If you're already walking on thin ice, why not dance?

2011-02-15T10:41:00.001+02:00

Carnival Of Guilt

by Michael Anderson

I was greeted well enough at the door,
Giving my ticket to the clown.
I saw attractions by the score,
Still, none seemed to slow me down.

I heard laughter all around me,
Yet, I felt a silent jeer.
No, it didn't take me long to see-
I was not welcome here.

Heads were turning, eyes were burning,
Suddenly, all laughs were gone.
Only silent glares and my stomach, churning
In repulsed fear, pushed me on.

I walked faster, yet so did they,
What this horde wanted, I did not know.
Running to the nearest door on my way,
I found myself at "The Freak Show".

Sneaking backstage, in hopes to hide,
I saw a two- headed man in a fight-
Against himself, each head taking a side,
And neither side was right.

Both looked at me, without words being said,
Each pointing their given hand to a door.
Smiling, as if somehow my thoughts they read,
They knew what I was here for.

Walking inside, with what I saw-
Thought, defunct, my human eyes.
Though inside I was struck with awe,
I tried not to show surprise.

A four legged woman walking-
With a man who had no legs at all,
Living, loving, laughing and talking-
As if he stood ten feet tall.

A bearded lady singing, soft in tone-
To a man with two noses.
A man so skinny he looked to lack bone-
In the mirror, practicing poses.

I stood, amazed, at the shapes he took,
As my misdirected thoughts ran.
It seemed he could make himself to look-
Like anything but a "normal" man.

As if sensing my questioning mind,
A boy approached, beginning to speak.
Saying, "Stay, safely, here awhile, you will find-
The answers that you seek."

I looked down, seeing each arm without hand,
But pinchers like a lobster, instead.
He said, "There's things the world won't understand-
That can be grasped, here, full- fled. "

He gestured to a snake-skinned man-
And said, "Beauty, truly is in the eye.
Viewed by the world, a charlatan,
Won't you give the magic mirror a try. "

So I stepped over and took my view,
Beheld a man without a face.
It was suddenly so clear, I knew-
I had finally found my place.

And every night people stop just to stare,
And maybe we raise their self-esteem.
Some pity us, thinking it's not fair-
Some think we're just here to scheme.

But I recall the other side, I know-
What leads you to jeer and jilt.
And what you see as "The Freak Show"-
Is just your carnival of guilt.

About the Poem

Society can be cruel. What "society" will accept is nominally judged by the masses and already accepted as "normal" by the masses. But what of those who are different? This poem is about the "Freak Shows" that used to travel the United States in the 1920's and 30's. The characters mentioned are real people that society labeled "freaks" for being different, a practice that still goes on way too much today.

wake up call- it's 5 am

2009-05-21T12:59:00.002+03:00

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

2008-12-13T13:16:00.005+02:00

"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

2008-12-09T23:34:00.005+02:00

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

2008-11-30T04:50:00.003+02:00

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

2008-09-21T22:40:00.007+02:00

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

2008-09-19T23:51:00.011+02:00

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'

Vorto de la tago - INTRIGO

2008-09-16T08:11:00.000+02:00

INTRIGO

Ruze aranĝi kombinon por sukcesigi aŭ malsukcesigi aferon:

Li certe intrigis por ricevi tiun postenon.
Ĉiuj intrigoj kaj malicaĵoj estis forgesitaj.
Ŝi havis amintrigon kun edziĝinta viro.
Estas multaj intrigantoj inter viaj geamikoj.
Atentu pri li: ĉiuj diras, ke li estas intrigema.

today is special (cu tronc ! )

2008-09-09T22:34:00.005+02:00

today started with an electricity shut down. with a train shut down. and with a computer shut down. with a fax shut down. and with a bank card shut down. a wallet. a bottle. a box. a bag. a door.
today finished with my eyes shut down.

