory is quite huge...so what do i do then? i will leave wid it....and with the momeries and withe the lost dreams....on that deserted beach with white sand and 2 painted boats...<br /><br />i shall not be a clone of the projection of others...no way, i am who i am and i am proud of that, i am strange and twisted and call me as u wish...but i was so close to lose myself like the last breath of air before starting to swallow the whole ocean and die unhappy sufocated and looking disgusting afterwards...<br /><br />yes my home is on the road, and yes who will join me will join me and who won't i don't mind...even better..because again that song that easily is marking my existance is true: is not where you go is how you feel for a moment in your life and if you find that moment will last forever....and finally i rediscovered that moment...was here so close but still so hard to reach it...<br /><br />i want my challenges back, my car, my hopes and dreams and my beach and highways and night drives and parks with lakes and lilys and ciggarets with frappe and mistery and my harribo for the road pringles and moccacino....<br /><br />p.s to be detached is what i call a privilege...happy you<br />p.s 1 chaossoul again...but soon will start a tornado...<br />p.s 2 es una pena.....y la misma pregunta: porque?<br />p.s 3 mi-e dor de mare si de digu meu...de rasaritul din 2 si de omleta din vama...1 mai de data asta prea departe...si totusi...u never know!!! somehow i know...and i hate when i'm right about the things i don't wanna be right...<br /><br />p.s 4 AMAZING WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU BELIEVE...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-3440845962840542025?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-85607682433243787452011-02-14T08:12:00.001-08:002011-02-14T08:37:30.051-08:00ce-i drept cam asta e on my desk these days! rapoarte, proiecte in derulare, bugete multe postit-uri si...in urechi muzica...<br />every now and then when i feel lonley i turn on my radio...it seems so long a go since i saw ur writing on a postcard or a note...<br /><br />nice song...cumva spune povestea multor suflari ratacite...si azi am invatat ca daca iti doresti ceva insa nu e OK pentru tine (desi nu ai cum sa stii asta) nu se intampla...sau poate sunt alte planuri pregatite pentru tine, uneori trebuie sa avem rabdare!!! si mintea, mintea pune mereu intrebari insa cine detine raspunsurile?? cred ca fiecare stie cel mai bine unde sunt ascunse raspunsurile, in ce sac sau cutie cu un carusel desenat pe ea, in ce colt luminat de o raza de soare intr-o duminica dupa-amiaza cand vantul adie usor pe veranda si miros de coji de portocala iti imbie simturile...oare unde se astern acele raspunsuri la intrebarile de demult? dar la intrebarile care ne macina tot timpul???? ce scenariu ni le va dezvalui??? poate doar trebuie sa inaintam, sa pasim ca pe frunzele de octombrie pentru a auzi ce ne soptesc, pentru a simti cum ne cheama...catre necunoscut si cand in sfarsit suntem siguri ca le-am aflat...fug iar ca un joc de iele intr-o padure intunecata, intr-o seara de noiembrie cu cer senin si stele jucause cu umbre si lumini si povesti decupate din romanele politiste....<br /><br />se pare ca totul se repeta dar la un alt nivel cu alti oameni frame-ul e diferit insa esenta povestii e acceasi....oare de ce? experiente repetative, poate pentru ca de data asta sa iesim din ele altfel!<br />oare? sau poate pentru a actiona la fel si a schimba doar o perspectiva nu si deznodamantul....<br />viata ne surprinde in fiecare zi, e drept insa daca ieri m-a surprins vreau sa ma surprinda si azi sau astept sa ma surprinda si azi, dar azi nu se va mai intampla! de ce? pentru ca doar asteptand surpriza by default nu va mai fi o surpriza si cel mai probabil nici nu va veni! trebuie sa invatam sa luam fiecare cadou oferit de viata ca ceva unic.....si sa take our best out of it...dar noi oameni suntem supusi ratarii....si bineinteles ca ne ratam sansa...si apoi invocam alta, cerem si imploram pentru o alta sansa cu ideea de a schimba ceva...dar ce schimbam?? nimic poate doar becuri pentru ca realitati nu! actionam la fel, ca niste mici robotei care au acelasi patern si sunt ghidati de acesi telecomanda care le zice unde cum si de ce sa mearga...scopul si durata vizitei si in rest?? e tacere...da e tacere...<br /><br />ok too much for a day and still to finish wiz za projects dar once in a while e fain sa zbori in alta lume si sa plonjezi pe valul imaginatiei si reflectiei... :) n-joy the ride but careful sa nu inghiti prea multa apa! :)<br /><br />p.s every now and then i get a feeling...it's like i left something behind...but i don't know what it is yet!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-8560768243324378745?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-75018322134390277452011-02-11T08:21:00.000-08:002011-02-11T09:38:34.488-08:00se pare ca incep sa scriu din ce in ce mai mult aici...si mai des..eul interior vrea sa plonjeze din nou in alt spatiu, sa aterizeze pe perne de puf si colorate in culorile sperantei atarnate de un cui intr-un perete vopsit in galben amarui...<br /><br />afara a inceput iar sa ninga...se pare ca primavara e mai departe decat credeam eu, ca si alte lucruri care sunt mai departe decat credeam, cum ar fi o cutie de bomboane, rotunda cu niste suveniruri inauntru...probabil ascunsa undeva intr-un colt in dulapul prafuit din mansarda lui....<br /><br />un cantec auzit asa in surdina..si mi-e dor de parfumul florilor de tei din luna mai...si de cafeneaua aia unde candva jucam sah...si unde ei s-au reintalnit in filmul ala de demult si...de scarile urcate in fuga si de plimbarile nocturne prin tara-oras in noptile racoroase de septembrie...si imi e tare dor de un zambet, de o imagine, de o vorba spusa asa in stilul happy hippie way...<br /><br />si asa plutind pe aripile zapezii din nord...ajung sa cred ca inca nu m-am trezit...i am still in a dream sau nightmare...name it as u wish...dar inca nu e palpabil!!!!<br />si toate twisturile se incurca si mai rau si fragmentele din puzzle sunt din ce in ce mai greu de pus la locul lor...si detest cand am dreptate si mai ales in chestiunule in care as prefera sa ma insel!! ce usor ar fi sa fie totu asa cum vrem noi?? de ce nu e asa????????????????????<br /><br />toate la timpu lor...bla bla i know si alte fraze celebre, but me is sick and tired of that!! how about here and now????<br /><br />p.s no comment<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-7501832213439027745?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-85276732585461036882011-02-10T08:08:00.000-08:002011-02-10T08:51:37.836-08:00uitandu-ma pe geam...asta cand nu am in fata monitorul...dintr-o data m-a pocnit...la vita e bella...<br />poate ca indeed asa este, si cateodata ratam esentialul adica mai mereu; azi am avut o discutie destul de interesanta cu A si m-a tripat un pic in trecut like long long time ago....atunci cand eram very little si facand o astfel de introspectie te lasa un pic pe ganduri si incepi sa pui cap la cap multe chestii<br />in ultima vreme m-am confruntat cu mute necunoscute si cu multe situatii where u say ok i am fu..kin confused si acum ce? unde? cand? cum?<br /><br />e interesant cum trecutul se trezeste la viata asa doar ca sa iti dea un pic peste nas si sa te deruteze si mai rau, toate se intampla cu un scop? care e ala??? well vesnica intrebare poate intr-o zi cand o sa ne asteptam mai putin o sa ne si raspunda...insa pana atunci we have to cope with it...there is no other solution for that...<br /><br />la vita e bella...dar eu vreau acu un meniu insula large pls cu palmieri si cristal water si also some golden sand beach si clar frappe-ul...mi-e dor de un frappe...aici nu au...e trist ...candva ziceam ca imi place ploaia si ceata acum gata nu mai vreau...i've had enough!!!<br /><br />ai grija ce iti doresti...da da da the same old bla bla insa chiar si asa it makes sense u know??<br />si what about la vie en rose, sau the old stories??? what about them??? sunt acolo undeva si ele pierdute prin vraistea de amintiri...<br /><br />vreau actiune vreau imprevizibil vreau ceva neasteptat care sa ma loveasca si sa dea un alt sens vietii in momentul asta, vreau sa vad ca oamenii au initiativa si ca atunci cand isi doresc ceva cu adevarat they go for it!!!! vreau sa cred din nou si sa fie for real de data asta....vreau eu multe dar...<br /><br />acum switch pe past..din nou si full speed ahead!!! see where it takes me this time!!!<br /><br />p.s pura nebuloasa si eu in the middle<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-8527673258546103688?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-24214941658768911512011-02-05T11:36:00.000-08:002011-02-05T12:02:22.736-08:00trist...poate ca asa le este menit unor oameni sa nu aiba parte de chestiile care si le doresc din tot sufletu...si oricat de mult ai incerca si ai impresia ca le ai...sau le vei avea sau esti aproape de a le avea...atunci de fapt te trezesti si vezi??? un mare si imens gol...inside u!! hehe...povestea multor vieti poate...printre care si a mea...<br /><br />degeaba alergam dupa fluturi, si ne facem iluzii ca intr-o zi ii vom prinde...nici cand ii avem in palma nu o sa ne bucuram de ei...de ce pentru ca nu or sa stea, fug...si daca ii tinem captivi dupa 3 zile gata...se fini mor...<br /><br />departe si totusi aproape??? nu exista decat in mintea noastra...putem calatorii peste mari si oceane cu mintea....putem ajunge acolo unde nimeni nu a ajuns...si cand am deschis ochii, ce vedem 4 pereti care ne inconjoara si ne tin prizonieri intr-o lume materiala unde avem parte de aceleasi experiente on and on and on...si din care invatam ceva insa niciodata ce trebuie ca sa nu le mai repetam...unde suntem speriati si inchisi, unde daca daruim ne-o luam in freza si ajungem la punctul in care spunem: dar mai am de unde?? mai merita??? si pentru ce?<br /><br />o cutie de pringles, o lumanare aproape stinsa in bataia vantului venind dispre marea baltica si strecurat pe fereastra semi-deschisa....un radiator care uruie ridicand umbre de praf si imparstiind cumva o senzatie de caldura...ochelarii pe masuta de lemn hand-made si multe perne colorate pe canapeaua de piele neagra...un suspin si cateva picaturi curgand pe marginea carpetei recent curatate...cerneala si cantec, dor si feeling, departare si singuratate, fluturi in aer si in pumnul unei fetite de 7 ani...cu ochii albastri si ten masliniu, parul castaniu ondulat revarsat peste umerii micuti...privind catre mama ei si intreband-o: mama cum e fluturele de la mine din pumn? viu sau mort?....<br />mama uitandu-se catre fiica sa cu ochii duiosi o mangaie pe cap si ii raspunde: fiica mea, depinde de tine, e in mainile tale...<br /><br />p.s vreau sa schimb povesti pentru ca depinde de mine...si e in mainile mele..insa ce faci atunci cand tu esti fluturele...cand tu esti povestea...????<br /><br />p.s 1 i have all i want but nothing from what i need.... :)<br /><br />end of story!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-2421494165876891151?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-22551928499115688192011-02-03T09:42:00.000-08:002011-02-03T09:57:21.513-08:00pam pam...pasesc agale catre statia de s-tog si un gand ma pocneste asa din senin...hmmm oare ce mai face <em>el</em>? pasesc mai departe ignorand lovitura neasteptata a gandului si imi reiau mersul agale pe asfaltul recent udat de o ploaie rece si neprietenoasa...ajung, ma urc in s-tog si pornesc catre Lyngby ...ascultand muzica ce facea ca linistea sa aiba sens in casti...cand, iar ma trezesc pocnita de un gand...poooc again, oare <em>el</em> ce face?<br /><br />am renuntat sa nu ma mai gandesc si i-am acordat atentie gandului ratacit prin mintea mea obosita dupa o lunga perioada de proiecte si alte zapaceli...acordandu-i atentie...i-am permis memoriei sa readuca momentele prafuite de pe rafturile invechite in prezent...bad choice ar spune unii, nice trip ar zice altii...eu nu spuneam nimic...in asteptarea statiei la care trebuia sa cobor pur si simplu priveam...insa mintea mea era departe...<br /><br />la un moment dat s-a instalat inauntrul meu un sentiment de dor...hmm interesant cum lucreaza mintea..nimic nou si totusi am o memorie mai buna decat credeam...shit...somethimes that sucks..but not this time...e frumos sa plutesti pe aripa unei amintiri atat de indepartata incat ai impresia ca esti pe marginea realitatii gata sa pici in fantana viselor...real sau nu exista undeva ...intr-un spatiu anume...<br /><br />morala: lately old memories come back...poate ca e un pic de dor...insa my soul e in alta parte, diferita de aceea din care vin amintirile...insa chiar si asa mi s-a facut dor din nou... :) de oamenii de demult, de vremurile petrecute impreuna, de tigarile fumate noaptea tarziu sub clar de luna, de escapadele mai mult sau mai putin legale :P, de parcurile cu nuferi sau fara, de plimbarile pe jos in noptile de vara calde, de dansul in stil "events" si de tot ce ma leaga de acel loc si de ceea ce ma definiste..ca fiind cine sunt acum....<br /><br />p.s o privire fugara zarind umbra realitatii....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-2255192849911568819?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-73470494410822295252011-01-12T08:01:00.000-08:002011-01-26T05:45:09.295-08:00si dam legatura printesii gheturilor din nordul indepartat...inapoi pe baricade dupa o reintoarecere la old warm places...si deci concluzia am gasit ce caut!!! hehe...i had th time of my life si e totul cum trebuie sa fie ..ca un cozonac care creste in cuptor si apoi e tocmai bun de devorat :)<br /><br /><br /><br />madridul e fain, si predealul a fost interesant cu 16 tari pe cap si fuga dupa avioane si trenuri si vize si etc...dar merita...cand deschizi plicurile cu bilete si boarding passuri si vezi a small greeting scrisa de mana...din inima pentru organizator...atunci totul se schimba...atunci eu simt ca nu am muncit degeaba...ce fain...cum banii si chestiile materiale nu te ating atat de mult cat un mini post-it cu cateva hieroglife in semn de multumire si ganduri bune...cum ar spune el: good karma...<br /><br /><br /><br />si apropo de cautari...ce inseamna viata si lumea faina...inseamna ca atragi ce esti si e pe bune nu doar un bulshit lame spus in graba alergand dupa tramvai...<br /><br /><br /><p>oricum aici mai greu sa alerg dupa tramvai...because...there is no tram! just busses, and s-togs and trains...to malmo in 20 de min...suuuper si azi e o zi superba cu soare unde iti ingheata sangele in vine insa...e soare...deci da! welcome to Cph! :))</p><p>si bottom line primu post pe anu asta...demult nu am mai scris...ar fi cazu sa ma reapuc...doar sa simt chemarea si in rest vine de la sine...it's all about the feeling..uf uf uf...si un coridor semiobscur, cu un covor fuchsia pe jos si usi pictate in culori calde cu aroma de thai xi... ok i am back :)</p><p>p.s deci viata e un personaj zau!! atatia oameni scriind despre ea, atata timp sa intelegm rostu si scopul...si ea e contra-timp...atatea definitii si expresii, comparatii si metafore..and for what? for life...viata nu poate fi definita!!! exista si ata prin simpla existenta deja capata sens...restul e tacere...pentru ca altfel zgomotul nu ar putea exista :)</p><p>p.s 1 :) in sfarsit mi-a venit si mie randul!! :) hehehe</p><p>p.s 2 lejos o cerca..no importa , aqui seras siempre.. :) la cita del azar y el plan del destino son pa que nosotros entendemos que tenemos que vivir y disfutar sin..preguntar y pedir por confirmaciones...dejate llevar ...y asi vas a vivir de una manera autentica..</p><p>p.s 3 lo que tengo lo doy, digo lo que pienso...tomame como soy.. :)<br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-7347049441082229525?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-23464618566042144262010-11-12T06:07:00.000-08:002010-11-12T06:24:23.714-08:00press stop button for a while...and run again ...will it ever end? this stupid running...?<br /><br />people do not accept sometimes the idea that chaging the setting is not chaging yourself! stupid but real! i am coming back for a short time, i dunno if is good or bad, i dunno how will i feel and how will i come back from there but, i know for sure there won't be any big changes, really!<br /><br />camino por estas calles, y ya me acuerdo de otros lugares, creia que he olvidado pero aun no...aun estas aqui...cuando miro lejos, eastaba tan ceca casi tan cerca que no podria ver lo que tengo cerca de mi...y por esso me fui, pa echarte de menos, me fui pa volver de nuevo, me fui pa estar sola , me fui....<br /><br />dar chiar si asa inca rascolesc prin ciudateniile vietii, inca sterg praful de pe amintirile colturoase si rigide ascunse intr-o lada veche aruncata in intunericul podului inchis...pasesc pe strazi pieruite si visez la cladiri si arome de cioco calda cu aer dulce acrisor...zambesc, plang, traiesc , mor , dorm, visez realitatea si fug...asa se termina totul cu fuga...poate intr-o zi...o sa gasesc doua brate care sa ma opreasca sa fug...care sa ma prinda si sa-mi dea drumul cat sa ma intorc din nou...<br /><br />aber ich weiss dass nicht...ob das tag heute ist or nichts...villecht morgen oder niemals..ich vermisse etwas, ich weiss nicht was aber etwas sicher...<br /><br />alors on danse...et la vie c'est pas rose encore...c'est gris<br /><br />mais j'arrive...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-2346461856604214426?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-62518943372508384552010-09-02T15:25:00.000-07:002010-09-02T15:57:50.163-07:00there are moments when i wish i could press rewind...but then i look ahead and i see something new...there is no time to go back...<div><br /></div><div>finally somehow my dream came true and tomorrow i take off. destination: north! purpose: facing the unpredictable! </div><div><br /></div><div>if someone would have told me last year on this time..that 1 year from now i will be far away from here...i would have said...no way...or not there but i guess everything in life happens for a reason! i know 99 per cent of my reason of being there but i'm still waiting for the 1 to hit me and surprise me! </div><div><br /></div><div>one year...how many things can change in one year, how many people are just passengers in my life, how many are here to stay for a while...but not for long! not in my case...i don't get attached, not anymore ....</div><div><br /></div><div>y yo soy quien? </div><div><br /></div><div>i leave things behind, people and places....in order to find other new ones...some people were made to stick to one place, have a normal, simple life...but not me! :) simply amazing and still curious how my highway is driving me :)) and yes je suis cap...it's kinda long time since i said that but...once u said it once...it will haunt you forever!!</div><div><br /></div><div>p.s arrivederci Romania...this time </div><div>p.s 1 i need a shape! </div><div>p.s 2 i'll be gone till November..maybe this song that i listened to when i left last year from that place...had a meaning...maybe not, i guess i will have to wait and find that out! :)</div><div>p.s 3 i try to remember that day in September...oh well to bad i have a good memory </div><div>p.s 4 i roll the dice and guess what? says: 4 :)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-6251894337250838455?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-33741025318813457032010-07-17T17:55:00.000-07:002010-07-17T18:23:18.504-07:00a song to sing...to help me through reality...<div><br /></div><div>maybe sometimes i was led by confusion in many actions that i took...but even so it was not that bad...confusion is like a cloudy monday morning, even if u don't know how is gonna be that day u still wake up, get up and go out...on the way u might find out that is not that awful as u thought i was... people are smiling to u and u smile back, u drink ur coffee and it tastes awesome, you get to work and the sun comes up...you go out and take a walk on the street and you observe the trees, the flowers, even the cars that are passing by, the people...and u feel somehow part of something that is vivid....that breaths that is alive...you open your eyes wider and you start dreaming...you cross the street and you have a dream, your dream and that is more important than everything, because you know that it's gonna come true, because you know that you will make it come true and nothing is gonna stop you...</div><div><br /></div><div>simple things are the hardest to achieve but once you succeeded it once...next steps are easier to make...so i smile, i take my jeans, my snickers, my cap and an umbrella, i look around and i see everything that surrounds me, i put my headsets and rise the volume, it sings: i have a dream and so i cross the street, i run and i look back, i am happy with what i see, that is my past i watch the portuguese handmade watch on my wrist and i check the time...is 3:45 and i feel free and happy that is the present, i put my sunglasses on and i look in front of me...there is S, waiting for me...i see the future, rose... :) </div><div>he asks me: you are again late, will you ever be on time?</div><div>i reply: maybe...who knows, time is relative, so are we :)</div><div>he says: might be, but why did u take the umbrella, today is sunny..</div><div>i answer: indeed</div><div>he: ooo i know, the weather might change and you want to be prepared in case it rains, right?</div><div>i: wrong! i hope it rains, but still i'm not gonna use it...i like the rain to much to stop it from touching me..it's a great feeling...</div><div>he, a bit puzzled: ok, i give up...but i'm still curious, why did u take that umbrella with u?</div><div>i, smiling: to keep me in the shadow...so you can picture my light...</div><div><br /></div><div>p.s i walked many roads, and i saw may things, i felt alive, i learned a lot but still i'm not ready but i know that soon i will and then all it will make sense for both of us...</div><div>p.s 1 i love...</div><div>p.s 2 i read somewhere that hiding from things doesn't make them disappear and so i decided to speak with a magician, his name is faith! :) </div><div>p.s 3 it's all in your head, dreams are for those moments when life gets u stuck...between 1 am and 5 am </div><div>p.s 4 i simply say: pink nails on keyboard make a night brainstorm...and shadows easily turn into sun rays...wake up call and actions replace dreams...in order to make them come true :)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-3374102531881345703?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-62283393861300514502010-04-20T12:23:00.000-07:002010-04-20T12:44:27.863-07:00si iaca am ajuns si in aprilie...nice!<div>n-am mai scris demult aici...de ce? nush...conteaza? inutil...oricum!</div><div>in ultima luna am stat doar cateva zile in tara si si mai putine in Bucuresti...nu pot sa zic ca mi-a lipsit insa daca s-a intamplat asta mi-a trecut destul de repede....</div><div><br /></div><div>acum mi-e dor sa pun capul pe perna si sa adorm instant....ehh ce vremuri faine erau alea cand gandurile nu mi se invarteau in minte cu orele ca niste cocori obositi...</div><div><br /></div><div>de ce imi mai e dor??? pai sa vedem, de noptile faine din Palic, de oamenii misto de acolo, de alergatu cu masina pe autostrada inspre Wien, de noptile in care cautam loc de parcare in Bratislava, de zilele in care mergeam de nu mai puteam prin Budapesta...de vantul din Copenhaga de niste ochii albastri care i-am vazut ultima data in Deva...dar pe care o sa-i revad curand... :) </div><div><br /></div><div>si cel mai dor...cel mai dor imi e de frappe-ul cu croisant din gradina, de diminetile racoroase de acolo, de povesti, de cap ou pas cap, de a simti ca traiesti pana la ultima suflare, de nebunia de a te simti viu, de a iubi, de a-ti permite sa visezi...de el....</div><div><br /></div><div>anyways...ideea e ca desi abia am revenit, plec iarasi. stiu, n-am stare, stiu, nu ma pot opri si dau stiu sunt o barca de mare viteza care are nevoie de o ancora...asa ca da plec in cautarea ancorei :)</div><div><br /></div><div>candva sfatuiam sa opreasca cautarea si sa inceapa asteptarea...eu sincer m-am plictisit sa astept...si asa nu stiu ce astept, sau ce caut dar stiu ce vreau sa gasesc :) sau mai bine zis sa regasesc...asa ca acu e randul altora sa astepte...si da am sarit de partea cealalta a zidului asa cum m-ai sfatuit...si ghici ce e aici? :D un mesaj pentru tine...thanks for being here for me...but i still have to runaway...that's me...i'm sorry....</div><div><br /></div><div>p.s lma Natrina :) </div><div>p.s 1 thanks M</div><div>p.s 2 remember: sara perche ti amo... :) </div><div>p.s 3 ce fain e ca nu poti citi aici...pt ca nu intelegi nici un strop :D </div><div>p.s 4 se zice ca el tiempo todo calma, asi sera? </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-6228339386130051450?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-37273961687911624862010-01-30T06:30:00.000-08:002010-01-30T06:56:55.103-08:00life's to short to share it with a wrong person...<br /><br />even though i knew that long time ago...i didn't quite payed lot of attention lately....afterall life is wonderful and is full of unexpected stuff that hit you and make u see thing different...<br />everytime we think that life is going according to a certain plan...we wake up one morning and we don't want to go to work...we just wanna do something spontaneous...like driving to the seaside or have a coffee in another city and stuff....