paunescu

nu stiu cum de se face dar de mult nu am mai vorbit cu cineva despre poezie. nu ca nu ar fi multe de vorbit. de exemplu la fiecare iteratie printr-un acelasi volum, vechi si cam ciopartit de atata citeala, de poezii ale lui paunescu, am cate o alta parere si cate un alt simtamant. de parca-mi schimb perechea de ochi odata cu varsta. (poate la anul o sa-i am in sfarsit albastri. ca securistii. sau bebelusii.) si inima la fel.
si ar fi pacat, daca tot m-am citit prin poezie cateva zile la rand sa nu v-o promovez si voua. chit ca gusturile nu se discuta, si chit ca tindem sa judecam omul si nu opera.

eu va las doua linkuri, si va las si o poezie care mi-a placut mult, pentru ca ma ia cu sentimente, si pentru ca mi-e dor pe dinauntru de munte.

http://paunescuadrian.blogspot.com/
http://autori.citatepedia.ro/de.php?a=Adrian+P%E3unescu

În munte

Să stăm în munte şi să fie seară,
să ne străbată aer ca de templu,
pe-un peisaj de verde să contemplu
întunecimea ta elementară,

să-mi fie foame şi să-mi fie sete,
să-ţi fie cald, să-ţi fie sănătate,
să stăm în munte, să vorbim de toate,
pe relieful tragicei planete

şi să plecăm aproape-n somn din viaţă
pe-un drum fără lumină, peste munte,
să-mi coşi cu tine aripile frânte,
sângele tău să-mi fie fir şi aţă.

Şi eu să cad când stelele-ncep să cânte
urlând de dor în umbra ta măreaţă.

wake up call- it's 5 am

Am gasit un blog minunat. cu niste sfaturi minunate. pe care am sa le incerc si eu, tiptil pe teritoriul minunilor - trezitul de dimineata- eu, grigoreanu' care doarme de se rupe si pe unde apuca.

sursa:
http://homebizblogger.com/2007/11/12/wake-up-call-it%E2%80%99s-5am/

Here are a few tips to waking up early without feeling you’ve missed your rest.

1) Try and go to bed early; preferably when you feel tired. Most of us just stay up until a set hour which is often past our prime pass out window!

2) Try not to eat too much meat before bed. Your body has a hard time breaking it down and is often working over-drive to clear it while you sleep; this ‘stress’ on your body is taking away from restorative sleep.

3) If you have real problems waking up write a list of why you are waking up; where you want your life to go and how you need that precious time to make it happen.

4) Feel a bit like a drill sergeant but just suck it up one morning. Go to bed early and at 5am get up. The hardest part for most I’m sure is just ‘getting out of bed’. Make it a fire drill where you are up and at em. No excuses.

5) Have your work clothes laid out so finding something to wear isn’t a stress. Mine are all so close to my bed that I’m literally out of bed and dressed within 1-2 minutes of the alarm – if I use it!

6) Shower at night so you are free to get to it in the morning. If you need to shower in the morning than by all means do it but don’t neglect organizing what to wear as mentioned in #5.

7) If you are a blogger there is nothing better than having fresh content streaming through your feed for your readers to enjoy with there morning coffee. Especially on a Monday!

Iar ca beneficii?
recomand articolele caare sunt citate in blogul de mai sus ;)

Succes mie, si voua de asemenea, daca va decideti sa incercati!

concurrence

"Flow with whatever may happen and let your mind be free. Stay centred by accepting whatever you are doing." - Budokah

funny how you sometime find randomly - in a radio song, in a facebook profile, in a tshirt picture- exactly what you were looking for.

short variation on cinnamon effects

recently i developed the fear of ends. it comes in various ways: fear of throwing the barbie doll i`ve been playing with, fear of reading the sugar cubes after a conference and realizing it is over, fear of going to sleep without realizing that the day was special, fear of finishing my books, fear of eating all the cookies in the jar, fear of 0 turn into 1 and 1 into 2.. etc
which is weird coming from a person passionate about checking to do lists.

am currently reading My name is Red, by Orhan Pamuk. He dedicates numerous perspectives to the illusion of building your immortality in this world. he also dedicates numerous perspectives to the accidents (if luck is an accident) that do generate immortality, but the most surprising aspect is the funny race between immortality and mortality- which one is the least relative in comparison with the other?
it is an amazing book, filled with stories of a story. fortunately :), so far, my curiosity is far bigger than the fear i would find the end of this amazing work. Maureen Freely stated that the book only misses a Nobel award. well, it doesn`t miss it anymore.

The question i am asking myself now is: isn`t fear of the past defining living in the future?
But anyway, maybe it`s just a Christmas melancholy and sides effects of my cinnamon addiction.

a new old book

not so old but not so new.
not so funny and not so sad.
scary. and safe.

i recently read a book called 'the life of pi'. like in piscine and like in pissing. or simply, like in pi.
this book changed the way i look at imagination.
it's not just a weapon against boredom.
it sometimes is a weapon against truth.. but most of the times it's a weapon against death, a weapon for survival, when the truth doesn't help.

i won't disclose more. it's no my job or wish to destroy your fun.
just 1 more note: the sooner you've read it, the sooner you understand the most important part of our life was the childhood. where everything is possible. where we always find what we need to survive.

like a root.

luxury questions

a couple of days ago we had a coaching session.
we were dripping fears, scars, and other things ending in 'rs'. riming with 'us'. resonating with 'me'

we were dripping luxurious problems
the life and death ones are a bit more further away.

home is in 2 hands

sometimes the past makes you feel like letting something out even if you don't know what that will turn into. it can be a butterly butterfly doing a slalom with a smile, it can be a small surprise-face (.. just like when people saw 'the sound of music' for the first time), it can be a small song starting an avalanche. and this time i think it's the song trying to get out.
a bit too high, like an opera melody, a bit tragic, a bit unclear cause it shouts too much..
i miss home :)

some they, say, home is where your heart is - and i don't have a picture to show you where that is... but i can tell you it's not in my here - my heart said ... 'blup! i'll go to my own home now.. where my heart's heart heart is..with 2 hands that would like to play with your hair' - my heart said from my mother's 2 blind hands looking for my hair in the dark.. 'i'll just be here, in someone else's inside. you know where to find me. don't call. come. stay'