... can't remember the last time my heart was so open. such an easy distance between these dots :) what's ..3000, 4000... 5122.92 km?

pam pam

news from my belgian room

2008-09-06T20:19:00.006+02:00

aly cat sits on my green wall with a piano on her back. i feel a bit guilty not having her stare at me. i know she does it on purpose. the unread books from the library, the rio luggage still unpacked, and the clock-wall waiting to be turned and go wild with precision.. would you please stop it? i got the message.

i just like it when time stops at 5, and everything becomes a big possibility.

2008-04-20T15:41:00.003+02:00

having a sharp mind is convenient when it offers me excuses when i need to be excused.

Grandma!?

2008-01-10T15:43:00.000+02:00

nu neaparat ca as fi pesimista, dar citatul asta m-a facut sa ma gandesc:

"Golita de continutul ei de odinioara, prietenia a devenit un contract de menajari reciproce, pe scurt un pact de politete. or, este nepoliticos sa-i ceri unui prieten ceva ce l-ar putea pune intr-o situatie incomoda sau neplacuta [...] daca esti lovit de ura celorlalti, daca esti acuzat, sfasiat de gloata, te poti astepta la doua reactii din partea celor care te cunosc: unii se vor alatura gloatei, ceilalti, discreti, se vor preface ca nu stiu nimic, ca nu au auzit nimic, incat ai putea continua sa-i intalnesti si sa vorbesti cu ei. aceasta a doua categorie, discreta, delicata, o formeaza prietenii."

(Milan Kundera- Identitatea)

in sensul modern al cuvantului.

Grandma? hello? You have teeth. You don't need someone else's false teeth, Grandma. I think that you have a problem with hoarding. How much time lost dusting....Listen, most people don't even have a "purse room."

excuse me i have a system to destroy

2007-12-18T00:21:00.001+02:00

unii oameni se apara impotriva haosului inventand dacii zburatoare peste strazi plictisite. sau carti care se numesc asa. probabil pentru ca vor si ei sa distruga ceva si probabil ca e adevarat ca renasterea are nevoie de jertfa.
daca as scrie o carte despre dacii zburatoare de fapt as vorbi in ea despre acarieni, virusi, pirati, procurori si suruburi, ca sa ne sperie si sa ne tina bine cu picioarele pe pamant, sa intelegem o data pentru totdeauna de ce si unde trebuie sa ne prefacem ca zburam. pentru ca daca crezi suficient de mult se poate intampla.

..

2007-12-02T12:59:00.000+02:00

de ascultat seara, cu un borcan de sare:

noros cecer

2007-12-01T18:21:00.000+02:00

daca drumul spre iad e pavat cu bune intentii, drumul spre rai cu ce e pavat?

sighisoara…

2007-07-31T13:18:00.001+03:00

as vrea sa ma intorc acolo si la 40 de ani, sa cant fara sa am voce si sa rad fara sa fiu vesela. Sa nu ma supar ca nu suna telefonul cand ar trebui sa sune.
mi-am fumat tigarile... mi-am respirat aerul, si m-am intrebat de ce dupa 25 de ani tot ce e bizar e catalogat ca imatur.

gobalization is scary

2007-07-31T12:26:00.000+03:00

Globalization, in the Encyclopedia Britannica = “process by which the experiences of everyday life …is becoming standardized around the world”

agglutination, homogeneity, a slow death and a fast manipulation

multe

2007-06-29T12:43:00.000+03:00

ce ciudat e sa astepti.

dupa ce am ajuns acasa am impresia ca astept sa incep din nou. interviurile si raspunsurile imi sunt amanate, actiunile se topesc undeva in canicula si liana care ma tine suspendata cu senzatii de plutire e bibleoteca.
astept inceputul lui iulie, inceputul lucrarii de licenta, un carnet de conducere, o chitara si un flaut, o germana si dulcea matematica, muntele, o lectie zdravana de istorie in cortex si alte cateva vise.

si lumi, o sa-mi fie dor de tine :)

hoppipolla

2007-06-20T09:55:00.000+03:00

Repetabila povară

2007-06-07T01:02:00.000+03:00

de paunescu (pentru ca nu e o poezie care pare, ci care este)

Cine are părinti, pe pământ nu în gând
Mai aude si-n somn ochii lumii plângând
Că am fost, că n-am fost, ori că suntem cuminti,
Astăzi îmbătrânind ne e dor de părinti.