<br /><br />most important thing is that if we are lucky to find a person with who we can share all this...we realize that maybe a bit to late...and we let that person go away...funny the rules of destiny...<br />it might not sound normal to you or whatever...but the main point is that this time i didn't want to let go...but i had to...from certain reasons...the whys are not important...sometimes we cannot control our feelings and reactions...it just happen...<br /><br />anyways...is stupid and sad in the same time but maybe...this is how it's suppose to be...<br /><br />p.s i was tired of running away and ready for the first time to stop and hang around<br />p.s 1 maybe one place is not good enough for me afterall...and i still have to run away<br />p.s 2 you know...but sometimes is not enough just to know things...but also to act<br />p.s 3 till next time...<br />p.s 4 tu sais je suis cap, mais tu, tu es cap?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-3727396168791162486?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-10021576743352738782009-12-27T12:57:00.000-08:002009-12-27T13:09:09.067-08:00oh well...i finally made it till the end of this year...or at least almost :)<br />to sum up it was the best year of my life...and i hope the next one will be even better<br />i met a lot of people, i made lots of friends, i cried, i laughed, i smiled, i danced, i sang, i travelled a lot, i fell in love, i forgot, i fell alive...and so on :)<br /><br />now i'm heading to the next destination and this time you won't be here to wait for me...but who knows afterall life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what u're gonna get...<br /><br />sometime long ago somebody told me that i should wait for someone to hit my window with a snowball, oh well it happened... :) and it hit hard maybe to hard....<br /><br />all in all life is wonderful, and there are still lots of places to see and people to meet, hearts to break and bodies to conquer...it's a never ending story, cap ou pas cap....and yes is more than a game is a feeling, unreachable, it can't be understood only felt and for that somehow you need to play in the " professional " league...<br /><br />my bst wishes and a part of my energy to guide your sad/happy lives...and think positive<br /><br />amazing what happens when you start to believe :)<br /><br />p.s mi-e dor de tine....stii tu cine....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-1002157674335273878?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-50318771636458588722009-12-05T13:14:00.000-08:002009-12-05T13:53:48.996-08:00lucrurile se aseaza...trebuie sa ai rabdare, one step at a time and so on....teoria o stiu de mult insa practica ma omoara...<br />incerc sa stau departe de intrebarea " de ce? " incerc sa stau departe de mistere, enigme, fucked up situations...dar nu-mi iese...nu se poate , thrillin nu?<br /><br />nu exista trecut sau viitor ci doar momentul prezent in functie de care noi raportam cele doua emisfere temporale....dar asa cum zicea cineva, demult ,fara azi nu ar exista un maine...da corect si toate se intampla cu un scop si asta e corect ....<br />si mai departe de un noapte buna si un sarut pe obraz exista doar limita unui buna dimineata si mireasma cafelei abia prajite....suntem in rio? nu, un pic mai aproape dar abia a rasarit soarele si ti-am zis ca de bine arati usor dezvelita in lumina rasaritului? nu...cuz..we ,are before sunrise...and then is just you and me....<br /><br />daca pana acum imi era dor sa-mi fie dor acum doar imi e dor...si da ai grija ce-ti doresti ca se intampla....si cel mai important sa stii ce vrei.<br />el o priveste imbracandu-se si cu silueta in lumina lunii arata ca o fantasma...ca o morgana, o iubeste si stie asta si in acelasi timp stie ca ea nu are nici cea mai vaga idee ce e in sufletul lui. ea se uita spre el, se apropie de pat il priveste in ochii si zambind ii spune: sunt mortissa, sunt acolo unde trebuie sa fiu la momentul potrivit si in acelasi timp sunt alianara sunt exact acolo unde nu trebuie cand nu trebuie dar pentru tine sunt ambele...pentru ca tie iti dau tot....apoi il saruta pe obraz si pleaca. ce a lasat in urma va vedea cand se va intoarce....pentru ca ea intodeauna se intoarce....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-5031877163645858872?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-57493136656337796272009-11-24T15:10:00.000-08:002009-11-24T15:28:11.999-08:00i didn't manage to write here this month...so maybe it will be a good ocasion to do that now.<br />i just came back...wish i didn't at least for a good period of time...but i am here now and i have to put up with this for a while...<br /><br />last days were like the great escape, the getway car, a vintage one but a great one. i felt free, different, i found myself and i realized, if i had any doubt, that i don't belong here...i can't say for sure that i belog there either...but here no way...<br /><br />i found many answers and i got even more confused in the same time, i had an intense emotional status that reached different levels from plus to minus and vice versa. i felt alive and back on track.<br /><br />we had a lot of interesting adventures, and stories to tell but it's not where u go is how u feel for a moment in ur life and if u find that moment....it lasts forever...and i did again, i found it and now i have to make sure it will last....but the only test it has to pass is the one of time...so i shall see<br /><br />anyways one thing i know for sure, and u know me u know i am soo fucked up and confused and i never know what i want or what is the rite thing to do....but what i know for sure is that my home is on the road....i will never get tired, and if somewhere over there i also find u maybe i will give u extra...i will make a stop and then i shall move on and on and so on...i don't care about the destination, cuz the trip makes it worthwhile.<br /><br />it is a big confusion around me, like an english fog but even so i go further, and god knows time passes really fast and it knows only one way...i won't chase it, i won't try to stop it either, i will just go along wid it...i'll just flip the coin and spin the globe and see what comes out...who knows afterall life is like a box of chocolates...u never know what u're gonna get....<br /><br />p.s se spune ca ochii care nu se vad se uita, poate ca asa e dar sunt alte lucruri care nu se uita...ever si cateodata acele mici detalii fac diferenta...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-5749313665633779627?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-45680602449096199782009-10-30T02:55:00.001-07:002009-10-30T03:05:26.608-07:00sometimes when you are kind with people...they think u are obviously stupid...big mistake!!!!<br />i'm sick and tired of 2 faces people...i'm sick and tired of pretenders, i'm sick and tired of fucked up lies!!! really now...get a life you people...a real one or live in ur imaginary life but far away from me...<br />the main point is that whenever you want to help people...they see in u and endless source of good, they take advantage of that and take u for granted...beeep again big fuckin mistake!<br /><br />why people are soo fuckin stupid...most of them and cannot accept the idea of living together without useless conflicts...<br />nevermind...to end this stuff i wanna point out that i hate hypocricy and all it's hidden shapes and i've had enough of it....<br /><br />p.s fuck off...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-4568060244909619978?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-28293605700760695672009-10-23T09:28:00.000-07:002009-10-23T09:41:51.328-07:00many people have asked me why i have this ironic status everywhere...what does it mean? what i wanna say?<br />i told them...nothing...it's just a mood...just a way of feeling...not that i am ironic, i mean i am but this is not the point. i see time ironic f.e or life...it's like life is mockin you.<br />yeah i see that ironic...how u perceive a thing in a way and how that thing turns out to be something else....ironic ini't?<br />or else...like in the same time on 2 different channels you listen to same news but even though the core is the same the news looks totaly different from a chanel to another... is like telling a lie dressed in a truth coat...<br />as i can see it it's kinda hard to tell 2 true things about a matter in 2 different ways...but meaning the same thing...like on 1 way u deny it conscionsly and on the other hand u approve it conscionsly....funny, no...just ironic!<br />i don't expect you to understand...i don't want to is just another fucked up theory that i wrote in the so called "public diary"...<br />i am really sleepy now...and it's like an entire night waiting for me...but i'm really not in the mood. what would i do now? jump, run, hide and deny any conflictual dilema of the heart...pass on a box and move on to other level...shut up and kiss the rain, close the eyes and open my umbrella...sit down and dance and fall asleep and forget to dream....<br /><br />p.s i miss paris....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-2829360570076069567?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-13283599162887091212009-10-16T07:13:00.000-07:002009-10-16T08:58:17.331-07:00october rain outside...in old bucharest..but i'm waiting for november one...why? dunno...i guess it's like old times and for me the rain equals november...at least in the autum...<br />i like this weather is my kind...like i said last year is london weather in paris and i feel like home...<br />where? i also don't know...i guess i will figure that out later...maybe my home is where u are...always on the road...everytime in other city and stuff like that....<br />will i ever get tired? maybe someday but not now...now i feel like i have to go further...to move on to new places...new people wait for me to meet them...others...the ones i already know...i left behind...not for long but some of them got used to me like that, to be left behind...so what? i don't care. yes i am selfish and what? i never forget!!!<br /><br />i just remebered what somebody said to me long time ago: kiddo u're hard to forget and banned to remember...maybe...maybe not i guess it's how u are perceived by others<br />i don't mind to figure that out as long as i make sense to you...<br />anyways...i realized i can have a very deep conversation with someone i never met before...he accidentally bumps into my mail...and sends me by mistake a note...and so an entire thing is developed...how come? why do we feel this need and curiosity out of the blue to connect with people we didn't meet face to face and have a great conversation? i guess is the human spirit within..or just a great day for making new connections...who knows?<br /><br />what time do i leave the office, he asks! well i don't have a office...i'm a freelancer, i answer. i face the world by my own brand...i don't act on behalf of others but i have a cool attitude to stand for...and so he is silent and thinks..<br />u still there, i ask? still no answer...and yet..i get it! yes i am...i'm shoked and inspired in the same time...<br />i say to him: leave this for other day...now i have to go...i shall talk to you again or never..i guess it's a matter of faith..or choice call it as u wish. and so i go!<br /><br />i also realized that these days in bucharest...i keep on hearing ur name..it's bizzare..why? another question wid no answer...is not that u have a very common name and this is even more weird.<br />all in all...i must leave now. where? u shalll find out when u see me there ...untill that keep in mind one thing: most of human life is wasted in waiting...so stop doing that...and njoy the ride.<br /><br />p.s i love you<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-1328359916288709121?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-18276745734381463762009-10-10T07:52:00.001-07:002009-10-10T08:06:15.403-07:00un frappe...o tigara si the sound of church bells...undeva in piata mare in sibiu...si da u were rite 4 days were to short..but intense si la urma urmei asta e ce conteaza.<br />next time is my turn to run away to you...si noiembrie e o luna buna petru asta...asa ca expect the unexpected, the box has to travel si o data cu ea si noi...<br /><br />sunt multe de spus...dar si mai multe de simtit..is like i told u feelings hidden in gestures...si deja am spus tot...and u know it si e enough :)<br /><br />restul ramane intr-o poveste inceputa undeva departe intr-o tara mica si cocheta...intr-o seara fumand o sisa si acceptand o provocare...si oui je suis cap... :)<br /><br />and the story goes on...departe...si noi o data cu ea si asta e doar inceputul...is the moments that take ur breath that matter...<br /><br />p.s finnaly am avut chef sa scriu aici...<br />p.s 2 a trebuit sa ajung la sibiu pentru asta.. :)<br />p.s 3 se lipamai... mult :D<br />p.s 4 ur getting to be a habbit wid me :)<br />p.s 5 hidden in a belgian chocolate box :P<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-1827674573438146376?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-63479876589049123962009-09-11T14:36:00.000-07:002009-09-11T14:40:29.379-07:00different place..same story..or almost but the core is the same...again i keep for myself the essence...what i can say is that:<br /><br />1. thanks Pat for hosting - great house as i said :)<br />2. thanks Fred for facebook pictures...i look really waisted :P<br />3. great time and talk with u Gosia...hope to see u again soon<br />4. and yeah again je suis cap...and i know u are also...so..u already know what i mean :)<br />5. thanks for the morning frappe and croissant and...the rest...stays b/ween us...<br /><br />si da...de data asta e for real :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-6347987658904912396?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-70240068927739495012009-09-11T14:34:00.000-07:002009-09-11T14:36:52.147-07:00this time all i have to say is that....<br /><br />1. glad to see you again<br />2. nice to meet you<br />3. thanks for the ride at the hospital<br />4. und yes je suis cap... :)<br /><br />the rest of the story is just for me...and for those that lived it with me...<br /><br />hope to see you again...soon...<br /><br />lots of love...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-7024006892773949501?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-12257763040517393622009-08-31T13:56:00.000-07:002009-08-31T14:09:48.927-07:00and here i am..sitting on this bridge and having this wonderful view..e prima oara cand scriu un blog live...imi aprind o tigara si ma uit in jur, e destul de liniste doar cateva cupluri la brat se plimba pe maulul raului...felinarele palpaie iar frunnzele incep usor usor sa cada...hmmm ce fain miroase a toamna...si gata asta fu ultima zi de vara din anu asta.. :)<br />e un pic cam frig insa...e totusi placut, ma cuprinde o senzatie de deja-vu si ma intorc un pic cu gandul la paris..acu cateva luni...si intorcand capul in stanga mea ochii mi se fixeaza pe numele strazii de langa mine...parisstraße ... unu din momentele in care un zambet iti este smuls cu drag si apoi se aseaza starea de liniste si zen again...<br />imi aduc aminte ca am si cafeaua nelipsita de altfel langa mine si mai sorb un pic...cu grija parca sa nu se termine desi e inca plina si ma reintorc in cadru...parca as sta in fata unui tablou si mi-as pregati pensulele sa-l pictez...<br />aici totu e fain...si lucurile s-au asezat la locul lor si desi maine o sa o iau iar din loc...povestea de toamna e gravata deep inside for a long time now...in sfarsit dupa atata fuga am putut sa ma odihnesc...e fain aici chiar si fara el...si ridic ochii catre cer...stelele palpaie si parca ma indeamna sa le urmez, ma ridic imi iau cafeaua in mana, sting tigarea si pornesc catre sfarsitul aleei...hmm ce fain aici incepe un drum si mai interesant...las podul in urma si plec cu gandul ca povestea va continua...in alta parte, altadata...cu altcineva...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-1225776304051739362?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-30172969169575296242009-08-26T11:43:00.000-07:002009-08-26T13:34:37.152-07:00and here i go again...paking my stuff and trying not to miss the 5 am flight to the next destination...<br />old habits die hard...and as i said before a freak like me needs infinity...and even so it's not enough...i can't stay foot...i just i feel that call inside my veins that's yelling for me to run as far as i can.<br />i came to a point in my life when this kind of lifestyle suits me best, trains, buses, airports, ships, cars...new people all day long, old friends, alone but still not and so on.<br />an old friend of mine asked me yesterday how can i be like that? how can i attach and detach so quickly from people...how can i share some moments wid somebody and after a couple of days i go and i forget and move on...it's not chaosoul?<br />no is not, i didn't manage to answer then so i will make it now, especially for u so u can have at least a small part of my perspective. i go, indeed i meet people indeed i get attached to them, or to him it depends but...i live that experience there, i praise the present moment, i live for it, i don't take it for granted, and i stoped making plans and schemes regarding that...so i am giving a chance to the unexpected to surprise me..and it always does it right... :)<br />it's a way of living...not taking it for a long term...no...but now it's what i need and that's it.<br />u don't need to get approval from anyone...u don't need to be accepted...u just need to feel free and awake :) you can hear the music if you know how to listen :)<br />so this time i got a feeling that...tonight's gonna be a good nite...and tm/row as well and so on...<br /><br />p.s don't try to understand...just live it<br />p.s 1 yeah it keeps me non-bored and alive<br />p.s 2 i admit i am addicted...but not to you :)<br />p.s 3 i can hardly wait for my pictures to reflect what i will feel :)<br />p.s 4 you looked miserable...this time i am swy for u dude<br />p.s 5 when i'm berlin ur off to london..but when ur in front of me..."i'm just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her"<br />p.s 6 und jetzt bin ich weg...und nein ich habe dich nicht vergessen und hoffentlich wir treffen konnen...and who knows what destiny is plannig for us....this time<br /><br />tills jag ser dig igen: hejdå....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-3017296916957529624?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-76877235942460285032009-08-14T13:57:00.000-07:002009-08-16T13:23:22.962-07:00cand stau prea mult intr-un singur loc gandurile o iau razna si incep sa umble pe diverse carari mai mult sau mai putin umblate...ma intalnesc cu oameni din trecut si asa revin amintirile legate de ei sau de cei pe care nu i-am mai vazut demult, de experientele petrecute impreuna sau separat sau separat dar impreuna...si mereu zic ca la un mom dat o sa stau pe o veranda la soare, sa-mi beau cafeaua cu aroma de scortisoara si sa scriu...dar deocamdata vad foooarte departe acel moment...<br />zilele astea stateam de vorba cu el si ne gandeam amandoi la cursul care l-a luat viata noastra de cand ne-am vazut ultima oara...si a trecut mult de atunci, cum voiam eu sa fiu si cum ma vedeam atunci cum sunt acum si cum e el acum...nu suntem foarte departe de ce ne proiectasem....asa ca ne-am zis "pa" si fiecare a luat-o pe drumul lui...pana data viitoare<br /><br />din ciclul "simplitati acustice si crema de zahar ars la pachet va rog! "<br />"gata acum tre sa plec...imi permit sa vorbesc aberatii si sa gandesc in dungi combinate cu, caroruri sa nu am pic de idee ce spun dar totusi sa exprim ce vrea ceva din interiorul meu...vreau sa-mi las sufletul sa vorbeasca sa picteze pe panze prafuite si sa cante la o chitara fara corzi...vreau sa-mi las ochii sa vada numai ce vor ei sa vada nu ce trebuie ce e real sau nu pentru unii sau pentru altii...mainile vreau sa atinga viata...sa palpeze suflarea si sa simta pulsul iar cand sangele curge prin vene sa simt caldura, energie si o aroma de nebunie...o nebunie necesara mie pentru a exista o nebunie doar a mea...ce nu o poate lua sau copia nimeni....sunt unica la fel ca si tine...singurul lucru care il avem in comun e faptul ca suntem amandoi unici...in felul nostru si atat. paradox? ce e aia? nu ma intereseaza poate sa fie...cum zici tu sau eu sau nici unul din noi...gata de azi las frau liber gadurilor necontrolate si sentimentelor reprimate...pana aici. hmmm ce e? de ce te uiti asa la mine stiu...iar am gresit culorile...dar mie imi place si asa ce conteaza cromatica atata timp cat mie imi place? zbor catre o inlantuire de zambete si am vantul in panze...iar restul...restul e doar poveste...."<br /><br />p.s jag saknar dig<br />p.s 1 amr 12 days until.... :)<br />p.s 2 nd yeah it is like our story...and yeah it looks a lot like love :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-7687723594246028503?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-59690734436082503142009-08-10T13:10:00.000-07:002009-08-10T14:09:08.963-07:00"i'm in looove with a scorpio...even though it hurts...and i don't care if i lose my mind...i'm already cursed"....si cam asa a inceput povestea....intr-o noapte magica undeva departe sub o luna plina pe live funky music dar in stil mai balcanic de data asta...<br />cum am mancarici in talpa si nu prea o mai ard dubios prin tara lately...ma trezesc in tot felul de locuri...cat mai ciudate posibil dar si faine in acelasi timp, cunoscand diverse personaje...dar pana acu nimeni care sa-mi puna capac...eh uite ca now it's my time...un ja ich glaube dass und ja ich glaube dass du nicht deutche sein nur swediche....warum shon? ich weiss nicht und i don't care...<br /><br />toate faine...un timp excelent, bronz de africa de sud si unii oameni chiar au mental problems...<br />melodii in swedish...asta ca sa-mi fac pregatirea inainte de Sverige...si dupa-amieze la soare...stirile de la ora 5 in bodegi respectabile si da...i come from romania...si da stiu i don't look like...dar nu nu avem zebre care alearga prin fata casei poporului si nici nu manacam pesti din copaci, nu traim in gauri insalubre in pamant si nici nu vanam sobolani cu sulita....restul e doar imagine si m-am saturat sa tot spun nu nu nu...in romania nu e asa ci asa...asa ca u come to romania and u will see pana atunci fuck off si let me enjoy my time....<br /><br />all in all alta experienta faina de trecut pe lista...si desi sunt abia de cateva ore in tara...abia astept sa plec din nou next destination...hmm complicat un pic deutschland...cuz i have to see min kille andre :) ...then luxembourg...great training over there and meeting old friends and again like amsterdam a marathon in bruxelles...hopefully this time more then 7 h :)<br /><br />p.s LOL...RIP...Oigen do u want some carrrrrramel apples? well we dont have :)))<br />p.s 1 jelly fish from holand...see u in amsterdam...altadata...are oricum Arual multe poze cu voi :P<br />p.s 2 bot anna si dissa ipred...stiu ca v-am zapacit cu melodiile astea...dar nah...fiecare cu piticii lui<br />p.s 3 mentally chalenged people everywhere...si mai ales faimosul dj dar merci de dedicatie si de cd...de data asta chiar e pe gustul meu...<br />p.s 4 yup i admit i was stung by a scorpio.....dar de data asta...chiar e de bine :D<br />p.s 5 und ja ich liebe dich...und diese reise ohne dich bedeutet nichts....<br />p.s 6 i don't belong here anymore...i knew that long time ago...but now is like being in holliday here...and my home is wherever i go ...and so i will always be happy i will steal moments of time and i will change destinies....and allowed mine to be changed as well...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-5969073443608250314?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-70808294929048869972009-07-31T12:18:00.001-07:002009-07-31T12:57:10.219-07:00deja 7 zile e prea mult deci concluzia tre sa fug iar....de data asta nu foarte departe dar oricum nici aproape...si pana la urma fug si asta conteaza :)<br /><br />si 24 cu 24 a trecut...si la urma urmei pentru asta m-am intors...altfel as mai fi ramas acolo...dar nah...i had to be here<br />lately m-am plimbat mult si aflu pe zi ce trece ca tot mai tre sa ma plimb lucru care nu face altceva decat sa ma bucure nespus...cu cat mai departe de aici cu atat mai bine<br />experientele sunt faine si...fiecare vine cu ceva nou si imi da ceva si ia ceva de la mine ...dar rulez tot pe principiul i come i change i leave ca odata demult...<br />ultima experienta a fost una din cele mai faine...si i will keep it very deep in my soul...<br />intorcandu-ma cu ochii catre casa...si catre mirificul oras in care teoretic traiesc...practic mai putin...pot spune ca nu mi-a lipsit...nu inteleg de ce niciodata nu mi-e dor de casa...foarte rar de cateva persoane de aici...ma rog...nimic altceva decat dilemele veveritei pe cocaina...si atat...<br /><br />deci da atat cu inspiratia mea si tre sa mai pun in bagaj si in plus sweden is calling :D ...si e mult mai placut sa vb cu el decat sa scriu aici....asa ca.....pana data viitoare...numai bine si n-joy ur summer<br /><br />p.s sper ca tu esti bine!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-7080829492904886997?