Ce părinti? Niste oameni ce nu mai au loc
De atâtia copii si de-atât nenoroc
Niste cruci, încă vii, respirând tot mai greu,
Sunt părintii acestia ce oftează mereu.

Ce părinti? Niste oameni, acolo si ei,
Care stiu dureros ce e suta de lei.
De sunt tineri sau nu, după actele lor,
Nu conteaza deloc, ei albiră de dor
Să le fie copilul c-o treaptă mai domn,
Câtă muncă în plus, si ce chin, cât nesomn!

Chiar acuma, când scriu, ca si când as urla,
Eu îi stiu si îi simt, pătimind undeva.
Ne-amintim, si de ei, după lungi săptămâni
Fii bătrâni ce suntem, cu părintii bătrâni
Dacă lemne si-au luat, dacă oasele-i dor,
Dacă nu au murit tristi în casele lor...
Între ei si copii e-o prăsilă de câini,
Si e umbra de plumb a preazilnicei pâini.

Cine are părinti, pe pământ nu în gând,
Mai aude si-n somn ochii lumii plângând.
Că din toate ce sunt, cel mai greu e să fii
Nu copil de părinti, ci părinte de fii.

Ochii lumii plângând, lacrimi multe s-au plâns
Însă pentru potop, încă nu-i de ajuns.
Mai avem noi părinti? Mai au dânsii copii?
Pe pământul de cruci, numai om să nu fii,

Umiliti de nevoi si cu capul plecat,
Într-un biet orăsel, într-o zare de sat,
Mai asteaptă si-acum, semne de la strămosi
Sau scrisori de la fii cum c-ar fi norocosi,
Si ca niste stafii, ies arare la porti
Despre noi povestind, ca de mosii lor morti.

Cine are părinti, încă nu e pierdut,
Cine are părinti are încă trecut.
Ne-au făcut, ne-au crescut, ne-au adus până-aci,
Unde-avem si noi însine ai nostri copii.
Enervanti pot părea, când n-ai ce să-i mai rogi,
Si în genere sunt si nitel pisălogi.
Ba nu văd, ba n-aud, ba fac pasii prea mici,
Ba-i nevoie prea mult să le spui si explici,
Cocosati, cocârjati, într-un ritm infernal,
Te întreabă de stii pe vre-un sef de spital.
Nu-i asa că te-apucă o milă de tot,
Mai cu seamă de faptul că ei nu mai pot?
Că povară îi simti si ei stiu că-i asa
Si se uită la tine ca si când te-ar ruga...

Mai avem, mai avem scurtă vreme de dus
Pe constiintă povara acestui apus
Si pe urmă vom fi foarte liberi sub cer,
Se vor împutina cei ce n-au si ne cer.
Iar când vom începe si noi a simti
Că povară suntem, pentru-ai nostri copii,
Si abia într-un trist si departe târziu,
Când vom sti disperati vesti, ce azi nu se stiu,
Vom pricepe de ce fiii uită curând,
Si nu văd nici un ochi de pe lume plângând,
Si de ce încă nu e potop pe cuprins,
Desi plouă mereu, desi pururi a nins,
Desi lumea în care părinti am ajuns
De-o vecie-i mereu zguduită de plâns.

to explore

2007-05-06T14:40:00.000+03:00

second life.com

wild lyrics for a bad guitar

2007-05-06T10:48:00.000+03:00

it was this anathema song, that i used to perceive as "but i feel like playing the game" and i got so inspirational in my rebellious high school years, having still a good approach towards the system. if only someone told me.. he he

free time? ->

vieenrosisme and other chubby stuffs

2007-05-05T20:59:00.000+03:00

am inceput in mod ciudat sa scriu necivilizat de concret trist si ancorat.
vreau un dirijabil si un vant random cald roz si cu miros de liliac in care sa visez ca sunt un cosmonaut liber si incapatanat sa ajunga la capatul universului in liniste.

si poate si pt ca (dar nu numaiii) un omolog vac (sau o omoloaga vaca) care a uitat de ziua mea a mentionat, am sa mentionez si eu ca ne-am facut un drag nu neaparat patriotic dar nici nepatriotic, nu neaparat cosmonaut dar nici necosmonaut, nu neaparat hipopotam dar nici nehipopotam, poate putin tramvai,.....AICI BLOG.

Tchaikovsky

2007-05-05T18:56:00.002+03:00

what's special abt this bear is that he doesn't hear anything.
I never heard a music that would fit me more than Tchaikovsky's piano concerto no 1..

valizand prin cosmos

2007-04-27T20:41:00.000+03:00

e fascinant. unde mi-e periuta de dinti? fularul si strugurelul.
cheama un taxi! ACUUUM!

ninge ninge ningeee

2007-04-21T15:06:00.000+02:00

Aseara am fost la un alumni event dragut, cu branza puturoasa si ceva meditatie - m-am auzit sub stropitoare si pana sa inchid umbrela m-am surprins spunandu-mi ca pentru un moment asa de muzical ar trebui sa ninga. heh! deja incepuse sa ninnngaa...
Si va jur ca azi NNNNNNNingeee ca NNNNNNNNiciodata si daca vrei putem sa mergem la sanius mai la vale si la vale si la vale.. si pana sa ne dam duhul in sau sperand la multinationale de doi bani hai sa murim azi intoxicati de alb si multa nebunie.
sa ne cristalizam de atata alb si frig, si sa lasam pe maine intoxicatia de la branzeturi puturoase cu sens puturos, sistemele, asfaltul, jocurile de baut, esarfele si pungile de plastic, cartile de joc si literele de la a la z.

Da Doamne iarna si timp bun de sanius! Adu o scrisoare, Ploiesti Postas nebun!

numai tie ti se putea intampla

2007-04-19T15:49:00.002+02:00

daca "numai mie mi se putea intampla" ar fi ceva, ar arata ca un copil de 3 ani si 5 luni, cu siretul stang desfacut, genunchiul drept tamponat si strampenii rupti, cu bretele si o buza sparta, care plange atata vreme cat un tanti sau o nene ii da atentie.

poate un un un mod de a sublinia ca "exist si sunt special"... din mom ce tot universul comploteaza impotriva mea...si iar am pierdut umbrela (numai mie mi se putea intampla!), m-a prins autob 5 intre usi (numai mie mi se putea intampla!), iar s-a indragostit de mine baiatul ideal care are vedere la aureola boreala, si ceai cald de portocale (numai mie nu mi se putea intampla!), sau: azi dimineata mi-a cazut in cap o bucata de tavan in timp ce imi reglam binoclul pe stolul de girafe de pe pijamaua vecinei de vis a vis (era vecinul de sus, isi instala o vana noua).. NUMAI MIE mi se putea intampla.

de ce numai MIE? (te simti gri dar special, nu?)
si eu.. dar tot cred ca existam pentru ca!, si suntem speciali nu din cauza celor de mai sus, ci cel putin pentru ca mintim de fiecare data cand jucam "I have never!".

where's the flavor?