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-68275269572835913572009-07-19T12:59:00.000-07:002009-07-19T13:02:37.893-07:00where are u?<br />i just got back home, why?<br />wanna go??? hmmm ok...let's go.<br />but wait u didn't even know where and for how long???<br />...i don't care, as long as i can run away from here again it's perfect.<br />good then poland is waiting for us!<br /><br />and so all started....at 5 a.m i was in the train station destination Deva. Ciao again...and so glad to see you...many things to handle here, the citadell in the rain...big storm, the road to B..something and then the ride wid the bike in the middle of the night wid George and...common tommorow morning we must leave the country...finally (here we go again)<br /><br />Long long loooong road...and no more train for me...at least not very soon and so the nite came and and time for creepy stories and the ticket man...that scared me (where were you on the way back when we were robbed...no more money, gifts, phones or cameras :(( slovakia sucks) and a bit of sleep when..CIAAAAAAAAAAOOOO and welcome to krakow.<br />Early in the morning 6a.m looking for kantor and leaving the luggage in the trainstation and then...god damm it i'm hungry i want cof and a cheese...<br />A nice walk...long one in krakow...a good nap on a bench in the park and ..ok now we have to go back..the train to rzeszov is ready to leave...a first meeting wid Sweeden and...hallo we'll join later...so we left.<br /><br />Another 2-3 hours finally in Rzeswov hi Tomasz and ola to the spanish guys...hi my name is and don't call me Kristina...and so we all gathered and on the bus to Ivonich.<br /><br />Wonderful things happened there...and those who were there know. :)We cooked, we played volleybal (you and me against all) :) , we took thousand of pictures, we were stars at the local festival, we danced, we drank, we laughed a lot and also smoked :D we worked togheter and had fun together...<br />The rest will always remain for us...riiiiiiiiite :D<br /><br />And now some historical phrases of this trip :)<br />p.s momentoooooooooooo bastardo...u have mental problem - Radek :P<br />p.s 1 yeah for suuuure...west coast is the best - Andre :D<br />p.s 2 amanda you can do it... - lola and amanda :D<br />p:s 3 jeeees - emilio<br />p.s 4 do you want carrrrrramel apples?...well we don't have :)) - radu<br />p.s 5 ai ochi frumosi and kris you suck - joakim :)<br />p.s 6 emilitooooo, te quiero tanto - kriss<br />p.s 7 shhhhep...sheepong...or peter pol :)) - andre, joakim and iga<br />p.s 8 riiiiiite and you suck more than i do - kriss (that should be me)<br />p.s 9 thank you guys for the sweedish song...learning sweedish is next on my to do list - what the hell i'm, really good at it :)...yeaah for suure<br />p.s 10 special moments wid special people...comeeee to romania the land of choice...i'll be waiting for u here...or maybe in sevilla, stockholm or krakow :)<br /><br />WE RUUUUUUUUULE !!!!! :) GOOOO INTERNATIONALS :D<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-6827526957283591357?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-53695532236049055972009-06-30T14:44:00.000-07:002009-06-30T14:45:55.330-07:00si iar am ajuns sa-mi fac bagaju pe fuga si dupa cateva mici probleme organizatorice inainte de plecare am pornit la drum.....destinatia: in za middle of nowhere....fara telefon fara internet fara nimic...decat comunicare face to face....and god knows was wonderful....o groaza de peripetii, drum fain....bai construite intr-o zi....furtuni, povesti de groaza, drumuri la greu si pe jos si cu "trenuletul"curent oprit....mima, lumanari ( folosite cu cap....ca de erau putine :P ), alergatura, coffe break-uri...jocuri,foc de tabara, muuuuulta creativitate ciiiaaao :)) si intr-un cuvant experiente de neuitat....<br />un lucru e cert cateodata cautam in viata momente care sa ne faca sa simtim ceva sau experiente care sa ne schimbe...eu nu am mai cautat acest lucru, nu credeam ca mai exista...insa asa cum sfatuiam pe cineva mai demult keep on waiting stop on searching...acu a fost randul meu sa "o patesc". nu am cautat acest lucru pur si simplu m-a lovit....si de data asta a fost de bine...iar faza cu 180 de grade si-a pus clar amprenta pe mine.<br />e suficient sa ai timp pentri tine, un cadru ideal, oameni faini langa tine si o atitudine optimista...restul vine de la sine....si fiecare drum parcurs alaturi de cine trebuie te face sa te simti TU....iar a fi tu inseamna a fi fericit cu ce esti si a nu te simti aiurea sa fi asa si fata de ceilalti.ca sa poti primi trebuie sa vrei sa primesti....ca sa poti visa trebuie sa vrei sa visezi...cu ochii inchisi sau deschisi nu conteaza....atata timp cat vrei orice e posibil si asta mi s-a demonstrat aici...chiar orice e posibil...undeva intr-un loc uitat de lume...fara pic de acces la civilizatie...totul a fost posibil :)<br />cuvintele nu sunt suficiente penru a exprima ce am simtit...asta ramane pentru noi si atat...povestile sunt multe ....dar cum spuneam sentimentele nu se citesc, nu se povestesc nu sunt logice si nu se analizeaza se simt....si atat!<br /><br />p.s ciaaaaaaaaao....trazneasca....clar fac o vizita la deva si sigur nu voi fi singura<br />p.s 1 traiasca contrabanda...frate ...respect pentru fumatori mei ruxy si michell<br />p.s 2 buenos aires i miss u...a da si concertul broastelor din lacul cu nuferi<br />p.s 3 visele mele se implinesc cat bat din palme sau cat clipesc.... :)<br />p.s 4 multumesc pentru t-shirt...and everything written on it...<br />p.s 5 because of u...i got myself back :)<br />p.s 6 pentru o experienta care o vom pastra cu noi all the time! many hugs...cerna hugs :D<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-5369553223604905597?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-3226797933096933782009-06-16T15:12:00.000-07:002009-06-16T15:17:34.045-07:00cand iti stergi ochelarii de noroi si ai impresia ca vezi razele soarelui....atunci realizezi ca i-ai sters prea bine...si ca soarele te-a orbit..acum nu mai vezi si neputinta se instaleaza usor in interiorul tau...esti mic si singur pierdut intr-un spatiu necunoscut din care vrei sa iesi insa undeva acolo esti constient ca ai ramas captiv pe viata...cele mai amare sentimente sunt loviturile primite de cei pe care-i iubim...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-322679793309693378?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-85735619101919319012009-06-14T14:51:00.000-07:002009-06-14T15:14:54.621-07:00exam...si here we go again...nopti albe cu miros de tei si never ending story..poate cu new improvements :)<br />si redresare de feeling along with old ways of thinking si ma intreb de ce continui sa mai scriu pe blogul asta?<br />zilele trecute m-a suna A sa ma intrebe adresa blogului ca avea chef sa citeasca. I-am dat adresa si apoi ma intrebam in timp ce asteptam sa se faca verde...de ce ar fi cineva interesant de ce scriu eu aici...sau chiar atat de rau sa te plictisesti incat intreg netul sa nu-ti alunge plictiseala si sa poposesti pe blogul asta?<br />faza ciudata e ca desi stiu toate chestiile astea si nu mi le explic...continui sa scriu aici...ca si cum as transmite un mesaj cuiva undeva departe...dar cui? ma intreb iarasi....daca inainte scriam povesti reflexia experientelor proprii impreuna cu diverse personaje...lately nu mai fac asta...scriu exact ce simt si ce am chef...cu ce ar ajuta pe cineva daca ar citi asta? ce interes ar avea? none...so why keeping it? de ce sa mai scriu...de ce sa nu scriu intr-o agenda sau intr-un word si sa-l uit inr-un fisier in laptop...anyways...inrebari stupide merita raspunsuri stupide asa ca...i have no clue si nu-mi strofoc creierii sa gasesc unul...<br />trecand peste faza asta...180 de grade ma prinde mai nou...si change-ul e always bun...de un sg lucru nu am scapat insa..de visele dubioase care ma bantuie again...dar maybe i should not see them in a bad way ci din contra...embrace them and follow them...cuz asa cum mi se arata mai nou life is like a box of chocolates...u never know what you're gonna get...<br />p.s si da frate..Che was the man...hasta siempre comandante :)<br />p.s 1 iar mi-e dor...<br />si p.s 2 thanks for the midnight cig ...bizu cheri<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-8573561910191931901?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-50376824714181382252009-06-07T16:37:00.000-07:002009-06-07T16:50:06.180-07:00funny cum mere viata....si da cercu asta rotund cu colturi are un sens pana la urma...asa ca am reajuns la atitudinea de zen si fuck them all...miserupism la maxim si un frappe in toiul noptii cu luna plina in aeroport...this sounds more like me...<br />back on track cu feelingul ca lucrurile se aseaza si...dude wake up!!!! e vara...deci sa o luam din loc zic...poate nu ca acu ceva vreme da de ce nu chiar mai bine<br />si dupa o noapte de abramburit prin bucuresti cu old gang am ajuns iar la concluzia ca bei...p-astea le faceam demult acu gata...next...aici nu mai e loc de noi...am depasit fazele de genu...si cu optimismul in vena si morfina pentru suflet am fugit catre noua-vechea lume unde...orice vrem e posibil... as long as u know what u want...u can have it :)<br />da that's the attitude indeed si asa am dat unda verde la vestile bune...si urangupavel a fost cel care a dat startu...si finallydupa a long time a reason to be glad...de acu sa tot vina :D<br />new life, new experiences, new people, new places, new habits ( sau doar reluarea celor fooarte vechi si cu topping de nou :P), new moods, new colours, new attitude and not least new dreams<br />p.s ieri seara mi-am dat seama ca am o groaza de nr de tel inutile in adressbook...si am inceput sa tai la greu...cata lume cunosc...si cati nu au ce sa caute in telu meu ... pe principiu ce nu folosesti arunci...sau altfel spus nu car surplusuri finalizez cu capul pe perna, miros de tei in camera si a la la la la la la life is wonderful...<br />asa ca i dare u!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-5037682471418138225?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-8067014809367870062009-06-04T14:14:00.000-07:002009-06-04T14:20:06.297-07:00De ce te uiti la mine cu ochii astia goi<br />Si incerci sa-mi spui ca tot ce fac e prost<br />Ca ar trebui sa-mi schimb<br />Viata mea de nimic in ceva mai bun...<br />De ce ma vrei cum nu ma poti avea<br />De ce ma-nveti tu care-i drumul bun<br />De ce crezi tu ca ma ratez si tu ma scapi<br />De ce pe jos nu poa' sa fie scrum...?<br />De ce sa te iubesc doar cum vrei tu<br />De ce sa stau cuminte-n dreapta cand conduci<br />De ce sa nu-mi beau vodca mea de zi cu zi<br />Si sa conduc cu a cincea noaptea-n zori de zi?<br />Da! M-am saturat, m-am saturat<br />M-am saturat, m-am saturat<br />De mine si de voi<br />De tine si de noi, de noi, noi amandoi.<br />De ce nu pot sa tac?<br />De ce cand rad e rau?<br />De ce sa mint zambind?<br />De ce sa-nvat sa lupt?<br />De ce e ala rau?<br />De ce sa port costum?<br />De ce e drumul greu?<br />De ce sa tac acum?<br />De ce sa strig mai tare?<br />De ce sa nu renunt?<br />De ce doar eu gresesc?<br />De ce doar eu ma zbat?<br />De ce am uitat sa rad?<br />De ce platesc doar eu?<br />De ce mereu mi-e frica?<br />De ce nu sunt barbat?<br />De ce imi beau invidia?<br />De ce nu sunt si bun?<br />De ce nu sunt curat?<br />De ce-am pe suflet scrum?<br />De ce-am in creier nord?<br />De ce-am in suflet sud?<br />De ce nu sunt copil?<br />De ce-s atat de crud?<br />Asa ca... nu te mai uita la mine<br />Cu ochii astia goi<br />Si mai bine invata-ma sa adorm zambind<br />Si ïubeste-ma asa cum sunt.<br /><br />p.s long time since i felt this way but then becomes now...again<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-806701480936787006?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-67524703181841838362009-06-03T13:44:00.000-07:002009-06-03T14:01:15.878-07:00veni si luna iunie si let's celebrate...si dupa asta mii de semne de intrebare si idei neaplicate sau doar hmm impulsuri de moment nejustificate<br />mergem in aceasi directie, pt ca timpul curge doar intr-un singur sens si chiar si asa crinii miros puternic chir si dupa mult timp si petalele trandafirului de atunci sunt inca prinse de bulb...ce-i drept intr-o carte ...dar sunt inca acolo prafuite si pline de povesti....<br />cu cat incerci sa analizezi ceva in profunzime cu atat te pierzi in detalii si teori complexe de diverse latitudini si omiti simplitatea...what the fuck??? who needs that...simplu = boring, boring = stagnare, monotonie and the list could go on<br />si deadline-ul sa zic da sau nu se apropie si vesnica intrebare cum ar fi daca as zice asta sau as face celalalta persita cu incapatanare<br />de cativa ani incoace trasez traiectorii si benzi de mers cu sens unic, sau doulbe sens sau chiar si intersectii unele cu sens giratoriu...si nu pentru mine pentru altii....si e faina ideea si feelingu dar e enough? nu nu e....si acu imi rasuna in creier o melodie care n-am mai auzit-o de secole "is it enough now...is this not enough now?" well nu e si niciodata nu va fi, nu pt astia ca mine...nu degeaba am ales acel postcard care nu avea nici o treaba cu ce se intamplase cu o zi inainte asa cum cica trebuia initial...l-am ales pt ca era perfect pt mine...si da e destul de trist sa always want more si always what u can't have..and stuff...dar cateodata mai apar si raze de soare calde...si stropi de ploaie de vara imbibati in miros de tei care iti schimba perspectiva cel putin pentru moment...cat sa cotesti la dreapta sau stanga...depinde de impulsul de moment nejustificat<br />un lucru e cert cand ai prea mult timp gandesti prea mult si de multe ori prost...te asezi cu nonsalanta pe niste dileme existentiale si nu te misti cu zilele...<br />nu stiu cum sunt altii dar eu m-am saturat, m-am plictisit si da mi se ia repede...si iar zic neeext pana data viitoare cand o sa zic iar neext si tot asa...nu there's no end for that si nu i don't wanna stop sa take a deep breath si sa look around...nu acum si nici foarte curand.<br />pana la rosu fortez galbenu, contrasensu si depasirile la limita, respir adrenalina si las sa curga prin vene true blood nu amorteala...si restul e poveste...<br />arrivederci roma si lasa-ma mai lasa-ma.....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-6752470318184183836?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-41082621314967326172009-05-31T13:18:00.000-07:002009-05-31T13:22:42.752-07:00finally i can feel again...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-4108262131496732617?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-35567418024784452812009-05-28T15:26:00.000-07:002009-05-28T15:38:23.167-07:00asta noapte ma intorceam agale spre casa si m-a izbit mirosul de tei...acolo nu era si intr-un fel era bine ca ma tinea departe de feelingul ala de demult si mai ales dupa balul ei cand oricum aratam highschool senior old memories came back to me...<br />e asa strange ca uneori lucrurile trec atat de repede pe langa noi si oricat as vrea sa pun stop nu pot face asta decat in poze si atat...<br />anyways vorbeam cu bro 2nite si am ajuns la concluzia ca people don't change si ca lucrurile trebuie luate ca atare nu ca nu stiam deja asta dar a fost o a doua confirmare maybe...<br />cand eram mica aveam imrpesia ca timpul sta si ca never ever nu o sa ajung sa zic: pe vremea mea, sau atunci cand eram eu ca tine sau chestii de genu...nu mi-e frica sa ma uit in fata insa in spate ma uit cu un feeling destul de dubios nush daca e melancolie, tristete sau o bucurie ascunsa bine si deghizata in resemnare si amintiri...insa poate lucrurile daca erau facute altfel acum nu ajugeau sa fie asa and so on...but things that happend can't be changed ...it's all about now si atat restul depinde de dioptrii :)<br />si suddenly i try to fall asleep until morning wakes me up and asks me: and today, where to?<br />i smile and strech and i kindly answer: i am waiting for it to hit me!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-3556741802478445281?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-87357354651293138782009-05-26T06:25:00.000-07:002009-05-26T06:50:23.786-07:00avionul va intarzia sa decoleze din cauza unor probleme tehnice...minunat si pe ideea de ce-o fi o fi, fumam ultima tigara si incepem asteptarea...finally la bord :)<br />in cateva ore am ajuns si ne-am intalnit si cu S si hai sa luam trenu...apoi busu, apoi iar trenu si...finally am ajuns aproape de den helder...aici ne intalnim in statia de bus cu marie si seba si fuga sa prindem ultimul ferry...hai cu bagaju sus, hai cu bagaju jos but all in all am reusit si we are on zi island now :)<br />o primire mai mult decat naspa...si da am ratat masa si shit deja murim de foame....totul a inceput ca un ferry-tale si asa a durat pana la sfarsit...pana la ferry-well party :D<br />multe oi, mult prea multi ponei, dutch man = prea agresivi, plimbari cu bicicleta, campuri verzi, marea nordului foooooarte rece, zmeie, exercitii, energizere, bere multa multa bere :D, plimbari prin oras, concert, muzica, werewolf la greu si de data asta eu eram the bad guy, role play si 180 de grade change of persoanlity, multe rasete si god damm i'm gonna miss u guys so much<br />7 ore in amsterdam si picioare varza, alergatura prin redlight district si tipele in stadiu transgender in vitrina, o cafea langa orchestra cu romanian roots si iar o luam la picior printre miile de biciclete si mega diversitatea de tot felu<br />tren aeroport si fuga dupa avion si...finnaly la bord again si gizuz...ce aterizare naspa...dar still alive :))<br /><br />p.s still counting the sheeps :))<br />p.s 1 "not in my country" as Blanca used to say :D<br />p.s 2 one cigarette break si pe asta pun copywright<br />p.s 3 cuando tomes tu cafe...yeah yeah i know...tomalo en un coffeshop :))<br />p.s 4 i keep u locked in my head until we meet again, i won't forget u my friend...<br />p.s 5 i'm gonna miss u all guys and hope to see ya soon until then my best wishes and many hugs to: germany, hungary, poland, espana, france, ireland, portugal, slovenia, turkey and of course netherlands :)<br /><br />make it count cius cius<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-8735735465129313878?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-84113123734650523982009-05-17T14:42:00.000-07:002009-05-17T14:54:12.467-07:00finnaly ...spun iar prepare to take off....si dupa cateva luni cand am fugit just me and my car...acu e timpu sa fug mai departe :)<br />stii ceva?cred ca o sa-mi fie un pic dor de tine si sunt chiar foarte confuza si nu mai inteleg nimic dar chiar si asa imi place :)<br />trecand peste toate lucrurile ciudate care mi s-au intamplat in ultima vreme am ajuns la concluzia ca viata e chiar fascinanta si mai ales...coincidentele si faptul ca lumea e extrem de mica ...lucru care cateodata ma sperie dar maj timpului e in sensu bun<br />am mancat vata pe bat si mi-am luat bubble maker finally :D si-l iau cu mine acolo unde ma duc...si gata si bagaju si acu o ultima conversatie cu el...pana maine :D si tre sa gasesc cd-ul pentru prezentare sa-l iau cu mine si camera si inca alte mii de chestii....of detest packing-ul....<br />asadar pana data viitoare cand o sa mai scriu pe blog raman cu gandul la africa si piramida mea improvizata , la el si i'll make a toast for new beginings...even wid old friends :)<br />cius and cya soon ( i hope :) )<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-8411312373465052398?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-66461586737435139692009-05-12T12:11:00.000-07:002009-05-12T12:33:10.710-07:00lasa-ma mai lasa-ma...si pe ideea de verde in suflet al lui Sihard rulez de ceva vreme incoa...cum el mi-a impartasit din clipele lui oprite o sa-i impartasesc si eu dar face to face... :)<br />until then azi a fot o zi bizara si desi am anulat toate intalnirile care le aveam am inceput-o cu un frappucino cu sirop de blue bery la my old friend starbucks :) like long time ago...si apoi fuga prin gradina cu Bubutz si hmmm ce mama tanara...sau e al tau? and so on...se pare ca lately intri pe target doar cu copilu ca accesoriu...big stupidity dar cum lumea e plina de oligofreni blamati de soarta si de frustrati incapabili sa-si construiasca propia viata sar in vietile altora deja construite...pe principiu confortului sufletesc indaptat....ce simplu si lame in the same time...<br />una peste alta recunosc ca plimbandu-o pe Bubutz prin gradina si pe aleea cu castani am avut un feeling interesant, sau atunci cand i-am cantat asa cum ii canta el ei sau cand ne uitam la nuferi si ratuste...si dintr-o data back to reality si in haos again dar m-am edificat asupra numelui ceea ce e bine de stiut :)<br />lucrurile mici ne fac oameni mari si lucrurile mari cum ne mai fac atunci?<br />o melodie imi rasuna in cap de ceva vreme si i can't let it go sau poate ea nu-mi da pace mie...si de acolo de sus se vede fain bucurestiul :)<br />in caz ca am disparut fara urma, i'm sorry but i can't live altfel...i can't stick just to one place...now it's up to you to follow me or not..but better not...nu ajuta mai mult distruge si da ai dreptate fiecare are parte exact de ce merita...<br />si da those were the days...si nu se mai intorc si life goes on poate o sa intelegi si tu candva asta...si o sa move on si o sa fi happy far from...<br />pana cand o sa faci tu asta...eu plec de data asta la rainy weather si fog...nu acasa dar destul de aproape...pe insula...nu aia de demult dar si asta cred ca o sa-mi placa chiar daca nu sunt palmieri si hamac pe plaja...ci doar fog and rain si marea....dar face bine la racorit neuroni incinsi si la spalat feeling-uri obositoare :)<br />asadar arrivederci roma...si until next time...see u in paris like old times i know ....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-6646158673743513969?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-69242265926502183952009-05-06T13:18:00.000-07:002009-05-06T13:51:55.419-07:00e ca o poveste gen...ca atunci cand esti mic si inante sa adormi ti se spune o poveste care sa te adoarma...numai ca eu o retraiesc de ceva vreme in vis...on and on and on si nu-mi da pace...ma bantuie si ma trezesc in mijlocul noptii total bulversata<br />neputinta oamenilor de a-si exprima feeling-urile se revarsa asupra subconstientului poate sau incetarea existentei unui canal de comunicare comun iti face carcei la creier....e un fel de inghetata topita si mancata pe post de felul 1...intr-un cuvant it sucks....<br />vorbeam ieri cu M si imi spunea ca niciodata nu o sa putem folosi cuvintele pentru a transmite ce simtim...si mi-am adus aminte ca intr-un timp foloseam expresia de "sentimente refugiate in gesturi", ca modalitate de exprimare .....<br />cu cat ne afundam mai adanc in culoarele mintii cu atat pierdem mai des notiunea simtirii...e bizar dar cat se poate de real, trecand prin sita minti distrugem usor orice semn de vibratie emotionala. asa cum spunea si RC "doar in misterioasele ecuatii ale dragostei poate fi gasita logica ratiunii"...hmm frumos spus dar cat din asta e adevarat? si de ce ai sta sa te intrebi daca e sau nu adevarat...e o fraza spusa in bataia vantului cand te plimbi pe plaja la apus de soare si visezi la implinirile sufletesti ce ai vrea sa le ai si nu le ai tocmai ca esti prea frustrat ca sa le poti implini....<br />sharmul existential al singuratatii e reflectat in dioptriile ratiunii. lately am auzit multi oameni plangandu-se din diverse n motive. e tendinta umana de a gasi calea cea mai complicata de solutionare cand ce e cel mai simplu e evitat si ocolit ca o prapastie abisala. oare de ce?<br />nu ne convine sau nu ne place dar ramanem agatati in conjunctura respectiva de teama de a fi liberi si detasati, de teama de a fi de neatins, de a nu mai simti...o teama inutila, puerila si uneori chiar distrugatoare.<br />cand o avalanse de ganduri iti cutreiera mintea si esti jucat de propia-ti ratiune ca o minge de ping-pong intr-o finala de campinat mondial, tinzi catre o frecventa constanta, catre un punct stabil, catre o plasa in care sa ramai prins si unde sa fi safe...de multe ori e o abordare gresita, poate cateodata e bine sa zbori direct de pe masa si sa schimbi traiectoria....poate de data asta ajungi sa aterizezi pe o crema de zahar ars uitata pe o veranda la malul marii...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-6924226592650218395?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-69216076817755037782009-05-05T03:34:00.000-07:002009-05-05T03:56:39.129-07:00aparent nimic iesit din comun....pana cand am zis da...de ce nu hai la o cafea in mijlocul noptii. uff habits-urile alea de demult...<br />in juma de h sa fi gata...si according to the plan era jos cu avariile in forta si geamurile fumurii<br />asa pornim catre istanbul...unde dupa ce picturim lumina cazand intr-o diagonalo-perpendiculara pe paharul cu paris cafe smokuim o narghilea cu aroma de scortisoara evident...ne dau afara, timpu s-a scurs...da noaptea e lunga asa ca let's hit the road<br />eu arat drumu si edono locul...zis si facut dar inainte ne oprim in londra si evit sa ma intorc a doua zi...insa zilele urmatoare voi reveni, hartile sunt aici si ma asteapta...apoi pornim catre drumul serpuit prin noapte, trapa deschisa viteza si povesti....apoi ajungem la locul lui...unde erau lumini si ratuste si unde echilibrul era un lucru vital ..si povesti iarasi...si munti, copilarie, aventuri, la un pas de moarte, papa bun si vieti tumultoase.