2007-04-19T15:49:00.001+02:00

today was just speaking with Dan how I cannot read anymore. I just take the heavy old paperly smelly squary letter web in my hands, lean on one side, breath, start to read and not to pay attention to the crazy feeling that gets over me: that I have to stand up, check my agenda, mail... there's nothing happening? i should be doing something!!! .. the "somebody stop me" syndrome!

and if the reason for that happening is that there's so much information today, and we are leaving a continuous excitation of our senses and mind... and we have to do, discover, conquer.. then then then where's the flavor?

boat ride

2007-04-15T19:17:00.000+02:00

today i went "sailing" on a canal visiting Brussels on water... what was it? my sleepless night catching up with me? the owen that was outside (was literally melting)? the junk food i ate again?
well whatever it was, it had a big bad wolfie influence: it was kinda' borring i felt like sleeping the whole trip. and you couldn't see anything because of the trees and the distance..blablablablabla... i think it's much better if u see it by foot.. and not with your foot.. uhm. somebody stop me.

BUT Makic organized it really really nice, and the other people seemed to be very fond of the event so it will be another one coming the next week. i'll try very hard not to drink again before i go, so i can enjoy it fully! :P

after belds

2007-04-06T13:48:00.000+02:00

This experience should be called something else... like: flight, float on, discovery, journey..whatever else! it was a reaaaaally cool experience because it helped me make light in myself:

make up my mind what i wanna do for the next year to come,
it helped me see the mistakes that i am doing and helped me ACCEPT me and them,
i finally defined the values that i want to define me: FAITH, LOVE, INTELLIGENCE, STRENGTH, CREATIVITY, and PASSION
and because it helped me see in front of my eyes how in only 2 days a bunch of people have became a team, learned and shared each other questions and answers

As i was telling someone around here, it was like a really cool jazz concert, filled with good songs, and the good songs are following you all your life.

If there is anyone who is in the sun
Will you help me to understand
'Cause i been caught in between all I wish for and all I need
Maybe you're not even sure what it's for
Any more than me

link

beer night in Leuven

2007-03-24T10:29:00.000+02:00

so many types of beer... u can never make up your mind. suggestion: if u come to Brussels go to Delirium, there are hundreds of types of beer you can pretend you choose from (you know in the end you'll just pick randomly).

.................
crowdy way back from Leuven: 7 persons in a car of 4 ( 1 in trunk, 4 in the back, 2 in front). actually i think if we struggled a bit we could've fit 10. nooo! 20! :P

OPS the movie

2007-03-24T10:28:00.000+02:00

trying to upload it

what makes me cry

2007-03-20T23:31:00.000+02:00

i wish i wish i wish i wishhhhh

ma simt de parca mi-as fi decupat o parte din suflet pe care au furat-o randunelele si au fugit in primavara. se face vara in curand.

numbers numbers don't know all about it

2007-03-20T23:25:00.000+02:00

i am not a constant time watcher. but in the weirdly today i saw around 5 times the perfect hour. what is the perfect hour?
11:11
12:12
14:14
16:16
22:22
weirdish. when i was a child i used to believe it meant something. now it would take tons of coincidences to happen to make me only wonder

Am zarit lumina

2007-02-17T13:14:00.000+02:00

Am zarit lumina
(Sorescu)

Am zarit lumina pe pamânt
Si m-am nascut si eu
Sa vad ce mai faceti
Sanatosi? Voinici?
Cum o mai duceti cu fericirea?
Multumesc, nu-mi raspundeti.
Nu am timp de raspunsuri,
Abia daca am timp sa pun întrebari
Dar îmi place aici.
E cald, e frumos,
Si atâta lumina încât
Creste iarba.
Iar fata aceea, iata,
Se uita la mine cu sufletul...
Nu, draga, nu te deranja sa ma iubesti.
O cafea neagra voi servi, totusi
Din mana ta.
Îmi place ca tu stii s-o faci
Amara.

my puppy

2007-02-16T15:46:00.000+02:00

i never saw a lazier puppy in my life;

basically what happ is: - i took him from the bus station cause his eyes were sooo soft that melted me in a sec, and brought him home. on the way, there was this old man that kissed him like 3 times, then kissed my hand and apologised for being so mooshy but he loves small animals.. and me mooshy, and the pupy's eyes mooshy, and the old man mooshy... i felt like it was a hot summer day and I'm watching an ice cream melting.. never mind, you had to be there.

so got home, had some scandal from my folks, and put him on the hallway with tears in my eyes and promises that I'll be the one cleaning up his poo poo in the house, and bathing him and..and.. and the answer was of course NO. well.. at least we'll keep him for a couple of days.

his name is Apples.. even though at least one person thinks I'm a vegetarian freak for calling my dog that way. but i love it. it sounds like a late summer perfume. just like my new friend.