<br />gata, e timpul sa plecam...si nu inca nu la mare ...deocamdata acasa. ok zis si facut dar cum am avetizat deja...things might happen and they did :D...noroc cu panta, iau eu volanul si edono lupta contra gravitatiei, abur , fum, confuzie, amuzament si hai sa luam un taxi...ok hmmm da unde il chemam ....after all am facut o plimbare si cu taximetristu' un pic scrantit care confunda verdele cu rosu...si in za morning i was at home....<br />p.s iarasi cu feelingul ala dubios ca old habits die hard<br />p.s 1 luna aproape plina si dovleac spart dupa 4 dim<br />p.s 2 similitudini inselatoare si cu gandul la mare...departare de casa<br />p.s 3 mi-e dor de ceva de demult....<br />p.s 4 edono thanks for zi ride<br />p.s 5 once i stoped looking back...i saw that in front of me is just london weather....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-6921607681775503778?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-32225931120248057642009-05-04T04:04:00.000-07:002009-05-04T04:47:31.354-07:00azi am pus punct. si am luat-o de la capat. ma aflu in fata liniei de start si astept sa fluture steagul sa pornesc din loc ...catre acolo unde trebuie sa ajung.<br />fara trasee panificate din timp, fara drum trasat cu markerul pe harta, fara nimic prestabilit...pur si simplu la voia intamplarii.<br />o stare de detasare completa ma inunda din cand in cand...si e bine, e altfel nu te mai lasi prins in lanturile rutinei cotidiene si incerci sa respiri ca o simpla vietate undeva in adancul padurii, sau pe varful unui munte, sau la marginea unei cascade...sunt elemente simple cele ce alcatuiesc mediul nostru si totusi le omitem zilnic dand valoare unor chestii fara pic de tangenta emotionala.<br />dupa o cearta teribila m-am apropiat de el si i-am atins fruntea...era fierbinte si incruntata...ii facusem destul de mult rau insa m-am indepartat usor apoi el a venit dupa mine....cateva secunde de liniste si atunci mi-am dat seama cat de mult ne poate minti tacerea...s-a uitat cu ochii aia mari si albastri la mine si i couldn't face it...am fugit, m-am urcat la volan si am fugit departe...de el de noi...stiu ca poate intr-o zi imi va parea rau dar...cateodata e mai bine asa...<br />zilele trecute te-am visat iar si iti spuneam ca vreau sa vorbesc cu tine, tu erai altfel si dupa ce te-ai uitat in ochii mei mi-ai spus ca o sa fie totul bine...si eu sunt suparata pe tine, si nu mai vreau sa fie totu bine in teorie si vreau sa ......ufff nevermind....i'm stuck in the white room...<br />bottom line: o sa fac ce vreau eu si o sa-mi fie bine...si mereu e ca mine...punct!!!<br />p.s si tu mai simti ceva? eu?....nu..nothing can touch me anymore...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-3222593112024805764?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-2141210132340935212009-04-30T06:37:00.001-07:002009-04-30T07:05:01.918-07:00azi e ultima zi de azi si maine vine prima zi de maine si vine primu de mai...si acu ceva vreme eram pe fuga sau in drum spre sau ma gandeam sa...acum nu...things have changed si poate un pic si eu...si stii ceva decat ca atunci mai bine ca acum!<br />nu am chef azi...nu am chef azi...si cu melodia asta la maxim zic pa tuturor de langa mine...toti pleaca mai putin eu...si pt prima data cand trebuie sa fug nu mai fac asta...<br />nu dau mai incet desi R zbiara din camera cealalata si nici nu plec...inca nu<br />zilele trecute ne adunasem la A acasa sa punem ideile pe foi...si apoi am inceput sa desenam si eu mi-am dat seama ca nu pot exprima in desen ce gandesc, ce simt ce vreau sa spun...si atunci am realizat cat de mult conteaza cuvintele pt mine...sunt esentiale..<br />nu am chef sa fac poze, nu am chef sa beau frappe, nu am chef sa ma plimb, nu am chef sa conduc, nu am chef sa fumez, nu am chef sa citesc pt licenta, nu am chef sa ud cactusii de pe birou, nu am chef sa termin ciocoalata neagra ramasa pe birou, nu am chef sa imi dau ochelarii de soare jos de la ochii, nu am chef sa ascult muzica ,nu am chef sa stau si nici sa plec...nu am chef sa exist!<br /><br />punct<br /><br />p.s vreau si eu un pic din ce ai tu<br />p.s 1 mi-am pierdut o buburuza....si asta ca am alergat prea repede si el nu a tinut pasu cu mine<br />p.s 2vreau un tei sau un salcam....pe birou<br />p.s 3 te-ai intrebat vreodata de ce mereu cand simti ceva devii constient de ce simti si etichetezi sentimentul? cum o fi sa simti ceva fara sa-ti dai seama ce e , de ce sau cum ii zice?<br />p.s 4 am pus punct si imi continui existenta confuza in alta parte...restul e ceva marginal<br /><br />arrivederci roma...si atat!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-214121013234093521?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-36569707448703509142009-04-27T16:09:00.000-07:002009-04-27T16:29:43.073-07:00e ora 2 noaptea si somnul e plecat in australia...unde soarele e deja pe cer...incer sa imi unesc pleoapele insa se resping inversunate ca doi magneti de poli identici...oare asa suntem si noi?<br />lucrurile din jur par secate de orice viata...si o melodie trista in surdina umple golurile...afland de cat de brusc se poate sfarsi tot m-am intristat ..exact cand usor ieseam din starea de latenta existentiala...<br />pentru unii viata merge inainte pentru altii a inceput o noua existenta lasand in urma lacrimi si amintiri...atat...<br />revenind totusi la lucruri mai vesele trebuie sa mentionez ca intalnirea cu ei din seara asta m-a adus pe linia de plutire cat de cat si la vreme se aude o prognoza destul de insorita ce ma face sa las vremea de londra din paris la ea acasa si sa imi pun ochelarii aia roz de soare...dau drumu la songu de drum apas acceleratia si fug...<br />vine si 1 maiu...si ce fac? i have no ideea...si nici nu stau sa ma gandesc...ca de obicei act on the spot ce pica bine pe moment, unde se opreste ruleta si unde se termina harta acolo aterizez si eu si dau drumu iar la un larg sir de unexpected things that i expected in a pshyco - trippin manner for quite a long time<br />in rest normalitate la pret de rutina si oboseala cu discount...cantitati seminificative de nepasare si morfina pentru sufletul in stare de latenta saturata<br /><br />p.s nu mai car de azi surplusuri<br />p.s 1 imi era dor de noi<br />p.s 2 si cand zic imi e dor...chiar simt asta<br />p.s 3 daca sunt sau nu speciala pentru tine nu conteaza, unele lucruri sunt facute pentru a fi terminate<br />p.s 4 zambetul razlet de fata strengara si privirea misterioasa de gentilom matur au ramas in vagonul singuratic ce fuge incet catre viena<br />p.s 7 deodata am scris 7 desi mai aveam cateva cifre in fata...de ce? nu stiu..e una din miile de enigme ce imi bat in geam zilnic...si pe care le tratez cu indiferenta din dorinta de a le da o explicatie cat mai elocventa si apropo de elocventa mai nou rulez pe faza: tacerea e cea mai elocventa modalitate de a minti la care adaugam ideea ca words were invented for those who can't communicate...de unde reiese concluzia: cu cat de strofoci mai mult cu atat o faci de kapa kapao gen..."din seria dilemele existentiale ale strumfului sarcastic"<br /><br />arrivederci roma? si de asta imi era dor....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-3656970744870350914?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-50010977941656026602009-04-24T05:20:00.000-07:002009-04-27T00:11:05.251-07:00si deci ce facem de paste? merem la budapest ca orice crestin adevarat! :)) si asa am pornit catre si anume pretenarii nostri din vest, noapte, drum relativ lung si muuulta muzica inclusiv...i wake up tommorow morning in a little bar...fill a bottle with tequila...memories come down on me..<br />ceata, somn...si granita si apoi highway pan la unguri in capitala....ca sa rezum toate zilele in cateva cuvinte fu: tare, fain, intersant, dunare, ceata, soare, case mari din 1906, fara fantome totusi, alcatraz si lebada si pantoful ucigas, marco polo un adevarat lacas de cult international...worst place ever dar even so avea un iz metalico-rokarash....<br />plimbari nocturne pe malul dunarii, rataceala maxima, clubul pensionarilor amnezici stefania, pushtiu carea avea chef de glume, insula margareta un fel de strand expirat si mult junk food si sa nu uitam de parcarea naravasa.... :))<br /><br />all in all inca o experienta de aruncat in bagaj si preparin for next stop :)<br /><br />p.s multam fain mr attila<br />p.s 2 oigen anunta-ne cand o gasesti pe clara<br />p.s 3 pretenarele lui Androsh ii transmit salutari de la stefania si iti transmit ca vor sa te vada la herculane :)))<br />p.s 4 trecem peste episodul de pe vas...dar toate pana la dunare frate...si la delta as well...<br />p.s 5 sunt tehnician de salubritate publica gen...mi se mai spune si gunoier gen , dar prefer tehnician de salubritate publica gen :))<br />p.s 6 i already miss being there...chiar si fara el...<br />p.s 7 gata acum mi-am dat sseama where is my home: always on the road... :)<br />p.s 8 si la vie en rose cantata doar pentru mine in piata centrala din budapesta....senkiu senkiu<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-5001097794165602660?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-83294345508286980692009-04-15T06:27:00.000-07:002009-04-15T07:20:59.124-07:00simplitudini ignorante, jar de vise, smoc de sperante si tumultul de indoieli canalizate catre un posibil zambet desenat cu creta pe un mar copt<br />si seria "de ce" adunata de prin vorbele zburate zilele astea in incaperi mult prea alb-negre:<br />"de ce acum cand stiu ce vreau nu mai exsita ceea ce vreau?"<br />"de ce locul meu e atat de departe de el?"<br />"de ce fug si cand ma opresc si ma uit in urma vad totul praf ca in urma unui uragan?"<br />"de ce ei nush vad de viata lor si intra cu bocancii in a mea?"<br />"de ce el vrea ca eu sa fiu ce-ar fi vrut el sa fie cand era cu ea?"<br />"de ce ma complic eu cand ea e atat de simpla si stii ce greu imi e sa ajung la simplitudinea ei?"<br />"de ce alerg vise si idealuri in loc sa-mi bag pcioarele in ea de viata si sa fiu la finish cand ajung?"<br />"de ce ma priveste asa cand ii daram orice speranta de a fi altfel? asa cum? cu ochii larg inchisi!"<br />"de ce mereu mi se pune pata pe exact ce nu trebuie si e al naibii de bun ce nu e bun pt mine?"<br />............................................................................................<br />si au mai fost ceva "de ce-uri"dar...deja m-am plictisit eu sa le redactez....asa ca pentru toti cei care-si regasesc replica mai sus...there is only one answer: de ce nu?<br />si da vand sarcasm la tona si e oferta la ironie si da eu sunt zuzu...si restul sunt detalii sau doar istorie...sau....nu n-am uitat!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-8329434550828698069?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-77002658205014676952009-04-13T14:36:00.001-07:002009-04-13T14:51:47.304-07:00nu stau confortabil...ma doare un pic spatele si gatul mi-a intepenit. ridic un pic privirea si ma uit in jur...unde sunt? un glas se aude din cealalta camera ...imi striga numele, mi-e cunoscut..glasul dar nu si numele desi e al meu, ce inseamna? de ce raspund la el? cine sunt?<br />ochii sunt destul de incarcati de cate au vazut si tic-tacul se raceste usor usor....cana de ceai de pe masa a ramas fara aroma si lumanarea parfumata s-a stins...ce trist arata totul si de ce licareste acel felinar in strada? un felinar uitat de vreme sau poate o ultima urma de caldura?<br />ploua pic pic...si tot asa se scurg si amintirle mele in raul distantei...fata ma strange si zbiara sa dau si ultima masca jos...si atunci eu cu ce mai raman? hmm cine ? care eu?<br />imagini din lumea din vis stau rastignite pe un perete ingalbenit de vremuri si adevarul din spatele cuvintelor ramane inca negrait...de ce? pana cand? si daca....<br />tabloul identitati atarna intr-un ultim cui aproape iesit din perete intr-o rana si momentele zidite acolo dispar usor usor...intra in cutie. gata circul aici, aproape am terminat inca putin si dam drumul la visare...mergem catre urmatoarea destinatie zise ea uitandu-se spre el...<br />hoinar prin propria viata, a nimanui apartinand de nimic si mereu cautandu-se pe sine..o poveste trista a unui actor, un simplu actor pe scena timpului...si cand se stinge cerul , cand cade cortina, cand se termina aplauzele ce se intampla? isi pune sapca pe cap, castile pe urechi, tenesi rupti de vreme in picioare se aseaza pe o bordura langa apa si bea o bere la cutie...dupa ceva vreme isi pune rucsacul in spate isi leaga siretul razlet si merge inainte...are o vaga impresie ca a uitat ceva.posibil, se gandeste dar e prea greu sa intoarca capul in urma, a plecat de aici cu un bagaj destul de greu...dar are suficient timp sa-l goleasca...drumul e lung...si ea a obosit....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-7700265820501467695?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-57258829389503186922009-04-01T14:25:00.000-07:002009-04-01T14:45:28.265-07:00simplitatea sta in detalii...si cu ideea asta in cap dau forma acestui post. nu ca as avea ceva memorabil de mentionat ci doar asa pur si simplu. in afara faptului ca romania sucks la fotbal nu mai e ce era o data...bine ea sucks mai la toate dar nu are sens sa dezbat asta aici...partea faina a vietii e ca atunci cand u keep ur mind open and clean desi clean e cam greu...good things happen to u cum ar fi noi experiente, si faza cu doing something new cel putin o data pe luna da roade...bine recunosc deseori exagerez si o data pe luna se transforma in o data pe zi.<br />ieri dupa ce am fost cu a mea cora la hairstylist mi-am dat seama ca mi-e dor de bombo si am luat parfum de liliac...demult nu mai mirosisem liliac. apoi azi a plouat, bafta mea eterna mereu mi se intampla asta si acum dau iar in automatism. toate se repeta traiesc intr-un cerc sau viata mea e rotunda...posibil...paradoxul e ca desi e round eu dau din colt in colt....<br />ramanand la idei e dubios ca ma incearca un gand destul de aromat, un fel de nuca de cocos cu putin val de mare si un strop de nisip pe talpa....da...exact la asta ma refer, acu intra partea cand words are not enough to express ur feelings towards something si atunci apelezi la cel mai idiot lucru: tacerea. niciodata nu am suportat tacerea nici a mea nici a celorlalti...bine cu mici exceptii :P<br />ma streseaza ca sughit acum si tastez aiurea iar gandurile sunt ca pe dunele din desert cand mergi cu jeepul sau...hmmm ca strazile din mirificul oras ce-l habitez...<br />controland imaginea minti ma afund usor usor in paradoxul vietii. cat de hilare sunt situatiile in care izbucnim in sentimente necunoscute anterior si surprizele primite sunt de natura sa ne scada definitiv interesul manifestat in directiile un pic bizare catre care ne indreptam initial. sarcasm, ironie, aroganta..hmm ce-mi mai plac cuvintele astea si da sunt rea dintr-un punct de vedere, recunosc si da nu las de la mine si da sunt fooooarte orgolioasa dar asta se stie si nu eu o sa fac primul pas in directia aia, ci tu...asta daca vrei daca nu, sunt mii de directii pe care poti sa mergi.<br />un lucru e cert nu suport minciuna desi mint, nu suport amageala desi amagesc si nu suport refuzul desi refuz destul de des...nu avem sau nu se poate ...de ce? <span style="font-style: italic;">nu</span> este o pieredere a oportunitatii...<span style="font-style: italic;">nu</span> este o stangnare in umbra propiului ego uitat intr-o foaie de hartie ingalbenita de vreme si bine impaturita. deci nu suport <span style="font-style: italic;">nu</span>!<br />si gata m-am hotarat de azi dau drumu la p.s -uri...ce-i drept mi-au lipsit :)<br />asadar o seara faina si...fara <span style="font-style: italic;">nu </span><br /><br />p.s vreau sa infloreasca teii<br />p.s 1 de data asta valseaza negru pe taste<br />p.s 2 exact cand te astepti mai putin te loveste...dar daca eu ma astept tot timpul?<br />p.s 3 damm it m-am saturat de visele mele...lately au luat-o razna<br />p.s 4 sa stii ca te-am iertat si inca demult...<br />p.s 5 sunt probleme la mansarda :))<br />p.s 6 imi place viteza....casca si motorul :D<br />p.s 7 aaa si apropo, tu ce faci?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-5725882938950318692?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-41630142169935119132009-03-19T06:08:00.000-07:002009-03-19T06:30:00.230-07:00cu parfumul de paris in aer si life will go on pe fundal...am ajuns la concluzia ca reusesc sa persist intr-o stare de ambiguitate existentiala. un mix de feeling-uri si rateuri personale.<br />imi lipseste ceva si nu stiu ce..sunt in cautare si nu stiu a ce sau a cui. uitarea e un factor de confort in care multi se refugiaza mintind realitatea si scapand de blestemul timpului care curge doar intr-o singura directie.<br />astept fulgere si m-am saturat sa astept....vreau zambete...vand confuzie si cumpar certitudine, vand regrete si cumpar fericire, vand tristete si cumpar momente ce-ti taie rasuflarea, vand iluzii si cumpar realitati violet....<br />si aseara..aseara l-am visat pe zevick...de data asta nu mai fugea, se uita la mine si imi spunea ca....ne vedem joi<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-4163014216993511913?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-75000507982829625982009-03-17T05:51:00.000-07:002009-03-17T06:04:22.913-07:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">Sunt</span> just another fuked up girl looking for her inner peace...<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Aş vrea</span> sa fie mereu noapte<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Păstrez</span> clipe oprite<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mi-aş dori</span> sa stiu ce sa vreau<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Nu îmi place</span> sa ratez momente<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mă tem</span> de ceva cred dar inca nu stiu de ce...<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Aud</span> marea in scoica mea<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Îmi pare rău </span>si atat<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Îmi place </span>vremea de Londra<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Nu sunt</span> ce nu imi place<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cânt</span> atunci cand conduc...<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Niciodata</span> nu exista<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Rar</span> uit<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Plâng</span> atunci cand rad cu pofta...<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Nu sunt mulţumit</span>a de ideea de a fi nemultumit<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sunt confuz</span>a atunci cand zic ca m-am hotarat....<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Am nevoie</span> de ce nu am acum<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ar trebui</span> sa fug....<br /><br />o pasez la Ruxu si Bufon....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-7500050798282962598?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-14121842714542548652009-03-16T02:54:00.000-07:002009-03-16T06:35:44.676-07:00o poveste de wikend like old times s-a conturat ....un pic poate diferit fata de acu ceva vreme dar intr-un fel relaxing si painfull...<br />drum nocturn..are you there yet si...somnlenta maxima...apoi soare unde sunteti? dupa benzinarie...am saniile in fata si gata am luat acu sa pornim partia ne asteapta...<br />tren oprit in mijlocul drumului ..sarim peste si gata acu suntem pe partie...<br />zapada cazaturi, coborari super, tipa de la vectra, tiza din brasov..glume caterinka poze, soare ba ninge ba se opreste ...si gata a venit viscolu sa fugim zic.<br />drum de intoarcere umar praf si...amintiri pe banda.<br />deconectare maxima si creier inghetat. toate's vechi si noua's toate si tot asa zburdam in continuare prin viata..pana la urmatorul stop zic...play...<br />enjoy it!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-1412184271454254865?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-67484796059531864812009-03-12T14:40:00.000-07:002009-03-12T14:50:10.451-07:00un bol cu salata ma astepta...si orele tarzii de demult s-au intors...ghice ce? l-am gasit...dupa atata timp si era atat de aproape de mine....in drumul meu pot spune...serendipity...a fortunate accident? poate? oare? da...pacat ca nu era mai cald asa stateam in balansoar....<br />cu notiunea de green printata pe creier si picaturi de zambet camuflat...ajung sa fac o groaza de ocoluri si sa nimeresc mereu in acelasi loc.....<br />asta seara l-am vazut, statea si o astepta in locul unde candva ma asteptai tu....si era agitat si un pic nervos dar cand ea a ajuns totul s-a diminuat erau doar ei atat...ei si lumea lor<br />mi-e dor de multe lucruri prafuite lately si in special de amintiri...<br />intr-o nota de dumbrava rosie....pe culmile guatemalei vad lumea prin ochelarii siclam si formele sunt diferite si conotatiile date lucrurilor se zbat in alta dimensiune<br />e primavara si astept mirosul ala profund de tei si povestile lungi la distanta, glumele sarcastice si privirile cu subinteles, toate la timpul lor pana atunci sartori si lupta cu urangupavel<br />seara faina si sa aveti chef.... :D<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-6748479605953186481?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-11686255217506789142009-03-10T09:25:00.000-07:002009-03-10T09:46:42.917-07:00cazuta in balanta vietii...ajung sa-mi susure in ureche valurile...si tot mi se pare departe...mai putin distanta...distanta mi se pare aproape...so close but yet sooo far...stragers over nite, friends over years...who knows what life will bring u tommorow...<br />i don't and i don't wanna know...i just wanna live....but do i?<br />constiinta mi-a pus piedica asa ca am cazut pe ganduri...ele s-au aplatizat....din baloane colorate facute din sapun au ajuns stropi de noroi pe cizmele bordeaux...<br />simplitatea e lucrul de care m-am ferit mereu si stagnarea intr-un mood pseudotorpilant m-a facut sa-mi dau seama ca nu degeaba imi plac florile cu tepi si nu degeaba imi lipsesti...<br />hmmm strange... e roua pe taste..dar nu e dimineata si becul s-a ars...lumanarile au ramas pe tort iar clepsidra s-a spart..ce frumos e nisipul ....<br />o jumatate de kiwi se uita la mine si-mi zice: eu sunt intreg, tu ma vezi juma, schimba unghiul...totul depinde de perspectiva...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-1168625521750678914?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-82866294230131102022009-03-07T01:46:00.000-08:002009-03-07T01:55:56.592-08:00o dimineata de sambata psihotripanta....as vrea sa imi gasesc intr-un final refugiul, pozitia de tipa cu twisted issues imi face necazuri nu e un lucru ce as vrea sa-l traiesc des dar se pare ca el nu se desprinde usor de mine.<br />vreau sa imi gasesc creativitatea, inspiratia, lumea pierduta, ciudateniile si nisipul din desert uitat in sticla lila cu model arabesc....nu pot sa ma mai intorc dar cu greu ma misc inainte.<br />zilele astea dupa ce am retrait experienta din paris de anu trecut....m-am gandit cat de usor poti sa nu mai fi...si stand pe pat cu ochii semideschisi cu perfuziiile picurand calmante, voci disperate in jurul meu si ideea ca atunci cand voi pleca de aici voi schimba lucrurile...mereu ne amagim cu chestia asta, ce fraieri suntem.<br />nu mai vreau orgolii, lupte de sine, principii incalcate si mandrie caraghioasa...de ce? pentru ce? aruncam lucrurile frumoase si ramanem cu minciuni, idei neimplinite si vieti iluzorii. deschizand ochii un cuvant imi bantuia mintea si urla sa iasa afara: imi pare rau....am inchis ochii la loc si mi-am gasit refugiul....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-8286629423013110202?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-75658222313717230532009-03-02T03:31:00.000-08:002009-03-02T03:50:23.840-08:00un buchet de flori in stanga sus si un croisant cu crema de cioco langa el, un kent 8 si agenda cu "to do-ul"...o zi perfecta de luni? aparent da se poate si mai bine dar...cateodata e ok si cu putin bine.<br />mintea lucreaza slow lately...si starea de amorteala zburda prin jurul meu la orice pas<br />figuri noi...desi vechi... placerea de a revedea oameni cunoscuti si neplacerea de a revedea cunoscuti...in the same time, scuze lamentabile si motive bine intemeiate toate fac parte dintr-un lantz vicios ce ma sugruma pe zi ce trece mai mult.<br />vesnicele dileme si aceleasi unghii colorate pe taste zbiara dupa altceva. vise ruinate si planuri facute zob...de ce? din diverse motive...ba nu sunt doar scuze sau poate nu a fost sa fie?? nu nu nu, nu ai vrut suficiet de mult.<br />jocul ielelor la orizont si este 12 cateodata este si 16 si mai nou il urmeaza si 17...intodeauna am zis ca 7 imi poarta noroc si merg pe bila mov de data asta...asa ca hai invarte ruleta si da-mi taclu...vedem noi ce-o iesi<br />in rest vechiul a redevenit nou si desi te uiti cu ochii aia tristi la mine atunci cand eu nu te vad stiu ca ma privesti si ca nu ai vrea sa...dar sambata am primit noroc...si daiquiri? da si din ala..<br />ce anomalie bizara...rulez pe irish lately..si cam atat<br />restul e tacere...sau placere..la alegere<br />zi faina de spring...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-7565822231371723053?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-46023764941506695672009-02-20T17:13:00.001-08:002009-02-20T17:27:43.126-08:00dum dim dam dam dam....se fini si la semana si vine 24 si o data cu ea haosul :D deci sa rulam pe 24 de idei sado-maso cibertripante:<br /><br />a. am cazut pan la urma...si le-am murdarit :(<br />b. idiotii de vineri seara - bulangiu de consultant<br />c. 300 de mailuri in 5 ore - crima si spate rupt...<br />d. avem avem audienta - da da da<br />e. mi-e dor sa-mi fie dor si elefantii pot sa zboare<br />f. amr cateva zile pan'la cluj :) fain tu<br />g. mi s-a taiat si de frappeuri, si guiness suck<br />h. canta bine tipu da nu e genu meu - no woman no cry....<br />i. in schimb celalat este :) - mda ala hai mah ca il stii tu...<br />j. catece multe si voce nema - jeleuri si fistic?<br />k. tre sa mai dau niste kile jos clar, sau nu cica sunt bine si asa!<br />l. nu mai suport oamenii care se lamenteaza<br />m. mi se rupe de societate<br />n. vreau nuferi din aia roz ca la gara din paris<br />o. a fost odata demult si gata frate las-o moarta<br />p. incepe luna pestilor<br />r. rasheeda m-a virusat si pe mine damm it<br />s. m-am saturaaaaaat si vreau la mare da sa fie vara :D<br />t. el a mers in varsovia ca sa se uite la trenuri<br />u. in sfarsit a incetat urmarirea si-a revenit macar sa-l tina...<br />v. mi-a facut placere sa te revad mister "hai pe la mine sus" ":))<br />w. de data asta nu mai e cale de intoarcere...<br />x. in ce naiba m-am bagat offff<br />z. nu trec niciodata pe zebra - e prea boring<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-4602376494150669567?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-88951221987201863482009-02-17T08:16:00.000-08:002009-02-18T02:48:56.591-08:00"Un harem de ganduri imi bantuie momentan mintea...uitandu-ma pe fereastra il vad venind spre mine cu pasi repezi, lasand urme destul de adanci in zapada. Cum ii pot spune ce s-a intamplat? cum pot face acest chin mai putin dureros? o stare de angoasa imi cuprinde corpul si imi revin in minte sentimentele de demult cand totu parea sa fie la fel de usor ca fulgul ala mic ce s-a asternut pe geam....ce simple erau lucrurile atunci.<br />Cuprinsa in gandiri dezolante aud in fundal soneria...ma ridic de pe scaun si ma indrept catre usa, ma uit pe vizor si ii vad chipul zambitor acoperit partial de o palarie cu o forma ciudata dar in contextul ala era potrivita, desi el se asorta cam rar, azi i-a iesit. Pun mana pe clanta si ii deschid, in acel moment nu mai statea nimic intre noi, era el si cu mine fata in fata....dupa atata timp, atatia ani, atatea experiente petrecute separat, atatea intamplari ciudate si iata-ne iar fata in fata....atunci ma gandeam de ce a trebuit sa se intample asa, de ce acum? Daca venea mai devreme daca ne intalneam acum un an poate lucrurile erau altfel dar...nu a fost sa fie. Ridic privirea si ochii ni se intalnesc, pentru cateva secunde am retrait primul sentiment ce ma incercase in prima zi cand l-am vazut. Mi-a zambit si m-a salutat. Ce frumos a sunat acel "buna" imi era dor de el i-am raspuns la salut si cu o mica ezitare l-am poftit inautru. In mana tinea un pachet ce mi l-a intins sfios zicand: pentru tine. Am zambit si cu mana tremurand l-am luat ca apoi sa-l las pe dulap si sa uit de el...pana azi.<br />I-am oferit o cafea si in timp ce isi dadea palaria jos m-a intrebat cum imi este? Evitand sa-i raspund i-am replicat: dar tie? Si a inceput sa-mi povesteasca viata lui in ultimi ani de cand nu am vorbit. Ascultandu-l am inceput sa ma prind in conversatie si sa uit de fapt motivul pentru care il chemasem. La um moment dat a facut o pauza, moment ce mi-a amintit ca nu mai pot amana inevitabilul si cu ochii sfiosi m-am uitat la el si l-am luat de mana. In acel moment si-a dat seama ca ce aveam sa-i spun nu-l va bucura insa se maturizase, acum putea accepta adevarul.<br />"Eu" si m-am oprit, glasul imi tremura insa trebuia sa continui, "eu, voi pleca". Unde? ma intreaba el curios si in acelasi timp zambitor. "Departe" ii replic eu." Nu stiu exact unde insa, stiu ca nu o sa ne mai putem vedea mult timp." Atunci zambetul ii pierise, fata ii revenea la forma normala si usor usor starea de mirare incepea sa creasca."Nu inteleg, explica-mi, unde pleci si de ce acum dupa atata timp cand in sfarsit ne-am regasit imi zici ca vei pleca din nou si ca iar nu ne vom mai vedea mult timp? Ce s-a intamplat? " Incercand sa-mi stapanesc lacrimile, cu un nod imens in gat suspin si il privesc adanc in ochii. "Eu...eu...voi fi o "stea". Imaginea de pe fata lui imi va ramane vesnic intiparita in minte. O stare de tristete profunda, de ura si de iubire coplesitoare l-au patruns. Nestiind ce sa zica sau ce sa faca a lasat capul in jos si mi-a atins mana cu a lui. Era atat de real, demult visasem la acest moment insa imi doream sa fiu totusi altfel nu asa cum eram acum. In cele din urma prinde glas si ma intreaba: "Vrei sa fugim?" mirata imi ridic ochii catre el si il intreb unde. "Acolo unde fugeam acum multi ani...amandoi, undeva departe". Un zambet m-a fulgerat fara sa vreau. In sfarsit l-am regasit era el, ce dor imi era de el. Fara a mai ezita mi-am pus haina pe mine, cizmele bordeaux in picioare si sapca pe cap am privit in oglinda si pentru prima oara dupa mult timp ma vazusem din nou pe mine. L-am luat de mana am incuiat usa si am coborat scarile.Ajungand in fata casei mai privesc inca o data in urma. O senzatie de emotie m-a cuprins , am inchis ochii si i-am dechis la cateva secunde dupa..era in continuare langa mine. Fara a mai astepta ne-am departat de casa si am urcat in masina. Mirosul acela era si el acolo ma astepta...uitandu-se catre mine imi spune: "De ce abia acum?". Intorc usor capul catre el si ii ating obrazul cu mana: "Timpul nu asteapta, dar sansele vin eu am profitat de ele, am urcat in sute de trenuri si am asteptat alte sute pe peron, am baut in fiecare dimineata cafea si mereu am spus noapte buna. Am vazut lumea si lumea pe mine acum e timpul pentru altceva". El se uita la mine si ochii ii lacrimau, parca ar fi vrut sa dea timpul inapoi, sa fim iar copii, sa facem alte alegeri si sa ramanem impeuna, sa crestem impreuna si sa fim acum altfel altundeva dar nimic nu era posibil. Resemnat imi spune: "Toata viata am asteptat momentul oportun. In asteptare mi-a trait totusi viata visand la un singur moment si cand acesta a venit imi dau seama ca trebuia sa pun capat asteptarii demult". Nu voiam sa mai continui in sarada de regrete imi era rau si ma simteam din ce in ce mai slabita, ma durea. El m-a vazut a pornit masina si uitandu-ne unul la celalalt ne-am spus:"Acum este timpul nostru"...astfel am lasat in urma strazile inzapezite si orashul mohorat si cu muzica in surdina am plecat cu lumea noastra in lume...." de atunci au trecut 7 ani si cutia a ramas nedeschisa pana azi...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-8895122198720186348?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-74095935518613220242009-02-16T07:34:00.000-08:002009-02-16T07:52:51.187-08:00m-am saturat.....si cam asa sunt de ceva vreme incoa'<br />imi bag picioarele in orashu asta de rahat...m-am plictisit de oamenii din el, de trafic, de masini, de muzica, de cluburi, de baruri, de toate locurile de pierzanie and stuff...m-am saturat de oameni ipocriti, de mutre triste, de priviri rautacioase, de idioti si de superficiali...orice stare de bine ai avea iti e scurt deteriorata....nimic nu mai are sens si zambetele sunt fortzate...<br />e ca o cusca care se micsoareaza pe zi ce trece...nu e nici cald nici rece...cateodata as vrea sa zac incontinuu...pacat ca nu pot persista in starea de sictir mult timp...asta e nus facuta sa fiu asa dar tare as vrea.<br />ma plictisesti ingrozitor si tu si nu mai am chef de discutii inutile, tot ce fac tot acolo ma intorc si simt ca ma usuc in mediul asta...<br />una peste alta it sucks si vreau sa fug iar...si imi e imposibil si m-am saturat de imposibilitati frustrante....<br />concluzia - mi se rupe si starea de sictir are sanse din ce in ce mai mari sa se stabilizeze si acum un fragment recent:<br />Larif a iubit-o pe Karisha pana in clipa cand ea s-a intors spre el si i-a spus" iubesti fantome, eu sunt demult altcineva ce nu intelegi, masca aia care o data era a ta acum e a altcuiva nu mai suspina ca un catzel batut de soarta, un amarat hoinar in toi de noapte pe strazi...hai maturizeaza-te si pleaca , nu intelegi ca esti inutil omenirii, o gluma proasta a destinului"<br />dar Larif nu a inteles si i-a replicat: "iubesc ce e in tine nu ce vad altii, desi ai multi iubiti doar eu te iubesc, si nu iubesc ce arati sau ce faci, cum te imbraci sau cum vorbesti ca la asta te pricepi cel mai bine sa simulezi...esti mereu alta in exterior dar in interior esti aceasi...esti tu"<br />foarte nervosa Karisha se uita spre el si pentru ultima oara ii arunca in fata cateva cuvinte: "fraierule, chiar nu intelegi...eu nu mai exist...eu sunt altcineva cineva pe care tu niciodata nu o sa cunosti, a ma iubi inseamna a te condamna la o moatre lunga si dureroasa, nu fi prost mergi mai departe si uita-ma...si inca ceva: niciodata nu te-am iubit, dar recunosc mi-ai starnit sentimente caraghioase, adio copil destramat"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-7409593551861322024?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-42353747585064695212009-02-09T06:50:00.000-08:002009-02-09T07:20:22.284-08:00save tonight .....tommorow i'll be gone...<br />vreau sa scriu acum pentru ca acum astept si deja nu mai suport sa astept...niciodata nu am avut rabdare si numai asta primesc...dar poate si rabdarea asta are un scop...<br />apopo de ce vb cu L saptaman trecuta...lucrurile s-au schimbat si multumesc Arual pentru ce mi-ai adus...l-am primit exact cand trebuia...si acum sunt iar fluturi bezmetici...si offf...<br />fumez destul de mult lately nici urma de a renunta...si se pare ca nici visele mele nu mai renunta la mine...zilele trecute l-am visat iar dupa mult timp...om vedea<br />ur just too gud to be true...si de data asta nu vreau eu sa deschid ochii...<br />vreau bezele si o aventura de neuitat, vreau calatorii intense si oamenii optimisti, vreau miros de scortisoara si orhidee pe masa...vreau insule si cocktailuri, vreau ceata din londra si cafeua din paris...<br />stateam azi pe balcon si fumam o tig, aveam ochelarii de soare la ochii ca de...batea soarele destul de enervant si pt cateva secunde pana la cloxonul tirului care aproape intra intr-un matiz... auzeam marea si valurile erau asa mari si bune de surf...si plaja plina de oamenii bine dispusi si nisipu asa fin...si el langa mine, cu chipul reflectat in ochelarii mei de soare...pe principiul ce face masa de pranz din tine si starea de latenta a creierului....<br />alta data alte povesti...acum munca...si destin!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-4235374758506469521?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-18223598328965908592009-02-06T06:42:00.000-08:002009-02-06T07:25:53.831-08:00cineva mi-a zis ca dimineata e cea mai frumoasa perioada a zilei...oare? mie imi place dimineata doar in istanbul....acolo e altfel...e marea e mirosul proaspat de o zi fara stres si doar daily stuff intrate in rutina si facute cu placere...paradoxal<br />mie imi place noaptea...gen ora 2-3 noaptea adanca cand vad luna maare si galbena...(sau doar luna.) e si mai tru...si marea noaptea e si mai faina...mi-e dor de mare trebuie sa ajung cat mai repede acolo.<br />sambata m-am hotarat fug undeva aproape sa fac poze...n-am mai oprit demult timpul<br />vorbin azi cu Natrina imi spune ca a ratat o perioada din viata si ca acum vrea sa o reia...imposibil i-am zis eu. de ce ai face asta...singurul lucru care ar iesi ar fi o suprapunere stupida peste alta perioada din viata pe care o vei regreta cand vei mai inainta un pic...toate la timpul lor asta e clar...si imi e din ce in e mai dovedita<br />in alta ordine de idei stateam aseara de vb cu L si imi spunea ca el nu simte nimic...si i-am confirmat starea...si a zis ca nici nu ii e dor sa simta ceva orice...deja vb cu automatism in voce..nu mi-a placut insa sper sa isi revina curand. nici eu nu simt nimic...si asta ma face sa ma simt somehow robot...sentimentele alea minuscule de bucurie ca te-a sunat cineva cu care nu ai mai vb demult sau ca ai luat un exam sau ai reusit ceva ce parea inintial imposibil sau si mai si...fluturii aia bezmetici si ametiti din stomac...hmmm nu, departe de mine...actionez la comanda si traiesc in sistem, sistemul care odata il blamam am devenit iar victima lui ce ironie jalnica.<br />cateodata pierd sirul evenimentelor si zilele trec pe langa mine ca minutele. clepsidra nu mai are mult nisip si se scurge mai repede.<br />am recitit zilele trecute ce ii scrisesem candva si mi-am dat seama ca stiam mai mult decat voiam sa recunosc ca stiu..si chiar si asa uneori imi e dor...<br />vine pleaca sta un pic...dupa care iar pleaca si apoi iar se intoarce..da, dar nu ma intreba de ce fac asta...poate ca imi place sa ma intorc aici mereu, te-ai gandit ca poate tu esti acel punct fix din lumea mea haotica?<br />ce-i mult nu-i bun si ce-i putin nu e suficient...agitatie, nebunie, haos...dar asta imi place...mereu pe fuga niciodata doar aici...cu gandul aproape mereu acolo, asadar...arrivederci roma<br />ceva: Sunny days,look around you now/Find a place where you can't be found /Don't be scared/Dreams will take you soo far away/I'm the man who can't be arround you/I'm the man who stays just behind you/Why do you have to go /Why my life is it so /We're so bad I didn't know....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-1822359832896590859?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-61432176441948918942009-02-01T03:27:00.000-08:002009-02-01T04:25:48.772-08:00da aseara eu eram the girl wid the red dress...si el stia asta, si acest lucru mi-a fost confirmat ulterior dupa ce A a facut ce trebuia eu sa fac...dar intr-un fel e ok si asa...acum om vedea...<br />imi dau din ce in ce mai mult seama ca nu apartin de aici...si abia astept sa vina sf lui feb sa fug la cluj cateva zile, acolo ma asteapta R si o parte din acel coltz de demult...cu aer de nou si de "fain" :)<br />cateodata am impresia ca traiesc intr-un hotel de 8 stele jumate unde lumea intra si pleaca, unde azi suntem impreuna si maine nu ne mai cunoastem, unde azi bem impreuna un shot de suferinta psihotropanta si maine disparem in 2 parti diferite fara sa ne uitam in urma, ca si cum nu ne-am stii.<br />contorsionand o idee ce-mi zburda acum in cap as trage lejer concluzia ca toate lucrurile trebuie facute la timpul lor. ieri noapte ma intreba Arual daca am regretat ca mi-am ascultat primul impuls ..si i-am raspuns ca atunci nu....dar a doua zi dimineata da. e ceva strange cu dimineata....atunci e ca si cum as fi alt om. gandesc foarte rece si nu vad nimic in gri, dimineata fug cu lumea mea in lumea lor...dimineata nu vreau sa beau cafeaua cu tine vreau sa o beau singura departe de tine, dimineata nu vreau sa imi spui ce simti pentru mine sau sau ce planuri ai pentru noi , dimineata vreau sa fug cat mai departe de tine, sa imi fac singura planurile si sa sa opresc singura clipele...dimineata nu ma intereseaza visele tale , ca eu le am pe ale mele....intelegi?<br />acu imi suna in creieri in afara de bum bum -ul din urechi datorita serii de ieri..."i wanna go to bed wid arms around me...but wake up on my own"<br />trecand peste sinapse calibrate...mai am un exam mama masii de SPE si apoi gata...si eventu pe 24 feb...si then gone in the mornin...<br />until the inevitable happens tell me: can u read my mind?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-6143217644194891894?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-10530232083076655282009-01-28T13:26:00.000-08:002009-01-28T13:45:48.157-08:00timpul....element ciudat singurul lucru de care ne impiedicam zilnic...<br />e trist...cand pui un pic pe pause si stai sa te uiti in jur si iti dai seama cum fiecare zi care trece lasa in urma un om tot mai greu de recunscut.<br />stau si ma gandesc ca valoarea lucrurilor care ni se intampla, a oamenilor pe care ii intalnim, a ceea ce facem e data de timp. noi suntem azi ceva si peste un anumit timp altceva....dam vina pe experientele care le-am avut...din cauza lor ne-am schimbat etc...not tru...ne-am schimbat ca timpul a trecut pe langa noi..timpul in sine inseamna schimbare.<br />timpul vrem sa-l umplem, cu ce il umplem e la alegerea noastra...ceea ce facem in timpul respectiv e strict actiunea fiecaruia...<br />e trist cand se intampla sa stau si...atunci imi vin toate chestiile in minte care le omit si pe care o data le pretuiam altfel acum nu le mai acord aceasi importanta<br />cat din timpul nostru il petrecem langa persoane care chiar tin la noi? cat din timpul nostru alocam oamenilor care ne-au fost mereu alaturi si ne sunt chiar daca i-am uitat? ce pretuim mai mult, ce prioritati ne stabilim? de ce uitam lucrurile esentiale si valorificam nimicuri?<br />fugim prin lume asa de bezmetici...si uitam de armonia aia care ne da linistea. cautam fericirea...indeed si ce gasim...hmm nimic din ce am cautat, logic...nu cautarea e raspunsul mereu...incercarile ne dau mult mai multa satisfactie...<br />oricum idee e ca picand asa in putul gandirii am ajuns sa-mi para rau ca am omis lately chestiile cu adevarat important, poate ce cautam e atat de aproape de nici nu ne dam seama...si noi alergam dupa cai verzi pe pereti.<br />imi e dor de ce eram o data...nu as vrea sa mai fiu la fel e imposibil si ar fi intr-un fel regres dar de ce pe parcus am uitat ce pretuiam atunci?<br />mi-e dor de oamenii care imi sunt dragi, mi-e dor de happy place-ul care atunci candva il aveam aproape...mi-e dor de promisiunile facute si de inocenta de demult, de vise frumoase si de ideea ca viata e chiar roz daca am ochelarii aia smekeri la ochii...<br />ne mintim ca o sa fie bine, ne mintim ca simtim iubire sau ura, ne mintim ca suntem altfel...de ce nu acceptam ce este, simtim si suntem de fapt? e atat de greu sa fim sinceri? e atat de rau? da...suntem vulnerabili, oamenii sunt rai si do bad things to u....doar motive si piedici in a fi ce esti de fapt. fiecare traieste in lumea lui imaginara si se simte bine? oare? si cand deshide ochii ce<br />vede? nu stiu, tu sa-mi zici!<br />all in all my point is that nu intodeauna traim langa cine trebuie.......si ce curaj avem sa tinem ochii inchisi... ce e cel mai trist e ca persistam in greseli pana uitam sa punem punct si cand asta se intampla...timpul ne-a luat-o cu mult inainte...<br />seara faina si don't stick to what u have..stick to what u feel only...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-1053023208307665528?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-11299738450892533052009-01-24T17:24:00.000-08:002009-01-25T05:20:05.466-08:00desi credeam ca saptamana a inceput bine...nu a fost chiar asa...ma streseaza deja ca lucrurile trebuie mereu sa ia cealalta fata...de ce? de ce mereu fara exceptie...desi credeam ca gata...no more....se pare ca nu e inca over...si iar examene si iar o ard pe stil oligopol fudulian...si sigur ma mai vad cu el si in summer...<br />pe langa asta vin altele...nici alte aspecte nu se dezmint...si my tongue still hurts after that damm hot inka shiat...atunci cand am baut cu M nu era chiar atat de hot...dar oricum nu asta e important...k nu ma mai intorc acolo<br />trecand peste multe aspecte revin iar in acelasi cerc vicios...unde semnele sunt din ce in ce mai dese...si deja e stresant, unde vad numai ce nu vreau....si iar ma inchid in spatele zidului...toate drumurile duc la paris...si asa a fost si sapt asta cu frappucino java chip.. plaza gen si...gasca reunita m-a facut sa revin in cadrul la vie en rose...pt cateva momente apoi wake up call si back on track<br />ideea e ca desi am pus pe pause...nu e ok asa...si nu sunt eu...si god damm it i don't belong here.<br />da vreau sa fug si nu de ceva sau cineva ci catre ceva...sau poate cineva...sau nu stiu exact dar stiu ca vreau sa fug catre acolo si asta seara poate as fi putut dar am zis iar pass desi..poate semne erau....dar guts din parti...<br />pun bariere si obstacole e ca la sarit garduri...nu am niciodata drum liber...si de ce? cause i have a very twisted mind...si imi place sa ma complic.<br />all in all hope 2 see u again incognito lad....desi pari atat de cunoscut...a familiar face, a familiar smile...and most of all a familiar way of being...<br />am dat nastere instant la inca un post lame...si nu mai am timp sa fac poze ceea ce e trist...si pic din ce in ce mai mult lately...si ma indepartez de tot ce eram o data si de el nu-mi mai pasa...o fi bine o fi rau...who knows?<br />acum m-a accidentat un gand si anume: ce simti cand sufli intr-o papadie?<br />si tot in stilul asta ma gandeam aseara...cum ar fi daca am putea trai ziua de maine inaintea zilei de azi....daca am trai consecintele inaintea faptelor, vazand consecintele am schimba faptele? cum ar fi daca am trai mereu cu o zi inainte? daca am trai ce se intampla maine...cum ar fi azi? daca azi ar fi maine si maine azi? hmmm clipoceli existentiale de 4 dimineata...<br />pe stilu minte-ma si apoi minte-ma ca m-ai mintit renunt la jocul de roluri si la orashul asta plictisitor si la vechile fetze pictate pe panza mea...si intorc spatele...uita-ma si stick to that..cuz' this time u gotta let me go....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-1129973845089253305?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-72618151042081237282009-01-19T13:12:00.000-08:002009-01-19T13:48:59.055-08:00un inceput spectaculos de saptamana si nu numai...this might be the begining... :)<br />ne intoarcem acolo unde am stat 4 ani si cu Natrina...depanam amintiri...rezolvam miracole :D si apoi acolo unde copacul e in mijloc si eu sunt rusoaica si ea, ea e din polonia :))) radem glumim povestim si apoi hai...<br />o incursiune in trecut dupa lupta crancena cu cainii si "ce liniste e aici...si soarele apune si noi suntem...mda...si iarta-ma ca nu te-am mai vizitat demult si iti multumesc ca esti in continuare langa mine'"<br />apoi fuga catre maman...si povestim, Lily ma sperie cu L al ei...si dupa concidente care slava cerului nu sunt similare decat pana la un punct...plecam...si nu, nu merem sa invatam ci merem in orash..ce bine suna sa zici asta in sesiune!<br />ne intalnim si cu M al Natrinei si cat il asteptam pe Ab ...povestim si timpu trece ei pleaca si eu raman...<br />it's not like i'm not used to be like that..pt un moment acu cateva zile am crezut ca nu mai e asa dar se pare ca inca e...si imi doresc sa simt si eu ceva...si sa offf gata nu mai spun ca apoi o sa spun prea multe si iar o sa se termine rau...<br />Raisha dupa un pahar de vin fiert vrea la gara si...mi s-a trezit iar spiritul de haihuiareala...si ii dau ascultare cu prima ocazie clar :D<br />asta seara nu era cazu...ca mama ma astepta cu papa bun acas...si vestile bune tind sa vina si pe tzeava electronica...si maine voi face primul pas :)<br />pana atunci raman la stadiul de pahar de vin si fata cu cercel de perla pe final...dupa care the other side si poate atunci ma vad si cu tine...mi-e asa un pic de dor de tine, nu mult dar suficient si ascultam zielele astea melodia aia kaleidoscopic skies...si e perfecta pentru tine...si pentru ochii tai...da da aia hipnotizanti si addictive :P<br />un irish fantasy cu gust de scortisoara..si un strop de baily's si privirea ta...care ma bantuie incontinuu...dar stii care e partea faina? ca nu vreau sa scap de ea cause ur'hot and ur cold ur yes then ur no...ur wrong then u're rite...and so on si in a way or another suntem la fel....<br />acum vorbind cu Arual am ajuns la concluzia ca imi lipsesc subtilitatile alea inutile care imi umpleau vremea si imi dadeau alt suflu...dar alea erau in alta lume, aia de care imi e dor, de imaginea aia care o proiectasem eu si care era alimentata de minciunile lui...doar o fatza trista pe tabla mea de joc..un "rege" la care am dat sah mat!!!<br />si cu asta am spus tot...pana data viitoare alergati iluzii si jucati-va in nisip cu sperantele, imprumutati fericire si luati pe datorie timp...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-7261815104208123728?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-65822985494112023782009-01-17T10:26:00.000-08:002009-01-17T10:51:24.930-08:00love me love me...say that you love me..fool me fool me...go on and fool me...<br />si asa ajung iar cu unghiile roz sa butonez niste taste destul de invechite care au spus lucruri pe care buzele au refuzat sa le imprastie...si pe care core-ul le-a dat banned din cauza faptului ca totul s-ar termina urat....<br />intr-un final asa a si fost de fiecare data...insa asta nu ma impedicat sa continui sa incerc...<br />in ultimele nopti....stau din ce in ce mai mult treaza si ma gandesc la ce as fi putut sa fac altfel de cat am facut, in afara faptului ca asta e o pierdere inutila de timp...umplu clipele alea in care sunt chiar singura...si sunt asa pentru ca nu vreau sa primesc pe nimeni in camera mea verde..sau poate doar pe el, spiridusul...dar el inca nu stie daca vrea sa vina sau sa plece...desi eu as vrea ca el sa vina si sa nu mai plece...<br />in rest, m-am convins ca timpul trece si nu iarta....si ca la21 de ani eram mult mai ok decat acum si ca nu pot da timpul inapoi si ca atunci cand voi imbatrani de-a binelea voi ave o criza existentiala....dar imi va trece destul de repede...<br />acum vb cu arual si am o dilema existentiala daca sa dau send sau nu...si imi fac atatea procese de constiinta..ca o data demult...se pare ca nu m-am vindecat...si daca si poate si parca....de ce mereu ma impiedic de chestii de genu asta...de ce pot fi mai simpla??? cred ca niciodata nu o sa ma lamuresc complet...offff<br />arual a renuntat intre timp la dresul mov si la tocuri....eu nu renunt la tenesi si ciorapii colorati in carouri...si desi imi e foarte foame...nu am de gand sa mananc...sigur sunt doar fluturii aia care fac ture prin stomacul meu si gata m-am hotarat...astept un semn..si dupa aia i'm gone :D<br />pana atunci...mai e...si cu guns pe background si starea de man...what should i do...astept exact ceea ce detest si anume sa astept...si acum ma gandesc ca imi e dor de el..si de noptile alea in<br />care alergam prin orash de colo colo...si ne recreiam creierii impeuna...in spotul nostru...si atat..si acum pun punct.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-6582298549411202378?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-13255261625096934842009-01-13T14:23:00.000-08:002009-01-13T15:02:19.262-08:00dupa panica eterna asternuta inainte de conectarea la aparate....s-a dovedit ca sunt fercita la maxim...e din cauza lui? pai ...da cred, adica da sigur! si ai vazut ca te-am facut sa iesi de aici cantand...si asta inseamna ca ati avut dreptate? da! hmm nu eu cred, cred ca e vorba doar de un accident norocos...<br />si asa am ramas fara benzina, si portofelul uitat la birou..si R venind val vartej sa il aduca...merci mate si bro plictisindu-se de moarte...si eu de vorba cu D cand stop si atunci dammm deci ma doare capu no more for me today...<br />si inapoi acasa...si Arual care acum...musca din cascaval :))) felicitari my dear, o tig in micul paris si fuga acasa und in fata la non stop ma astepta C ..transferul de masini, efarsa geanta si off we go...destinatia bruxelles...<br />acolo dupa frappe-ul ca aperitiv si we go blue on smoke tonite...apare si A...lil fellow si dam drumu la intepaturi si tocmai scorpio statea deoparte...apoi egalam si ramanem la 2-2 pentru asta seara, radem glumim dar nu parasim incinta...eh la un mom dat am zis hai cu noi acasaaaaa<br />infruntam frigul din masina si cand se facu cald...jos pana aici am platit<br />A ma intreaba: inseamna ca ai priza la barbati? eu ii raspund ca am mai multe prize dar pe ele nu scrie barbati ci atentie 2 20 ....si neg ideea unei posibile provocari<br />stand stramb si judecand drept, anumite chestii trestii...mi-e dor de o cafea in balasoar, n-am mai baut demult una ca atunci si cu ideea de always commin back i move forward....si chiar fast<br />acum C nu ma mai crede si are impresia ca mint mereu, nu e o impresie sa stii...e realitatea dar e realitatea ta. da mint si destul de mult, da imi plac jocurile de culise si barurile underground, nu prea suport lumina si as vrea sa fie juma de an seminoapte si alta jumatate numai sunset...si da D avea dreptate...sunt asa din cauza ta...si poate tu stii asta si tu esti un fel de bomboane colorate intr-o cutie semi-sferico sintonidiala...e parfum de tei in devenire si o carte rasfoita langa mine...am dat la pagina 72 unde scria: "lucrurile ramaneau mereu in urma, in spatele ei el parea o fantasma desi gandul ca se putea elibera de acea fantasma o bantuia zilnic, ea nu voia si prin geamul vopsit privea afara...gandindu-se ca asa lumea e mai colorata. Din spate el se apropie si ii sopteste: nu privesti de unde trebuie. Unde ar trebui sa ma uit? In urma....acolo gasesti raspunsul "...faina cartea oricum merci de recomandare<br />aaa si sa nu uit thai a fost ultima piesa a puzzelului...ce faina e viata ani de zile astepti un rapuns la o intrebare care te bantuie si intr-o zi o persoana apare brusc in viata ta si de nicaieri iti ofera ultima piesa...si atunci te intrebi...unde ai fost pana acum?<br />somnolenta maxima si adrenalina in vis..nimic mai placut, poate intr-o alta viata acum nu. seara faina si clujul ma asteapta...prima oprire pe anu asta si setata pe never refuse an invitation...asa incep toate.....sa fie haos zic....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-1325526162509693484?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-18996905623000953952009-01-12T13:54:00.000-08:002009-01-12T14:19:37.787-08:00valsez pe ritm de salsa in semiobscuritate....si damm e al naibii de bine.<br />un inceput de saptamana care initial parea boring totalmente...in final nu a mai fost asa...gatul ma doare in continuare si raceala o sa se instaleze sigur am asa un feeling<br />se zice ca atunci cand te astepti mai putin te loveste si asta e varianta pentru ambele poluri...si cu plus si cu minus...si tocmai ce vorbeam mai devreme cu pretenarul meu vechi joshkrin de faza cu all good things happen to people who wait...<br />lately simt ca sunt deasupra apei si e un sentiment foarte fain si micile dileme incep usor usor sa capete alte forme...deja mult mai indepartate...asa cum facea varul tau cand era mic :)) tare asta...<br />auzind strigatul unei voci interioare care nu facea tic tac tic tac ca al meu...si primind amanarea de la japonezi in ceea ce privea detonarea mi-am permis sa zic da...dammm ce influenta au filmele astea si sa o ardem in stil picant zic...ei de data asta a fost chiar mega picant..recunosc m-am intins cam mult si mai recunosc ca nu imi era extrem de foame....dar nu mai fusesem demult acolo :)<br />dupa care un pic de rece cald...si avem unda verde ....fetze cunoscute mai mult sau mai putin placute si...o atmosfera japan style...specialitatile casei, cititul in cana, bani pentru trandafirul ei, povesti de demult, lucruri spuse si uitate, zambete, 5 cuvinte, par ciufulit, gat care doare, un silver in loc de blue, mutre triste si banale, chelnerita cu ace' n par si hai ca e tarziu si waw uite luna...si da...luna plina nu se dezminte...hmmm ciudate cai mate...ciudate....<br /><br />una peste alta...fu fain, si acu tre sa ies pe plaja cu leo...si dau drumu pe fundal la songul ala de demult.... never refuse an invitation ....keep ur mind open and suck into experience...and if it hurts its probably worth it....dar inainte:<br /><br />fragment din jumatatea de pagina ramasa uitata pe masa dupa plecarea Larindei - (p.s merci )<br />"de data asta nu...nu imi pasa...lucrurile se aseaza usor usor...si tot asa o sa vezi ca pe zi ce trece iti vei da seama cat de mult ai pierdut si ce nu ai castigat...dar toate cand va fi cazul...si mie mi-e bine asa...si acum am bratari din perle la mana si citesc savoarea unui mister in ochii lui...si demult o privire ca asta nu mi-a infruntat-o pe a mea...ochii care nu se vad se uita? nici vorba..ochii nu se uita, se citesc....si eu am citit in ai lui....ce tu nu vei citit niciodata in ai mei....iar restul e doar o briza de mai...."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-1899690562300095395?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-34555568728929353112009-01-11T13:45:00.000-08:002009-01-11T14:03:07.385-08:00asta seara cineva drag m-a rugat sa-l ajut cu ceva....si anume un eseu nici prea mare nici prea mic...despre ignoranta. inainte sa zic nu....m-am gandit un pic si cum venisem de la un film destul de training style am zis bai hai sa vedem zicem DA :p<br /><br />ideea pe care merg lately e ca nimic nu e intamplator chit ca imi dau eu seama sau nu de the real purpose...se presupune ca nimic un vine asa la intamplare si ca intr-un fel sau altul mai devreme sau mai tarziu se leaga asa ca why not?<br /><br />stand sa ma gandesc un pic am ajuns la concluzia ca desi am folosit de mult ori cuvantul asta poate nu am inteles ce inseamna cu adevarat. ce inseamna sa fi ignorant? sau ce insemna sa ignori? sau cat de buna/rea e ignoranta?<br />prima definitie la care am recurs a fost: "IGNORÁNŢĂ f. 1) Stare de ignorant; lipsă de cunoştinţe sau de practică într-un anumit domeniu; incompetenţă; neştiinţă. 2) Lipsă de instruire şi de cultură generală; incultură"<br /><br />dar partea funny stii care e, ca multi oameni considera ignoranta o eliberare...gen i don't give a shiiit...sau mi se rupe..si nu nu sunt indiferent...ci arat ignoranta...in termeni stradali "miserupism"<br />ma rog motivele sunt variate si se aplica in functie de situatii anume insa ideea e ca eu trebuie sa scriu despre un om care este ignorant intr-o anume situatie! cum poti fi ignorant intr-o anume situatie? e ignoranta o stare de spirit ceva de genu...by defalut? sau e aplicata din cand in cand?<br />anyways...procese de constiinta si dileme existentiale...sunt la 'n pe aceasta tema...i shall figure it out...am exemple destule in cercurile relativ ex-apropiate..si nu numai....<br /><br />in alta ordine de idei, asta seara inainte sa intru in bloc...ma uitam la luna...si dammm era mega plina...si ma gandeam ca era momentu sa ma transform...in kadana cu tendinte sinucigase fugita din harem care umbla noaptea pe strazi etc...dar azi am zis pas...m-am uitat la ea am tras un fum si am intrat...las altora povestile astea...mie doar imi place luna...si cand e plina si cand e half si mai ales cand e ca medalionul ala de demult... :)<br /><br />simplificand ecuatia...ma reapuc de pictat, am sandale argintii si mi-e pofta de un covrig cald cu mac...cum nimic din astea nu face sa treaca durerea infecta de gat...pun muzica in cap si dau play la visare...sper sa te revad candva....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-3455556872892935311?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-42997443583667924402009-01-09T17:12:00.000-08:002009-01-09T17:43:07.176-08:00am o usa deschisa la sifonier si privind catre ea...ma bucur ca sunt iar acasa...de data asta chiar acasa si am ajuns la concluzia ca aici ma simt cel mai bine...mi-a trebuit ceva vreme sa imi dau seama de asta. desi spuneam ca i hate to always comming back...cred ca de fapt asta e ceea ce ma face sa plec..ca stiu ca am unde sa ma intorc si ca vreau sa ma intorc aici.<br /><br />nu e neaparat vorba de cineva cat de unde sunt acum, in mansarda mea viitoare cu peretii plin de poze de prin lume, cu insula mea ( care btw mai nou a ajuns destinatie turistica de lux...lool) si creioanele colorate.<br />o sa ma apuc de pictat...n-am mai facut de mult asta, insa azi am avut un flashback interesant...si nu mi se intampla des asa ca azi il ascult....maine nush daca o sa mai fie la fel<br />mi-am regasit inspiratia si pofta de a fi generoasa cu exprimarea...imi place sa scriu si mai nou sa observ<br /><br />ce am observat in seara asta..interesanta de altfel nu neaparat fenomenala...e ca oamenii beau ca sa se simta bine..nu se simt neaparat bine cand beau...ca dj-ul dreads face doua ture o data in fabrik alta data in B...ca unii oameni prefera sa inghete pentru cateva fumuri, ca maine o sa ma vad pixelata in poza cu L ca sunt dependenta de masina , ca nu beau shoturi de tequila cand conduc spre deosebire de A, ca apartin acestui loc doar pentru ca el ma vrea aici....si stii ce? chiar imi e bine :)<br />am dansat, cu cofeina in vena ca de obicei si Arual cu campariul :P si aaaa inca ceva...deja e stresant toti oamenii noi care ii cunosc imi seamana cu oameni pe care ii stiu deja - incep sa ma plicitisesc sa cunosc oameni<br />intr-o dilema conflictuala a inimi, ca sa parafrazez o poveste de demult sunt libera...si e un sentiment fain. am reusit sa-mi blochez mintea si sa scap de bruiaj si feeling-ul e unul excentric.<br /><br />imi beau laptele cu stropul de caffea inainte de somn si imi tot rasuna in cap melodia aia starlight...far away this ship is takin me far away...si mi-am dat seama ca vreau sa plec cu vaporul....n-am fost niciodata in croaziera e foarte fain cica...pana lovesti iceberg-ul dupa aia...mai naspa cu apa.<br /><br />cel mai ciudat in ultima vreme e ca arat un real interes pentru dezinteresul altora, destul de dubios insa provocator in acelasi timp. mereu in contrast cu tine, stii ca ti-am mai spus suntem un pic diferiti insa felul tau de a fi e iremediabil. oricum ratiunea de a combate realitatea si a camufla sentimentele ti-e propie. calculand schematic ajungi intr-un punct in care vrei sa zici stop insa te retine ideea de stagnare distructiva. e aberant si straniu in acelasi timp dar sigur te incita si asta te face sa continui.<br /><br />revenind a fost o seara chill-out style...cu un pic din diverse....si un tur pe gheata.<br />catastrofa e cand renunti la obiceiuri si incepi sa impartasesti noul....atunci te dezlantui si valsezi in pasi de dnb...si uite asa se mai duce una.<br /><br />cu tic tac pe fundal si sentimentul de eliberare,se da stingerea, maine o sa fie altfel dar ceata si norii sunt parte din viata mea si imi plac...iar soarele e doar pe insula..acolo unde o sa fiu si eu candva dar mai e timp...cum toate se intampla cu un scop tot asa toate se intampla la timpul lor. am promis rabdare si incerc sa ma tin de promisiune.<br /><br />fara irish....cof doar cu ice style cof si o nuca de cocos obosita jonglez cu iluzia zilei de maine, ai vazut ce fain e in mahe? nu, dar nu ti-e pofta de sirop de mure?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-4299744358366792440?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-60921590906659905902009-01-08T14:16:00.000-08:002009-01-08T14:46:06.424-08:00nu stai tarziu!<br />niet!<br />...........................<br />in timp ce ii aducea laptele cu un strop de cafea in el....o privea si se gandea la cum erau cand s-au cunoscut...si cat de la fel este si acum....era logic se stiau de cateva ore....insa atunci ii statea paru un pic altfel, era mai ciufulita din cauza vantului de afara si a ninsorii circulare...<br /><br />ea privi catre el si cu un zambet sukar i se adresa: "cand ai plecat de acasa te-ai gandit unde ai putea ajunge" unde? aici cu tine? "nu ...in alta parte singur!" nu, m-am gandit ca plec si atat. "ciudat". de ce? "eh...acu nu mai conteaza, traim in lumi diferite, dar imi place aici... trebuia sa fi venit mai demult. ma mananca nasul stii ce inseamna?" ca te bucuri? " ha ha ha ..imi place atitudinea...esti un om vesel, nu ca el" el? cine? "un fir de amintire imi sfasie mintea...era demult si tot asa stateam...la o masa..si" dar noi nu stam la masa "ei bine eu atunci stateam...cu el...si mi-a spus ca........de fapt nu are sens sa continui...e doar in mintea mea si S avea dreptate...ne proiectam propria viziune a unei viitoare clipe prezente reflectata ulterior in actiunile lui si omiteam defapt propia lui interpretare" ma jur ca nu am inteles nimic...dar banuiesc ca undeva u have a point. "...mda si hai sa dansam...zic...muzica si uite ce unghii rosii am" am vazut....esti un izvor de ciudatenie si o excentrica in acelasi timp "multitaskin gen !" poate "si atunci...vreau sa beau... comanda te rog..." bine...atunci ...si un martini pentru fata din saigoon... "de ce saigoon?" de ce nu? " asa da, imi place in sfarsit incepi sa simti......sa bem zic"<br /><br />eu sunt fata cu un cercel de perla si neagra pe deasupra, care are o dilema psycho creativa...si traieste intr-o lume unde buburuzele sunt bune prietene cu soriceii si paradoxul de bej cu stropi e o forma euclido-spiralata de a demostra non eficienta timpului de acum....in alte cuvinte am un caltz in minte si zabovesc uitandu-ma la merele de pe soba...scriu fara sens si iubesc...ma dau cu oja pe unghii si rontai pringles la stop, ma plimb prin hoteluri cu liftu si bat in ferestre cu bulgari, sparg pereti fara intentie si dau numai strike-uri la bowling...beau un numar infinit de frappe-uri pe zi...si ascult muzica d-amea in masina...pariez si pierd de multe ori...imi place sa joc si nu neaparat sa si castig, i'm doing it for the fun not for the run...si most of all...sunt o bulversata sentimental care zbiara dupa fiinte non existente si idealuri ale prorpiului ego...<br /><br />si azi m-am hotarat: pun stop la p.s -uri...asta e ultimu!<br /><br />p.s I LOVE YOU<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-6092159090665990590?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-58462731730267706812009-01-05T06:20:00.000-08:002009-01-05T06:32:50.829-08:00n-am mai scris demult atat de des...de acu 4 ani mai exact..ohhhooo long time ago...<br />multe lucruri dubioase se intamplau pe atunci dar altele si mai dubioase se intampla acum...i'm not happy i'm feelin glad...i've got sunshine in a bag....si tot asa<br /><br />mi-e foarte somn lately...cred ca am mult de recuperat si cafeaua nu mai face fazta...cand se vor inventa pilule puternice anti somn sa ma anunte si pe mine cineva..si aici nu ma refer la coffee pils...ca de alea stiu , iau dar nu ajuta sufciient<br /><br />cactusii de pe birou in lipsa mea s-au inmultit...facura alti cactusi mai mici, pozele la locul lor in contiuare se hlizesc la mine si urla "pleaca go home"....<br /><br />mi-am dat seama ca sunt un pic ciudata...si pe langa asta imi plac globurile cu chestii inautru...si incercam sa-mi dau seamna de ce si pan la urma aseara primind unul cadou am inteles....ca e in slow motion...in lumea aia totu'e in slow motion si e relaxant sa vezi cum pica frimiturile de "zapada"sau alte stuffuri asa....lent...e chilling...<br /><br />vreau un loc de unde sa pot vedea tot bucurestiul noaptea de sus....si un loc unde sa fie deja vu london mood...si alt loc dar tot aici in bucuresti unde sa pot fi pe psycho creative wave...dar unde???<br /><br />p.s fara p.s acu...ca nu e cazu..later on...cand oi avea ce scrie interesant pana atunci te astept sa apari la interval...mi-e somn si vreau o cafea d-aia buna asa cum faci numai tu...<br /><br />arrivederci roma....(n-am mai zis demult asta :D)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-5846273173026770681?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-28529608645476321892009-01-04T11:01:00.001-08:002009-01-04T13:40:10.750-08:00departe de lumea reala intr-un varf de munte...zapada multa si luminitze...<br />un an incheiat in stil mare si un altul inceput cu "separate ways"pe fundal undeva in departare in lumea viselor...toate se intampla cu un scop cica..asa fu si de data asta<br />7 plecaram 7 veniram....drum fain, serpentine, paradis, rusa, bulgara un pic engleza sau mai deloc...si multe amintiri...<br />snowboarding...maini scrantite, genunchi praf, spate varza...dar fain, vreau si eu sa ma dau ca tipu cu rucsacu si o sa reusesc dar cu timpu<br />am invatat ca tre sa am rabdare...teoretic stiam insa practic mai greu...mereu pe fuga de ieri nu...de ce pe fuga? unde ma grabesc? unde tre sa ajung? cine ma alearga? de ce fug? sau de cine fug???<br />intrebari la care am gasit raspuns...si acum e mai bine.<br />nu mai caut, fac ce sfatuiam o data demult pe altii sa faca...sa astepte si sa enjoy ...all good things happen to people who wait cum zicea vechiul prieten joshkrin..de care btw mi-e un pic dor....<br />am ras, am cantat, am inotat, am ascultat muzica, am jucat mima pe personalitati...da frate pini farina...asa zis pufarina, ne-am amuzat, ne-am amintit, am baut, am condus muuuuuult , am avut discutii filozofice la 4 dimineata, am jucat poker pe pliculete de zahar...etc<br />"helou we ar from room ten manastir 3 etaj dva...nu avem lumina, nu merge calbu, urla alrma de incendiu, vrem inca un radiator...pica ceru etc...i-am stresat la culme si ne iubesc...<br />zoro la piscina...da si tu esti simpatic, cavalerul negru de la bowling stiu...la asta chiar sunt buna, chelneru din ruse de la spider...zdrastvite si tie, the menu din piano bar...si smeta moliat din casa greseasca...multe amintiri si toate inchise intr-o alta cutie cu aroma de...mango.<br />multe pe lista pt anul asta si majoritatea chestii importante...dar cum am spus toate la timpul lor<br />per total cam asta ar fi...restul raman cu noi...cei de acolo<br /><br />p.s artifici multe si sampanie pe partie....dammm ce ger era afara<br />p.s 1 fara ambulante de data asta..spre fericirea lui arual<br />p.s 2 sorry pentru peretele spart la bowling :P<br />p.s 3 este foarte tru frate :)))<br />p.s 4 chiar daca.....si restul e istorie...<br />p.s 5 1 an...si vedem ce zice si destinul....<br />p.s 6 foarte fain...si mai vreau..addicted to this...<br />p.s 7 in continuare cu cafeaua in vena si beatul de psycho creative pe val....<br />p.s 8 mai stai o clipa ca intr-o zi rau sa nu-ti para...nu te grabi<br />p.s 9 i'm not the one u're lookin for....<br />p.s 10 miss match....sau mingea e rotunda ;)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-2852960864547632189?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-69617833812221365062008-12-25T03:20:00.000-08:002008-12-25T03:32:24.586-08:00ultimu post pe anu asta...si uite asa s-a mai dus un an...si sa vina urmatorul zic<br />per total anu asta am trait, am simtit, am iubit, n-am urat, am plans, am ras, m-am enervat, m-am bucurat, m-am imprietenit, m-am despartit, am alergat, m-am odihnit, m-am plimbat, am stat, am condus, am citit, am facut muuulte evenimente...am avut parte de lucruri memorabile.<br /><br />momente ce iti taie respiratie...worth living for...la cum a inceput acest an...urmeaza sa se termine altfel...in a better way :D<br />calatori , experiente, oameni frumosi, placuti si destepti...tzari frumoase...capitale europene...si nu numai.<br /><br />all in all...fu fain...si la anu sa fie de 11,3 ori mai mult<br /><br />merci celor ce au facut parte din viata mea si care azi..nu mai fac din varii motive<br />merci celor care inca fac parte din viata mea pentru ca au rezistat langa mine<br />si merci si celor care sunt dar totusi nu sunt....<br /><br />p.s pe fuga<br />p.s 1 am racit<br />p.s 3 guys ne astepta muntele...snowboard zic...si poate piscina :P<br />p.s 4 thanks for the milk irish lad...si pentru plimbare la avioane :P<br />p.s 5 last christamas 2 banci goale un brad si....next...acum e purple time...<br />p.s 6 in a psycho creative way...yeah i do...i still do...<br />p.s 7 da svidania tovarasi...<br /><br />un nou an bestial plin de aventuri palpitante si de momente care sa va taie respiratia....make it count!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-6961783381222136506?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-64504922718244022422008-12-17T13:41:00.000-08:002008-12-17T13:57:55.023-08:00si uite asa am ajuns azi la etajul 10...in gtt altadata veneam cazam si plecam acum am avut timp sa stau de povesti cu oameni de demult...nice to see u again...si nice meeting u pt cei noi...<br />old stories...si poza mea in cartea lui..langa british ambasador..my friend quitan...si asa vechile amintiri regarding that unforgetable period...<br /><br />secret santa bate la usa..tot nu stiu ce sa-i iau...si un wikend cu multa palinca si voie buna acasa...acolo acasa :) cu ei...abia astept<br /><br />lucrurile se schimba, oamenii si ei, unii mai mult altii mai putin ma rog...trecem peste aceste detalii. the important thing este ca...vine vacanta!!!!<br />vreau cadouri de craciun... :) muuuulte<br />vreau surpize de craciun.... (placute, neaparat)<br />vreau zapada de craciun....mov (merge si alba)<br />vreau un trifoi cu 4 foi si el asezandu-se langa mine comandand cioco calda si crema de zahar ars...<br />vreau ceva mai altfel decat ce am avut si ....o sa primesc :)<br /><br />in rest oamenii mici raman cu cei mici iar noi suntem altfel si lumea e a noastra...<br /><br />p.s adio...<br />p.s 1 buna eu sunt...! nu-mi zi..te cunosc, stiu cine esti. da cine? acum, nimeni important!<br />p.s 2am o lustra indoita si nu merg becurile...<br />p.s 3 am mers cu rolele la job...am vazut ratzele colorate de pe dambovita si pe tipu din cafenea care citea ziarul si era pierdut in lumea lui...<br />p.s 4 damm it am scris blogu asta pt ca mi-e lene sa ma usuc la par si nu am voie sa ma culc cu parul ud - si in plus mi-e cam somn...<br />p.s 5 si da cu el ma marit :P din indepartata anglie :D<br />p.s 6 gata cu ps-urile...concluzia:<br /><br />wikend fain...ca al meu si restu de bla bla si pazea la oamenii mici..misuna printre noi undercover...salvati padurea de uscaturi...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-6450492271824402242?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-37138340729977015042008-12-11T13:33:00.000-08:002008-12-11T14:05:23.603-08:00making peace with history...azi am facut asta..sau cel putin cu o parte din ea...mai e o parte care va veni la momentul oportun...candva undeva...in timp dupa mult timp<br />timpu chiar ajuta...zilele trecute stateam si citeam vechile posturi..si ma gandeam cat timp liber aveam atunci...ciudat si cum gandeam si ce simteam...si ce mult nu mai sunt eu ce eram atunci...people don't change asta o tot repet desi zilnic ma uit in oglinda si observ opusul...da people change...not much, nu cu totul; dar isi modifica comportamentul, felul de a fi si de a gandi....oricine poate face asta daca vrea<br />azi de vb cu doctor scorpio...ca deh...altfel nu se poate...mi-a confirmat chestia asta..thnkx o sa iau si cartea aia...gud stuff...<br />ur mind can do everything...all u need is will...to change, to improve, to do better and want the best for u..suna a bulshiat i know..dar nu e chiar asa...<br />ma rog nu gasesc nici eu sensu la acest post...odata candva scriam cu rost acum scriu ca vreau...funny nu.<br />cateodata ma intreb oare ce gandesti tu cand citesti sau ce simti? sau de ce citesti? nu vreau sa-mi raspund si nu caut scuze motive sau realitatea...doar ma intreb de ce da? cand poate fi altfel.<br />se spune ca atunci cand rupi o legatura cu cineva...inca esti legat in subconstient de acea persoana si oricat de mult ai vrea sa o uiti nu poti...si chiar daca crezi ca ai uitat-o la scurt timp dupa reapare cumva in viata ta...sau te bantuie..depinde de caz...nu credeam...ce e terminat e in trecut si niciiodata nu mi-a placut sa ma intorc in timp...nu mi-a placut timpul trecut decat in povestile despre ce am fost eu odata sau ce am facut eu candva la un vin fiert la gura sobei intr-o iarna malefica de vb cu nepotii...<br />singurul lucru straniu care ma bantuie lately e ideea de haos...ideea de a nu stii si a persista in a nu stii...n-am cum sa explic, sau poate nu vreau sau poate nu are sens...nu e un jurnal online..that's bulshiat again...e altceva ! exact, ce? vezi asta nu pot exprima...stiu ca mi-ai zis de atatea ori ca e simplu dar nu e...si poate e pentru tine pentru mine e complicat ca asa imi place sa ma complic altfel nu are farmec...<br />nu am scris niciodata despre nimeni...am scris despre cum vad eu..si atat. nimic nu a fost real pentru altii fiindca realitatea e subiectiva. nu te simti aratat cu degetu...nu e vb de tine sau de el sau de ea...e vb de fiecare si de nimeni in acelasi timp...<br />ma rog enough with the bulshiat...( gata mi-am facut rating-ul l-am folosit de 3 ori in intervale diferite in contexte diferite, astept ciocolata cu scortisoara:p )<br />enough..daca ar fi sa gasesc un song care sa descrie ce vad eu acum, my view, my reality ala ar fi...hmmmm gata da asta e...with or without you..nush de ce si habar n-am dar exact asta o fredonam mai devreme...<br /><br />p.s 1 toate la timpul lor..old school dar inca aplicabil<br />p.s 2 people might chance though<br />p.s 3 vreau cadouri de craciun...si un glob de zapada cu o luna plina mov..si cu un mare zambet :)<br />p.s 4 i feel free again...<br />p.s 5 i am milk addicted...gizuz...i can't stop<br />p.s 6 astept revelionul hai odata....<br />p.s 7 maine ma duc cu rolele la munca si mai nou nu mai am loc de parcare...dar intodeauna am un loc al meu pus acolo bine, unde e cald si ninge cu zapada mov...si care ma asteapta..si nu, nu e langa tine<br />p.s 8 snowball fight pe partie! i'm in!<br />p.s 9 pozele de la concert sunt pe twisted angle...n-joy<br /><br />ceau si seara faina...restul depinde de voi...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-3713834072997701504?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-20623268513131012612008-12-02T14:07:00.000-08:002008-12-02T15:55:20.826-08:00with a ticket for a runaway train...<br />runaway on a one way track... perfect song for today tommorow and near future...<br />mai am juma de h...dup care tre sa fug. hmmm iti suna cunoscut..da da da stiu mereu pe fuga take some time for urself..asta am auzit de la el...stiam insa nu acum maybe later<br />si totusi am luat ceva timp l-am cumparat si am stat departe de clipele oprite...ceva vreme..s-au intamplat multe in timpu asta...destul de multe as putea spune..am luat biletul runaway train catre londra a venit ceata dupa mine in bucuresti...am vazut marea iarna...si mai eram si in luna de miere...am dat uitarii trecutul..am primit cu bratele deschise prezentul...am cunoscut oameni fabulosi...am facut trecut bmg-ul...si am dat nastere unei idei efectiv stralucitoare 24/7...sau non stop cum ar zice altii :P am fost french drama queen...i fell in love si m-am vindecat repede... :)) si nu era doctoru din paris...am mancat mancare chinezeasca si era naspa...am vazut clujul...am dansat cu un zmeu si am trait in reluare cateva zile...dar eram ca acasa..undeva departe candva atunci acolo si aproape...l-am revazut pe R si am inotat.<br />i hate to be right si sa-mi ascult feeling-ul..am trait zb-ul de cealalta parte a baricadei anu asta...dar nu total..cause old habits die hard...<br />am facut multe intr-un timp scurt...tipic si pe principiul barbeque la ora asta...tind sa inchei..ma asteapta jos si nici de data asta nu m-am dezmintit...da intarzii si da sunt egoista si da nu am deloc deloc rabdare...si da stiam ca ma iubesti si asa :))<br /><br />p.s life is too short for lies<br />p.s1 am glumit dar tu poti sa o iei in serios :))<br />p.s 2 ba/ed time..da da da stiu ce inseamna: timpul patului :))))<br />p.s3 green, bruxel, churchill, fuchsia, mystic...si povesti nemuritoare<br />p.s 4 revenge...mai dulce ca niciodata...si acum e randul meu...<br />p.s 5 ur lies are haunting me...tru sau mai bine zis they used too<br />p.s 6 stiu ca cei care din intamplare isi vor pierde timpul si vor citi ce am scris o sa zica vai ce lame. ce frustrata, rahat si ce ma intereseaza pe mine ce scrie asta aici...well good point ...numa ca toate se intampla cu un scop...si ma rog intr-o zi o sa-l aflati...oricum acum se poarta irish cu aroma de scortisoara..and i am gonna purple ur style :P<br />aaaa and btw...there was no november rain this year...si londra asteapta trenul de paris...gasit pe tastatura zilele trecute...seems like toate drumurile duc acolo :)<br /><br />are u watchin closely????<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-2062326851313101261?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-88107241262320024672008-10-26T12:30:00.000-07:002008-10-26T13:00:19.366-07:00mann it feels so dizzy...deci nu tre sa aiba vreun rost acum s-a terminat maratonu house...din pacate i love that man si in afara de asta astept english murderes...dar sper sa can face it<br />ieri am stat la coada pentru biletu de londra...mama ce zi plina geesh...<br />dimineata m-a prins bandu-mi cafeaua la hilton...mai exact asteptand sa intru in le diplomat...de data asta nu la eventu meu...ci era un fel de trainstation asa..unde stai la coada sa iei biletul de tren pentru metroul de londra...<br />si atunci la ora aia era 2 jumate in tokio..si cica era soare si cald si frunzele erau galbene si rosii si cadeau prin gradinile japoneze...am calatorit un pic si apoi m-am trezit la prima inghititura de cafea...hai ca e timpul ...<br /><br />si 4 ore...am asteptat si am ascultat, am citit, am creat, am scris...si am si tusit da...nu m-am putut lepada de tuse...si ca sa nu mai zic de nas..damm dar am trecut ...acum mi-e foame si vreau acasa dupa care ...<br /><br />rianda...deci hai la old man churchill ca face un frappe super tare si...dupa tre sa chetuiesc muuult vreo 11 -14 minute cica...<br />si frappe-ul si dupa aia eram in a way or another almost home..bine acolo am asteptat un pic si apoi muult de vb cu fabio...in room 13 logic..hippie man sa stii ca esti simpatic...si poate ne vedem pe lipscani...curand si apoi chatul in frig dar nu era ca la moscova si el stia mai bine...si kaneshno si apoi hai ca ...diseara face el 21 :)<br /><br />si o iau pe arual si pastilele roz pt maria..dar deh ea n-a mai ajuns si ne invartim un pic dupa care...ajungem deci am nimerit unde trebuie ca aecrim era afara ...si mesaj de la gabriel..." hai odata inauntru"...<br /><br />si am intrat si ei au baut eu am arso dubios pe pepsi...si la un mom dat a venit si rasta dj si a inceput "haosul....iuresul...etc" da v-ati prins voi...<br />si 52-ul avea un aer irish...si cu zambetul pe buze intreaga seara...plutea catre o stare care o incercase acum 4 ani...si care urma sa se stabileasca iar...insa...de ce? de ce acum? asa?hmm dubios nu...destul pot spune...oricum nu difera mult de cea de atunci...poate finalul sa fie altfel<br /><br />si o discutie cu nirolf - de data asta jamaican style si " de ce ne e cel mai frica?" nu stiu...zi-mi tu "de singuratate" si cum putem combate singuratatea "simplu, prin egoism"...huh? prin egoism? "da daca esti egoist si intorci orice situatie in favoarea ta si u take advantage of it....se rezolva"...si inca ceva "fii tu chiar si pentru juma de h pe zi...dar fii tu fa exact ce ai vrea sa faci fara nici o restrictie, spune exact ce ai vrea sa spui ca si cum nu ai avea limite, simte exact ceea ce vrei sa simti nu te infrana...fa toate astea si asa ajungi sa te definesti, inchide ochii si simte-te bine"...da dar..daca eu fac ceva ce as vrea sa fac insa persoana respectiva sau ma rog persoanele respective nu reactioneaza asa cum as fi vrut sau daca se sperie sau daca .... " sau daca...nimic...accepta orice feedback primesti si daca ...nu esti binevenit pleaca..daca nu reactioneaza cum ai fi vrut si nu te place asa, nu te apreciaza pentru ce esti inseamna ca nu ai cautat unde trebuie"<br /><br />unde? pai..sa zicem o plaja in brazilia..in rio mai exact ..noaptea cer limpede racoare dar totusi stai in pantaloni scurti si maneca scurta si...cu un cocktail in mana...si lumini muzica asta..dar mai chilled a bit si dupa aia.... - stii dar eu nu pot iesi din tara - ...hmm dubios eu cred ca ai iesit deja :)<br /><br />p.s stop on searching keep on waiting..o ziceam candva poate ar trebui sa o iau si eu in serios<br />p.s 1 hmmmm irish is the mood..and more i just can feel not say...<br />p.s 2 e verde se vede nu te pierzi usor..nu ma pierde sunt verde....<br />p.s 3 multam fain for zi party mate si hb ...lil scorpio...<br />p.s 4 de acum incolo tot o s-o ard dubios in stil scorpio...luna nov..catastrofa financiara...geeeesh<br />p.s 5 gata pana aici..de azi e altceva...si nu...tictac nu mitne hai pa ..m-am plictisit de tine si hmmm buna cum ziceai ca te chema??? - dezastru nu? nu doar un lime in plus in limonada<br />p.s 6 i can only stick to what i can't have...strange in'it?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-8810724126232002467?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-89591285868704458022008-10-23T13:41:00.000-07:002008-10-23T15:26:14.566-07:00pe principiul old habbits die hard..si la capitolul asta intra si cofeeul not pills de data asta, acum nu mai fabian..si tzig-ul "te-ai luat dupa cris acum zici hai sa ne vedem la o tzig"...si altele..<br />racita cobza dar nici asa nu ma astampar..stiu e vorba de imparteala aia tipica noua mereu vrem sa facem multe lucruri deodata..mda...altfel nu are sens sincer..e borring frate<br />clipele oprite le-am mutat pe alta pagina aici acum e vorba de altceva..de cuvinte scrise in nisip..da da nu in piatra<br />am prrimit acu cativa ani o foaie foarte misto cu cuvintele scrie in nisip si in piatra and stuff...de la lexu si atunci am dat-o mai departe pe principiul pass it on ma rog old stuff cum ziceam si la inceput old habbits die hard<br />merci de shoko la plic si de batonul cu cocos...hmmm ce taste fain are si se imbina cu peisajul<br />mai stii cand eram mici si jucam leapsa pe culori, eu mereu ziceam verde, sau cand era pe animale spuneam leu sau cand era pe fructe ziceam cocos...ce chestie acum imi dau seama de ce...<br />oricum acum mai nou am de gasit dovleci sculptat and stuff si masti si panze si etc<br />in camera am un perete plin cu poze...since i was a baby up until now si ma uitam zilele trecute si incercam sa-mi dau seama cum am ajuns in prezent..si ca reclama de la O este chiar for real...i am who i am because of everybody...si zilele trecute faceam un calcul cati oameni am cunoscut pana in prezent...depaseste mia lejer...cu cati mai vorbesc depaseste jumatea de mie...cu cati ma vad depaseste suta si cu cati vorbesc si ma vad frecvent nu depasesc degetele de la maini...cine e aici all the time nu depaseste o mana si cine e in my heart for real ?? i am still workin on that<br />iti dai seama cat de complex esti in momentul in care interactionezi cu oameni foarte diferiti si totusi tu esti canalul lor de legatura...cel putin asta am observat in ceea ce ma priveste sau ca s-o zic altfel e ca si cum ai manca un baton de bounty pe o insula pustie cand faci snowbording asculti pe fundal metalica si bei vin rosu...nush daca are relevanta dar cam asa e la mine...<br />hai ca mi-e foame si am de lucru la poze..altadata restul<br /><br />p.s thanks for keeping my agenda...si daca te cauti atent poate te gasesti sub o anumita forma<br />p.s 1 "bai deci mi-a dat banned frate..ce copil...aaaaoleu vai de capu lui..." chill ii zice ea se intampla si la aia mai mari...<br />p.s 2 super petrecere de hallowen in bxl vineri 31 oct...deci confirmarile pe mail va rog :)<br />p.s 3 wanted sau pe principiul i always have an eye on you<br />p.s 3 eu o sa fiu pirat...si o sa te agat...da da da pe tineee - zicea ea in timp ce el se gandea la caise necoapte<br />p.s 4 mi-e dor de 1 irish day..cu gust de crema e zahar ars...ufff life is not fair<br />p.s 5 nici cu tine dar nici fara tine...n-are farmec altfel pana mea..hippy happy style pe masina nespalata...<br />p.s 6 "deci eu si cu tine, sau tu si cu mine suntem niste hedonisti"..."bai pe mine nu ma deranjeaza "<br />p.s 7 aseara te-am visat, eram amandoi in paris si asteptam metroul la chatelet, trebuia sa ajungem in chateau rouge...stii acolo sus la scari la cafeneaua aia dragutza, dar pana la urma ne-am oprit la saint michele si am intrat la shakespeare, am baut o cioco si am mers pe sena dar mie imi era frig si am hotarat sa ma inveslesc si cand am deschis ochii tu nu mai erai..dar las ca te gasesc eu iar..cand o sa mai cada frunzele<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-8959128586870445802?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-52429620711191487772008-10-21T03:46:00.000-07:002008-10-21T06:21:45.923-07:00bai de cand voiam sa ajung aici...de vreo 3 ani cam asa...era pe harta mea. prima oara nu se pune eram cu el...care isi iesise din minti si voia sa puna punct ...acum era altceva, eu cora si arual...si mergeam bine...si era asa fain si drumu cu serpentine si si frunzele care zburau in spatele rotilor ca atunci...cand eram acolo unde nu trebuia sa fim...mai stii nu? sau poate tu ai uitat...oricum nu mai conteaza<br /><br />si am ajuns in sighi si ne-am cazat la jiji...apoi turul de rigoare si poze si gay-ii unguri pe urmele noastre si biliardul underground..cu viata la tara... :))) ce melodii tampite dar totusi spuneau chestiile complicate intr-un mod simplu..daca si noi am actiona asa ar fi mult mai bine nu? adica sa nu mai actionam asa ...complicandu-ne...ce e atat de greu sa spui ce simti? pentru tine poate e...pentru mine nu...ma rog tu esti inca mic...o sa mai cresti si o sa vezi altfel atunci...ea stie mai bine, si btw semanam sa stii  cateodata am impresia ca eu am scris chestiile alea...si laitmotivele si tot...bizar nu? cum ne-ai ales asa? sau tu asa alegi mereu?<br /><br />si cafeneaua cu claus suparat...si apoi coltarul doar pentru noi...cioco calda...si cateva poze si lumea aia ciudata se uita asa la noi...da nu ma intereseaza...fac altceva decat ai face tu acum..of ce greu e sa accepti  si altceva si sa nu te mai holbezi ca la un alien...<br /><br />si inapoi in za room si shaolin si conceptul il las pentru maine si...aer rece si dush ca al lui :), btw mi-e dor de tine tipule...si de dushul ala shukar al tau... si apoi somn...si invitatie undeva departe de acolo de la un alt el...si  mai bine vin-o tu aici..si asa am adormit<br /><br />azi am conceptul de terminat cu  lapul, in cofee store-ul din sighi si omleta si papa bun si punte pe creat...inspiratie nema...si gizuz...finally am scris ceva...apoi tema ei la engleza si hai acasa dar pe alta parte<br />drum fain si aici...si muzica si mai faina...si cora merge bine si mi-e dor de bombo...si as fi vrut a fi si tu acolo cu mine , asa cum mi-ai promis mai demult, nu mai stii nu? ehhh las ca im amintesc eu!<br /><br />si apoi high-way-ul si vechi amintiri cum fugeam pe aici de garzile de la palat cand rapisem si fusesem rapita in acelasi timp..si ele pe banda de rezerva si noi povestind...si ehh las ca asta imi amintesc eu.<br /><br />concept terminat in 2 ore...poze cateva si mesaj unde esti brown sugar lad?? unde e irish green-ul de atunci? cand o sa te mai vad???<br /><br />off nu te-ai schimbat deloc...iar fugi! copilule..mai pune pauza un pic...ca iar pierzi ce e langa tine...de parca nu ai stii..<br /><br />p.s  poze gasiti de acum incolo pe linkul de sub numele meu adica pe ala cu The pictures<br />p.s 1 hot shoko....ca-s racita...merci ...muffin lad ( se stie el)<br />p.s 2 green...room...de data asta am fost prinsi inside...dar nu o sa se mai intample...ca el e fricos<br />p.s 3 fumatul ucide..nu stiam ca acum fumezi dunhill? nici eu...dar mi-a dat ea si asa am aflat :))<br />p.s 4 ielts vine sambata...si damm cosmaruri and stuff si...o sa fie bine...ca londra ma asteapta<br />p.s 5 gata stop...si asa sunt numai aberatii pe aici...poate ar trebui sa omor blogul asta si asa a luat nastere din alte cauze si a ajuns sa serveasca altora...si e numai vina ta!<br /><br />cius cius sau cum ar zice altcineva..muss muss  :P<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-5242962071119148777?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-67812014134240734272008-10-12T10:27:00.000-07:002008-10-13T07:37:18.813-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SPJEUtcWqUI/AAAAAAAACK8/RfEtZKF5_jY/s1600-h/_MG_0438.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256338837681383746" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SPJEUtcWqUI/AAAAAAAACK8/RfEtZKF5_jY/s400/_MG_0438.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>stele multe pe cer si un drum cu muuuulte serpentine e trecut de miezul noptiii si abia vad tastele....insa apasa accelaratia la maxim...degeaba...e ceata si noi sunt in drum spre ei...mai exact serpentinele de la rasnov..muzica e in fundal...si asa mi-am dat seama ca fiecare melodie e cate o cutie de amintiri...frunzele cad una cate una din pomi...jucand leapsa ca si noi cu soseaua...am ajuns la paraul rece nu mai avem foarte mult...dar sunt ca intr-un mini roller coaster acum e la vie en rose in miez de noapte...fara vin balcon si turn...dar e prea amalgam drumu imi vine ameteala...e ca in avion plus ca m-a tras un pic curentul<br />............................................................................................<br />seara buna si multi ochi colorati...old jacko si the heartbreaker :)..si restul e din seria "i know what u did last nite"sau summer :))<br /><br />apoi multe poze...si de ce sunt frunzele colorate..urcam si admiram landscape-ul si...asa si? si guvernanta il deranjeaza pe Nirolf...dar zi germans are comming si noi coboram :)<br />si apoi eu si Arual clipe oppite si..cuando tomes tu cafe..hmmm da sau cum as zice eu cuando tomes tu frappe..acum apa calda si apoi... imi piuie urechea dreapta si mai incolo meci si inainte poate un pic somn..si nu ca aseara fara jack de data asta...sau poate de ce nu..fug? degeaba nu ma pot ascunde...de mine nu pot fugi...iar, am fugit destul pana acum asa si? de ce? mai conteaza? nu nu mai conteaza...it's all gone...sau poate nu...sau poate...tu ce ai face daca ai fi eu..daca ti-as da addidasi mei? m-ar strange! ei da bine dar...totusi ai putea merge cu ei? da un pic si atat...de ce?hmm parca am unfleshback..de cum mi-am inceput anu asta...acum a intrat el in camera...hmmm questionable<br />.........................................................................................................<br />hai romaia.....naspa romania...si fum...de data asta de la gratar, nu ca ala din roma si papa si hai romania in continuare si...apoi balasoar cafea kentu si multe stele..ca la arieseni gen dar atunci era altcandva altcineva si doar altfel<br />......................................................................................................<br />apoi seria 2 din i know what u did last summer...si salbaticii cu uratul de sambata noaptea si altceva? well....da somn...muuuult somn...pana cand eram pe plaja si apoi m-a trezit: "zuzette..hai ca e dimineata"<br />.................................................................................................<br />bagaje si lasam frunzele colorate in urma si balasoarele si...restul si revenim..as i said before tired of comming back si apoi e soare e loc pentru toti e pizza e cola si da e crema de zahar ars...<br />si bara la bara pana in buc...si poze cu sunsetu...old time habit si de data asta cu el langa mine...<br /><br />p.s bai misto in salbaticie cu salbaticii :P<br />p.s 0 tata asta e foarte creepy...cum adica.aa cu panze de paianjen ...adica straniu<br />p.s 1 elefanti roz din vata de zahar??? si nu nu facuse nici un trip...era doar melancolica<br />p.s 2 zi germans are comming...si bai esti copac???<br />p.s 3 da asa e ...ce bine ca te-am gasit pe tine!<br />p.s 4 luna...for sale.<br />p.s 5 cuando tomes tu frappe...si eu si el si frappe-ul cu gust de frisca la tub<br />p.s 6 "i'm so ssso sowy..so ssssso sowy...i din't mean to break ur heart..i'm a heartbreaker"<br />p.s 7 un trip facut la vale...treaba bunaaaa<br />p.s 8 come un flo...colorat in verde cu putine raze de soare si o privire oprita langa a mea<br />p.s 9 faina melodia lui lizz , my heart ...cand veneam din parc cu rolele...mai stii nu?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-6781201413424073427?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-10839094465857874712008-10-05T14:52:00.000-07:002008-10-05T15:16:08.249-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SOk3VKVMRiI/AAAAAAAACKk/NM8J8b9CKl8/s1600-h/_MG_1462.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253791276994414114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SOk3VKVMRiI/AAAAAAAACKk/NM8J8b9CKl8/s400/_MG_1462.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>it's almost like november...si ploua e ca acasa..si e bine si e cioco calda si poate un pic cu alt gust si iar mi-e dor...</div><div>cluju e aproape si examu e si mai aproape..si "obiectele ce se vad in oglinda sunt mai aproape decat par"...man ce film marfa DAR fara oglinzi pentru o vreme...si totusi ce ciudat ca i-am zis asta atunci si acum vad ...dammm wicked indeed</div><div> </div><div>inca o saptamana de de toate si clepsidra mea deja a luat-o razna...nisipu curge repede de tot...is moving fast foward... :P </div><div> </div><div>azi l-am vazut pe C care a plecat sa-si caute fericirea...si-a urmat drumu sau cum ar zice altii si-a scris povestea si a ajuns la o conluzie: finding happines is not the point but sharing it....poate fi adevarat...sau who knows</div><div> </div><div>palmierii, statuile, ceata, nisipul, scoica aia a mea cu pistrui, valurile, si inca multe altele...sunt in spatele oglizii...cum zicea kim, our images reflect...hmmm si asta tot cu parfum de noiembrie si cu castelul de nisip al nenei...demmult oricum</div><div> </div><div>uff ce bate vantul ....gata m-am hotarat, de azi o iau pe drumul asta. Nu stiu exact ce presupune, am inceput cu multe vizite in aeroport...e un inceput, la prima vedere nu foarte promitator insa s-ar putea sa ajute candva exact atunci cand ma astept mai putin. Acum stau si beau un caffe latte cu ar0ma de scortisoara, asa cum mirosea mai demult si ma cam doare spatele. Detaliii nimic concret sau poate nu, detaliile se presupune ca sunt chestii concrete, corect? Departe de tot ceea ce am crezut m-am trezit peste noapte in alta lume. Cum e aici? e bine? e rau? e rece ? e cald? e ceata? sunt palmieri? da o sa fie multa ceata in curand mai e putin si gata...si palmieri? si din aia dar in alata parte. O sa-mi plantez uin palmier in camera de unde vad pe geam ceata si asa o sa reusesc, ideea e ca putem schimba ceva. eu am ales sa schimb si poate ca am ales bine, poate nu dar am ales. acum o sa aterizeze avionul lui... si sper sa fie ok.... tre sa-mi termin cafeaua sa mai fumez o tigara si apoi...sa plec mai sunt multe de facut. o sa mai imprastii clipe si din R. cartea cu coperti mov si file verzi de viata ciudata si amestecata sta pe masa...dar inca mai sunt file goale...deci mai e timp...</div><div> </div><div>somn si munca...si iar si iar si iar...si stropuri de creativitate si atat ca sunt gratii de jeleu..</div><div> </div><div>p.s swy girls..datat viitoare u pick it</div><div>p.s 1 e atat de simplu, nu? </div><div>p.s 2 e mov si ruginit..dar inca frumos</div><div>p.s 3 cred ca mi-e dor ....asa si? la un mom dat o sa ajungi in intersectie...si nu o sa mai fie blocata</div><div>p.s 4 i come i change i leave...am mai spus-o si o s-o mai zic...</div><div> </div><div>cius si spor la treaba</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-1083909446585787471?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-38064637738098011332008-10-02T13:53:00.000-07:002008-10-02T14:22:11.552-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SOU1Fx8F0UI/AAAAAAAACHU/M2r3fe5Yg78/s1600-h/IMG_4043.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252662913818546498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SOU1Fx8F0UI/AAAAAAAACHU/M2r3fe5Yg78/s400/IMG_4043.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div>far away in the shadows...si don't speak i know what ur thinking and i don't need your reasons ...don't tell me cause it hurts....asa zice gwen...si now she's rite...later nu mai stiu...before nu m-a interesat...</div><div> </div><div>frunze multe in parc..asa si? anu asta nu am ajuns sa le calc...le-am vazut doar cand au cazut langa mine...cand stateam la stop ..si apoi beep trezeste-te.</div><div> </div><div>azi am facut un leap in trecut...si..ce mic parea totu...acum era altfel dar feelingul era la fel...am fost si eu o data acolo si asa...si atat de demult..cat pierdem pe drum...offf eyes wide sut la tot pasu...damm it life live us once...si apoi lasa-ne...</div><div> </div><div>sau nu lasa-ma si nu-mi da pace...sau poate vreau..sau nu..sau wtf mai conteaza ..tot asa o sa fie cum trebuie...sau..poate...</div><div> </div><div>picaturi de praf, particule de aer...si ploaia care vine...fara nisip si fara stanci..valurile sunt departe si scoica imi sopteste ca acolo ma asteapta...dar sa ma duc???</div><div> </div><div>cu ochelarii de soare noaptea cu gandul la nisip si alte ciudatenii degetele nu au stare si vor sa tipe...ea le asculta si pe el citindu-l imi zice pai bine atuunci leu, banana, spania triunghi...suficient nu? nu...aaa da si scortisoara...se simte? da si la mine... :)</div><div> </div><div>un voiaj prin timp....sau prin spatiu...sau pana in alt loc decat asta unde seara asta este in spania cu aroma de scortisoara, gust de banana, forma de triunghi, si inima de leu ....restul sunt cuvinte...</div><div> </div><div>nu va chinuiti sa intelegeti..multi vad putini stiu...</div><div> </div><div>seara faina</div><div> </div><div>p.s ce ciudat acum fara p.s sau poate 1</div><div> </div><div>p.s 1 da e doar alb si negru , umbre si lumini...si nucile le lasam in palmieri azi </div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-3806463773809801133?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-36131189287462514502008-09-28T07:10:00.000-07:002008-09-28T08:03:32.875-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SN-WdkTqKuI/AAAAAAAABYA/SGnoowfNTW8/s1600-h/_MG_8013.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251081125243792098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SN-WdkTqKuI/AAAAAAAABYA/SGnoowfNTW8/s400/_MG_8013.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SN-WT6Th5FI/AAAAAAAABX4/t3HPEwxHHAM/s1600-h/_MG_7968.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251080959350137938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SN-WT6Th5FI/AAAAAAAABX4/t3HPEwxHHAM/s400/_MG_7968.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SN-WJZMHdiI/AAAAAAAABXw/nrqPcqsgZ8E/s1600-h/_MG_8006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251080778661983778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SN-WJZMHdiI/AAAAAAAABXw/nrqPcqsgZ8E/s400/_MG_8006.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SN-V-MngVZI/AAAAAAAABXo/ZBk2zw23P7Q/s1600-h/_MG_7966.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251080586308638098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SN-V-MngVZI/AAAAAAAABXo/ZBk2zw23P7Q/s400/_MG_7966.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />too many rivers...indeed, pe acest fundal imi joaca degetele pe tastatura...o saptamana full de tot si toate..iesi strategicu, fu fain merci soferilor, pentru rabdare si intelegere pe aceasta cale...asteptam si alte colaborari, echipa noastra, cata we'll miss u....si tot tacamu'</div><div></div><div>nu mai vreau aeroport o perioada buna de acu incolo...5 in una au fost suficient..decat daca decolez</div><div>prea multa cafea in ultima vreme ar trebui sa o iau mai moale...</div><div>azi a venit metroul de londra sa ma duca acasa..hmmm nu mai e mult si ajungem si acasa :)</div><div>iar ieri am reusit sa schimb destinul, dupa 3 ani de incercari esuate...au venit m-au luat si au zis gata azi e ziua azi dam sah mat destinului si incepem alt joc - p'asta eu l-am castigat! </div><div></div><div>cam atat..restul nu e de mentionat aici...cine a avut urechi sa auda a auzit si minte sa inteleaga a inteles...c'est la vie...si fara regrete de data asta..regretele le las altcuiva...care le gaseste rostul..eu nu...eu am amintiri, clipe oprite si zambete aruncate in vraful de frunze uscate de pe aleea din spatele bancii...restul ia-le tu...sunt doar ale tale!</div><div></div><div>p.s waisted german youth - this rocks :)</div><div>p.s 1 fabian i'll take a rain check for those cofee pils :D</div><div>p.s 2 2 perechi de pantofi, dresuri, palarii si volei la 2 noaptea in m militari :P </div><div>p.s 3 la mine e inca paris..si truly madly deeply in monmarte...dar cu aroma de scortisoara</div><div>p.s 4 4 poze, 4 clipe oprite, 4 ani incurcati mai rau decat pompidu, si....ce chestie a spus-o in romana...si..atat..in alta viata cand o sa fie pisici...si....si hai ca ma grabesc...si hai fugi..asta face zevick..el mereu fuge</div><div>p.s 5 wake up call...si hai la munca..sau nu azi e duminica...deci e ziua crimelor...</div><div>p.s 6 i'm becomin addicetd to your cofee...good to have u here..again - dimineti cu aroma de cafea proaspata...la cativa metri distanta </div><div>p.s 7 gata cu p.s -urile... n-joy si acu iau sapca, blugii mov, tenesii, hanoracu, castile...am pus regulile pe hold...si next stop far away from here, you...this</div><div></div><div>cius and make it happen..time waits 4 nobody :) </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-3613118928746251450?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-16440177800104462952008-09-09T02:55:00.000-07:002008-09-08T16:55:52.660-07:00<a 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SMWcUMtyruI/AAAAAAAABP0/FVN1BDcdO8o/s1600-h/IMG_9811.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243769211967418082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SMWcUMtyruI/AAAAAAAABP0/FVN1BDcdO8o/s400/IMG_9811.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SMWcIrBNTkI/AAAAAAAABPs/q2WqR7Q4sog/s1600-h/IMG_9818.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243769013943488066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SMWcIrBNTkI/AAAAAAAABPs/q2WqR7Q4sog/s400/IMG_9818.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SMWb5UPnJ6I/AAAAAAAABPk/WvWss3vQYX8/s1600-h/IMG_9844.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243768750131849122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SMWb5UPnJ6I/AAAAAAAABPk/WvWss3vQYX8/s400/IMG_9844.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><div>imi lipsesc norii aia mari care erau josi si colorati<br />imi lipseste apusul la ora 10 noaptea<br />imi lipseste frapucino java chip de la starbucks-ul din strada aia mica pietruita<br />imi lipsesc concertele pe scarile din monmatre<br />imi lipseste doctorul tanar imbreacat in halat alb<br />imi lipseste perfuzia din vena si sangele rose ca vinul<br />imi lipsesc plimbarile zilnice cu undergroundu<br />imi lipsesc intunecatii aia multi pe m patrat<br />imi lipsesc kfc-urile unde mega extra portiile erau for free<br />imi lipsesc aburii si salvamarul de copii<br />imi lipsesc cladirile...parcurile, gradinile, animalele, flamingo si tanti care ii picta<br />imi lipseste etajul 9 de unde vedeam turnu clipocind<br />imi lipseste pofta lor de viata si zambitorul bonjour din fiecare dimineata<br />imi lipseste madam marty si frigiderul ei mult prea plin de crema de zahar ars<br />imi lipseste mersul lui la biblioteca<br />imi lipseste vremea de londra in paris...<br />imi lipsesc plimbarile lungi pe malul senei...luminile si aleluia in fundal<br />imi lipsesc sobo mici de sub turn de la ora 12 noaptea<br />imi lipsesc hotii de masini din defense<br />imi lipseste cladire taiata aiurea de sub care vezi ceru altfel<br />imi lipseste mateo cu spaniola italiano franco engleza lui... :)<br />imi lipsesc noptile de povesti pe balconul nostru<br />imi lipseste vinul rose la vie en rose si tigara din miez de noapte<br />imi lipseste frigul de acolo...<br />imi lipsesc jan pierii aia de negasit...<br />imi lipseste plimbarea cu nino nino<br />imi lipsesc galeriile, braseriile, clatiteriile si scoicile de la leon...<br />imi lipsesc diminetile cu miros de cafea proaspata...<br />imi lipseste facatorul de cafea al lui madam marty<br />imi lipseste leaganul din cauciuc din rezidenta<br />imi lipseste codul mirific liftul cu puteri magice si ferme la port avec la cle :))imi lipseste tuaregul cu ochii verzi din irish pub-ul de la saint michele...hope 2 see u again<br />imi lipsesesc scarile cu frunze uscate, truly madly deeply de la sacre coeur<br />imi lipseste fuga prin ploaie cu el de mana si momentele de nebunie...<br />imi lipseste............<br /><br />je vais bien ne t'en fais pas...mais tu me manque....<br /><br />p.s n-joy the pics</div><div>p.s 1 swy for the delay</div><div>p.s 2 nume de kod kheops :)<br />p.s 3 no importa que te allejas de mi....me extranaras manana </div><div>p.s 4 au revoir paris...zdrastvite...moscva :)</div><div>p.s 5 da si eu ....da stii tu..si da sunt in terminal astept zborul urmator...oriunde ar fi..i know u'll be there...cause i'll be gone in the mornin...</div><div>p.s 6 micul paris..sau doar iluzia vinului rose si a ochilor de culoarea oceanului din seychelles</div><div>p.s 7 au grand j'aime ...acum la radio si eu sunt aici dar cumva tot acolo :)</div><div>p.s 8 i belong far far away from here....</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-1644017780010446295?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-38832491493297808502008-07-14T02:58:00.000-07:002008-11-13T07:51:06.274-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SIOucyJ7raI/AAAAAAAABPU/gWNbw95wbXM/s1600-h/IMG_7203.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225211802202910114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SIOucyJ7raI/AAAAAAAABPU/gWNbw95wbXM/s400/IMG_7203.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SH45GUZgrTI/AAAAAAAABKM/McfWBN9aFBs/s1600-h/_MG_7325.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223675398514060594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SH45GUZgrTI/AAAAAAAABKM/McfWBN9aFBs/s400/_MG_7325.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SH447EyaYwI/AAAAAAAABKE/cARhnsowQcU/s1600-h/_MG_7210.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223675205344977666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SH447EyaYwI/AAAAAAAABKE/cARhnsowQcU/s400/_MG_7210.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SH44kZEW0zI/AAAAAAAABJ8/V5u_JkRyuHw/s1600-h/IMG_7201.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223674815651959602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SH44kZEW0zI/AAAAAAAABJ8/V5u_JkRyuHw/s400/IMG_7201.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SH44Yk_7J9I/AAAAAAAABJ0/OKsrnzPNh1o/s1600-h/_MG_7305.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223674612696164306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SH44Yk_7J9I/AAAAAAAABJ0/OKsrnzPNh1o/s400/_MG_7305.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SH44DSzHavI/AAAAAAAABJs/dTJOHl30OwI/s1600-h/_MG_7207.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223674247033350898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SH44DSzHavI/AAAAAAAABJs/dTJOHl30OwI/s400/_MG_7207.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>3 2 1 si..i'm off...dupa criminalisti of course, ca altfel nu se putea :D</div><br /><div>ne lasa Vati la aeroport..si eu si Arual plecam in viitoarea aventura, destinatia: dupa cum vazurati in poze evident: Roma!<br /></div><div>pe langa ce alte business-uri aveam pe aici, si pe langa vizita la M2M si Baluzta...am ajuns sa avem timp si pt noi</div><br /><div>decolam...papam, si ne invartim un pic pana aterizam...gata suntem iar pe pamant apoi..merem ca pe A1 muuult pana la Leo Da Vinci la intrare si gata pass check si we are in! :D</div><br /><div>ne recupereaza Albano si M de la terminal c si da-i cu merzanu ( bai ce de masini...) pana la via carere...ajungem urcam si in capul scarilor..era Ma cu Luca ( botezat ulterior Baluzta :))<br /></div><div>officialy in love...am adormit si dupa ce am raspuns la sms-uri de hai la suc si hai in parc si hai la cafea...cu Maybe later....i fell asleep!</div><br /><div>azi Roma day only...muuuuuult de mers muuuuulte de schimbat 20 expresu si metroul cu graffity si acum suntem la Vatican - ea intra eu zic pass...si ma duc in Piata San Pietro - gigantica de altfel..apoi luam ce trebuia sa luam..si hai la Termini...de aici coboram si cu pe josu pana la Fontana di Trevi...ne pierdem pe stradutele stramte, oprim la o terasa...pizza si perroni, mai departe plaza di venetia, si pathenonul si ruinele si columna si finally coloseumul...si muuulta apa caldura si ...hai ca iar avem 2 ore pana acasa. </div><br /><div>turul de rigoare prin za stors..si...hai la baluzta...ca mi-e somn si maine ma cheama marea!</div><br /><div>asa si fu...( nu va iert ca m-ati trezit cu noaptea in cap) detest sa ma trezesc de dimineata..dar azi facui o exceptie ca de zbiera mediterana...si eu eram avida de mare si de soare si de...tot ce vine la pachetu asta!</div><br /><div>frappe-ul pe plaja, sezlongul, nisipul fain , Ma si Baluzta...prin jur, Arual pestoaica..eu furam soarele..( si l-am furat nu gluma) :( </div><br /><div>fain, misto, intepata de un scoripon indian...care si-a lasat amprenta muuult asupra mea ( dar da bine oricum :P - iar am pierdut ...nu mai fac pariuri) </div><br /><div>hai acasa ca imi arde la cabezza...si papa bun si relax woman..pana seara cand am avut o ultima si memorabila iesire (oooooo da!)</div><br /><div>cine stie cunoaste..si nu toti pot citi...e suficient ca am fost acolo si italiano vero za one nd only- merci de sapca, si da poate o sa-ti raspund daca mai suni, si mr dj sigur nu voi asculta acel cd dar apreciez gestul...si da nu imi trebuia!!! si multumesc inspiratiei mele divine de a nu ma imbraca in alb...that nite! - desi atunci, acolo...eu eram altfel, tocmai fiind normala! :D </div><br /><div>de cand timp esti aici: de joi...si maine plec si no io no parlo italiano..si da italienii is frumosi tare!! :D</div><br /><div>si ploaie..si coada la check in, si zbor decalat..si da e proasta femeia aia...si rusii pe langa mine..si in sfarsit stam la coada sa decolam: lufthansa, alitalia, british, noi, air france, turkish.. deci..si pe pista e trafic!</div><div></div><div>p.s 1baluzta mi-e dor de tine....<br />p.s 2 un strop din roma...ma intorc de ziua ta in noiembrie..</div><div>p.s 3 inca mai am scorpionul :D<br />p.s 4 la mine iulie e londra si august e paris...adevarul e undeva la coada :D<br />p.s 5 si da mi-e dor de tine..si poate ca stii tu cine </div><div>p.s 6 when ur in ny i'm doin rome :) </div><div>p.s 7 alta capitala de trecut in palmares...si waiting for the next destination..commin soon dupa ce tintesc 23 :D...ce soir... :)</div><div>p.s 8 is it love?...yup - atunci poate...acum nu stiu...</div><br /><div>acum zic: arrivederci roma...si bonjour paris... :D</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-3883249149329780850?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-39489563650873441592008-07-04T11:15:00.000-07:002008-11-13T07:51:08.488-08:00<a 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SG85JVLR3NI/AAAAAAAABII/1CQYUR3caQQ/s1600-h/_MG_6640.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219453325611752658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SG85JVLR3NI/AAAAAAAABII/1CQYUR3caQQ/s400/_MG_6640.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SG85ArWbeII/AAAAAAAABIA/GH5kuuks2Y4/s1600-h/_MG_6636.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219453176945277058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SG85ArWbeII/AAAAAAAABIA/GH5kuuks2Y4/s400/_MG_6636.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SG84wtRRQoI/AAAAAAAABH4/3xDA6VlHytk/s1600-h/_MG_6603.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219452902582600322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SG84wtRRQoI/AAAAAAAABH4/3xDA6VlHytk/s400/_MG_6603.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SG84hfF8bfI/AAAAAAAABHw/EpaJ2Bh5b4k/s1600-h/_MG_6597.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219452641078963698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SG84hfF8bfI/AAAAAAAABHw/EpaJ2Bh5b4k/s400/_MG_6597.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SG84NPxNJWI/AAAAAAAABHo/lY4fwdNvEGk/s1600-h/_MG_6611.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219452293368063330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SG84NPxNJWI/AAAAAAAABHo/lY4fwdNvEGk/s400/_MG_6611.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div><div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SG82NVBcMaI/AAAAAAAABHA/RALKGHUsc8c/s1600-h/_MG_6296.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219450095755080098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SG82NVBcMaI/AAAAAAAABHA/RALKGHUsc8c/s320/_MG_6296.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div> </div><div>time flyes....cine a zis asta had a point ...8 in 4 au zburat..si desi sfarsitul nu era cum mi l-am imaginat, it happened partially....nu mai sunt studenta...deocamdata pana la anu :) e ciudat inca imi e greu sa-mi revin nu mai am tarla de examene care bate la poarta...si profi si colegii si caterinka..si atmosfera...si..it's all gone!!! </div><div> </div><div>dar revenind la chestii mai vesele...in vara asta plec...mult si departe...</div><br /><div>o sa fie poze multe si cu miros de...o sa vedeti voi...</div><br /><div>de cateva nopti aud pescarusii zbierand la geamul meu...o fi vreun semn? da ma cheama marea.... sau poate nu neaparat..dar aseara erau chiar freeky </div><br /><div>vazui mai demult un film "pass it on" ii zicea, foarte tare, si acum e randu meu sa livrez un 7 magic food for soul pentru mine ( 7 fraze ce trec acum strada pe verde in mi had ) ....so, va prindeti voi care sunt :)</div><br /><div>Fs1 "when i'm in new york ur doing rome"...might go other way round :P</div><div>Fs2 "ce soir" singurul francez blond care-mi place... beno</div><div>Fs3 "let's waiste time...chasin cars" sau cantecul buclei 70 reloaded in masina lui exal</div><div>Fs4"forever not yours"...long long time ago cand eram dancing queen (some know)</div><div>Fs5 " irgendwie irgendwo irgendwann"...si avand madridul in spate...i miss those palmtrees</div><div>Fs6 "hey guy ur the one for me"...a nice phase of my existance - glad 2 have u back teach</div><div>Fs7 "when the sun goes down" - for the new phase - mr shina cand te mai bat la bowling??? :))</div><br /><div>astea mi-au zburat prin minte momentan..cine stie cunoaste..si prin urmare stie....aa si mai e aia cu "and when u rise in the morning sun".....bla bla... ffs for me! :)<br /></div><div>marfa concert, sorry mum pt sunet...si deja e 00:00</div><br /><div>p.s 1 thanks for being there for me...</div><div>p.s 2 scotish fellow cu kilt si care da concert la cimpoi..if u see me, let me know ...promise i might not run again :D</div><div>p.s 3 nice smile :D</div><div>p.s 4 see. i passed it on..btw cine se recunoaste in vreun vers de mai sus...sa o dea mai departe cu inca 7 songuri ce ii zburda prin creier la un anumit moment in noapte...sau zi...ur choice</div><div>p.s 5 si viata in roz....vazuta prin ochealrii mei care nu-i mai port..si cand miros aer cu gust crema de zahar ars si adulmec un kent 8 cu miros de tei ..just wanna mention that :D</div><div>p.s 6 hai ca ajunge...o sa revin cu poze hot dintr-un colt al lumii...u'll figure it out!</div><div>p.s 7 vreau ori galbeni...ori roz...da mah... ultimii sunt nuferi! :D</div><br /><br /><div>cya cand ma intorc...ciao roma </div><div> </div><div>pentru cei care nu inteleg..just look at the pic...restul e un necesar inutil! :) cius cius </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-3948956365087344159?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-19573809601793313102008-06-08T11:14:00.000-07:002008-11-13T07:51:08.564-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SEwjGrdXVQI/AAAAAAAABG4/3yReNXALCmo/s1600-h/Image_19.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209577466612897026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SEwjGrdXVQI/AAAAAAAABG4/3yReNXALCmo/s320/Image_19.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>maybe some things cross ur mind...in search of some other thoughts u never think about..but that are still there..in ur own existence! have u ever thought about something that never happened to you? did u ever try to imagine how is to be what u never wanted to be? does it always smells like that when you wake up??? or does the coffee has the same taste in every morning??</div><div></div><div>stop searching for the answers...most of them are invisible just because they are to obvious for you to see them...</div><div></div><div>wake up before the clock rings...and then turn off the alarm before u hear it and sleep again...how will it be? how will ur sleep be if u don't have to wake up and hear the alarm..in order to postpone it??? </div><div></div><div>see, small things are controling ur life every day...and u don't spot them...don't picture urself as the hero of the world or other bullshiat like that...just stop for a moment and cut the picture...what do u see now? nothing...cause u were to busy to picture urself than u forgot to be..urself!!!!</div><div></div><div>give up..old habits and try new ones...how does it feel? somebody else?? no...it feels new, it feels the same but still new , why cause u are the same...the things that u do...are different!!!</div><div></div><div>p.s stop dreaming...live the dream...</div><div>p.s 1 why most of the people waste their life waiting for an inevitable moment that they wished for though their entire existence?</div><div>p.s 2 none of them was u...</div><div>p.s 3 but who is U???</div><div></div><div>take care guys...and make it happen!!! :)</div><div></div><div>p.s picture taken on my island...while i lived my dream! </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-1957380960179331310?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-50482566427681370002008-06-02T17:14:00.000-07:002008-11-13T07:51:08.701-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SESNEsUb0UI/AAAAAAAABGw/4dwTjZ066hA/s1600-h/_MG_6189.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207442180902998338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SESNEsUb0UI/AAAAAAAABGw/4dwTjZ066hA/s320/_MG_6189.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div> blue blured times cig......</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-5048256642768137000?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-38237346118010946012008-05-27T14:49:00.000-07:002008-11-13T07:51:09.126-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SDyCg6m4wsI/AAAAAAAABGo/Y4E6ybuC-1g/s1600-h/IMG_5140.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205178771333235394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SDyCg6m4wsI/AAAAAAAABGo/Y4E6ybuC-1g/s400/IMG_5140.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SDyCaKm4wrI/AAAAAAAABGg/-q54RFgdl-0/s1600-h/IMG_5124.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205178655369118386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SDyCaKm4wrI/AAAAAAAABGg/-q54RFgdl-0/s400/IMG_5124.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SDyCUqm4wqI/AAAAAAAABGY/-yGIR8Nwi9g/s1600-h/IMG_5138.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205178560879837858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SDyCUqm4wqI/AAAAAAAABGY/-yGIR8Nwi9g/s400/IMG_5138.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>mereu ma trezesc prea tarziu...insa nu la pranz..ca atunci soarele e cald...</div><div> </div><div>p.s atunci, acum, candva </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-3823734611801094601?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33631849.post-87895975991601024062008-05-24T01:47:00.000-07:002008-11-13T07:51:10.182-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SDfl1Km4wpI/AAAAAAAABGQ/jSQ-N1Ynmb8/s1600-h/IMG_6045.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203880595993182866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SDfl1Km4wpI/AAAAAAAABGQ/jSQ-N1Ynmb8/s320/IMG_6045.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SDflvam4woI/AAAAAAAABGI/58qMCnZTOgY/s1600-h/IMG_6034.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203880497208935042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SDflvam4woI/AAAAAAAABGI/58qMCnZTOgY/s320/IMG_6034.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SDfllam4wnI/AAAAAAAABGA/YIG1x4DhoBQ/s1600-h/IMG_5972.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203880325410243186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SDfllam4wnI/AAAAAAAABGA/YIG1x4DhoBQ/s320/IMG_5972.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SDflTKm4wmI/AAAAAAAABF4/kEZ9k8pGUZY/s1600-h/IMG_5966.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203880011877630562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SDflTKm4wmI/AAAAAAAABF4/kEZ9k8pGUZY/s320/IMG_5966.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SDfkqam4wlI/AAAAAAAABFw/vyPw3Qkkqe0/s1600-h/IMG_5986.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203879311797961298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SDfkqam4wlI/AAAAAAAABFw/vyPw3Qkkqe0/s320/IMG_5986.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SDfkh6m4wkI/AAAAAAAABFo/T_b428WQGp8/s1600-h/IMG_6002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203879165769073218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_efn-fXlSK90/SDfkh6m4wkI/AAAAAAAABFo/T_b428WQGp8/s320/IMG_6002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>time waits for nobody....indeed it's true</div><div> </div><div>4 au trecut ...8 in 4 s-au dus...si raman doar niste cantece, poze, si memories....but life goes on...</div><div>fu fain...scurt si nop i did not enjoy the student life..din pacate si nu nu sunt singura mai sunt si altii la mine..but as a good friend said...all good things happen to those who wait...</div><br /><div>p.s merci celor de la care am copiat la examene :P</div><div>p.s 1 merci celor ce au copiat de la mine..pt increderea acordata :P</div><div>p.s 2 merci celor ce imi luau cafeaua si am asteptau inainte de examen cu ea in bar..</div><div>p.s 3 merci celor ce imi dadeau cursurile sa le xeroxez</div><div>p.s 4 merci celor ce imi dadeau copiutele lor (chiar daca nu reuseam sa le folosesc)</div><div>p.s 4 merci celor ce intelegeau ca nu am cum sa fiu acolo si totusi nu exagerau cu prezenta..</div><div>p.s 5 merci profilor pentru divina inspiratie ca in ultimii 2 ani sa dea numai grile la examen (aici ma refer la admaf nu la spe)</div><div>p.s 6 finally thank u guys...for everythig...i'm gonna miss u all...take care and common we still have a prom to attend...so cya sooooon :D<br /><br />cius cius </div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33631849-8789597599160102406?l=twilight-arc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01446126746138544954noreply@blogger.com3