..and i never saw a lazier puppy in my life. basically he just stands there; i just dropped him in the hallway, and he didn't even look around, just scratched once and bump! there he goes, stretching all over the place and fell asleep in no time. and when he entered that trance... well it took him abt 4 hours. he woke up, i gave him smth to eat, he looked at me, scratched for a few minutes, bit my arm (whoo, he's a biter), and then back to refusing to face the reality- he fell asleep, and there's 2 hours since.

but i still love this dog... so what if he's lazy? he's adorable! so what if he's scratching? he's adorable! so what if he's biting? it's a challenge to make him let go of your hand. still his staying in my place is kinda limited. sooo

...therefore:
you can always donate old bones, and dog toys to my aptm, and if you've been looking for the cutest sleepiest dog ever, you might've found him. you can send me some pictures with your place and facilities, and a motivational letter, and I'm sure i could arrange an interview to decide if he could be adopted by YOU!

doamnei verzi

2007-02-15T19:48:00.000+02:00

Beti din cupa mea de piele doamna numai vinuri grele
Doamna numai vinuri rosii
Doamna numai vinuri verzi
Doamna numai vinuri albe caci va stau covor sub talpe
Si la mainu-ti stau inel, vina mea va e cercel

Sufar de Alifantiazis... niste virusi dromaderi care se mira ca sunt si nu pleaca decat pana la Calul Balan, in decembre, sa impleteasca ploi pentru Marte.
Virusi minunat de intamplatori, care ca toti virusii ce se respecta n-au nopti bune pana cand prin aerul mai mut nu se pot hotari doua cantece si vedea doua culori.. si atunci toate cresc si cresc de nostalgie si tarziu, si se fac mult mai inalte si mult mai curande, pana la urmatorul decembre, cand respira niste apa de mare sa aiba putere peste un alt prag de an.
Si desigur totul o ia apoi de la capat, de unde am ramas.. pentru ca niciodata nu va fi suficient prea multul.

Cumpar palmieri si hamac; plata in rate, in hipopotami.

what i want for my bday

2007-02-13T17:25:00.000+02:00

is this!

l-a vazut in nr 1

2007-01-23T22:14:00.000+02:00

messenger is silly ;))

Roly: hy
alex.barbu: hy
alex.barbu: ne stim ?
Roly: nu da te stiu e upe tine
alex.barbu: mkey
alex.barbu: poti sa detaliezi?
Roly: mai vb
alex.barbu: ...
Roly: esti fata nu ?
alex.barbu:
alex.barbu: si sigur ma stii?
Roly: pai esti fata
Roly: ?
Roly: te-am vazut in nr1
Roly: si de mai multe ori
alex.barbu: nr1?
Roly: da
Roly:
alex.barbu: lol
alex.barbu: in nr1 de la ce?
alex.barbu: hustler?
alex.barbu:
alex.barbu: geezus
Roly: pai te-am vazut alaltaieri seara
Roly: te vad cam rar
alex.barbu: confuzie itzi zic
Roly: esti la mihai
Roly: ?\
alex.barbu: nu prea
Roly: aha
Roly: scuze
alex.barbu: np
alex.barbu: totusi...
alex.barbu: cine esti?
Roly: roly
alex.barbu: roly ...de la?
Roly: roland
alex.barbu: mkey
Roly: u
Roly: ?
alex.barbu: na..pai mai rolande imi pare rau ca nu-s cine-ti doreai sa fiu
Roly: dami detalii
Roly:
Roly: asa se pare
alex.barbu:
Roly: eh
alex.barbu: asa e sigur
Roly: esti baiat inseamna
alex.barbu: fara doar si poate
alex.barbu:
alex.barbu: auzi
alex.barbu: nu-i nimic
Roly: k
alex.barbu: o vei gasi
alex.barbu:
Roly: ms mult))
alex.barbu: si pe femeia pe care o cauti
alex.barbu: np
Roly: asa sa fie
Roly:

alex.barbu: a fost intersenat...
Roly: pai mai vbim
alex.barbu: ca-mi pun si status "m-a vazut in nr1"
Roly: n-are nic
Roly: acuma daca tot esti in lista\
alex.barbu: okey
Roly: cei cu statusu ala ma
alex.barbu: pai mi-a placut
alex.barbu:
alex.barbu: in nr 1 ...te refereai la bus nu?
Roly:

Roly: ce bus
alex.barbu: autobuz
alex.barbu: nu?
Roly: tu nu esti din sf
alex.barbu: dintr-un science fiction?
alex.barbu: mai stii...
alex.barbu:
Roly: clar atunci
alex.barbu:
alex.barbu: sf fiind?
Roly: sfantu gheorghe ma
alex.barbu: hehe pai...nu
alex.barbu: ploiesti
alex.barbu:
alex.barbu: aci
alex.barbu: si-s alex no..incantat de cunostinta roland
Roly: si eu
Roly:

Roly: no hai ca eu tre sa ies
Roly: mai vbim
Roly: papa
alex.barbu: pa pa
Roly has signed out. (1/22/2007 11:36 PM)

dupa ani si ani

2007-01-14T19:32:00.000+02:00

..ma voi intoarce.
Slanic Moldova e un loc fain, plin de emotii de tot felul. A fost un loc plin de oameni faini, povesti coborate parca din pruni in toiul verii in timp ce dormitezi pe un deal galben, povesti urcate pe scari inspre pod ca sa le cobori mai apoi cand ai nevoie de ele, si povestitori cu care cineva de sus ar trebui sa ne intalneasca de mai multe ori pe albastra noastra bila ce se invarte.

ei, si pe langa asta, am fost incuiata in mod miselesc in camera, m-am certat cu toti pe care i-am prins, mi-a venit factura de la mobil, am aflat ca trebuia sa dau un examen vineri si ca saptamana asta va fi tortura vietii in ce priveste lucrarile si proiectele, dar mai ales am zambit tot timpul ca o bestie nepasatoare. clanta frig somn girafe bulbucate si vaci pe caramele. gata. m-am defrustrat.

si normal, total special random si dinafara haosului care e in capul meu plin de toxinele pe care le-am bagat in mine de cateva zile,
BINE SIMOOOOOONNNNNEEEE!!!!!!!!!!
SOOO PROOOOUUD OF UUU!!!!!

the hunting has begun

2006-12-23T22:08:00.000+02:00

it has, hasn't it, Geo?
we're gonna start hunting memories!

nema, nema

2006-12-20T18:43:00.000+02:00

i wish this post had a music of it's own.. i wish every word had a music of it's own.. just like the night in belgade, just like serbian hugs, just like the silcence in a late coffe shop.

Dali ima na_ovoj beli svet
poubavo devojcce od makedonce?
Nema, nema nek'e se rodi
poubavo devojce od makedonce!

this would be the song of this post.

.. i just have pieces of pictures in my mind, that i cannot connect cause they just fly arrounf like a hurricane and they take me with them somewhere else.

Dali ima na_ovoj beli svet
poubavo devojcce od makedonce?
Nema, nema nek'e se rodi
poubavo devojce od makedonce!
Nema, nema nek'e se rodi
poubavo devojce od makedonce!

never will i forget this serbian dream that got over me.

evil

2006-12-06T00:34:00.001+02:00

comes in a seductive way

intr-o bula licarind

2006-12-04T17:23:00.001+02:00

plec in serbia intr-o bula licarind :)
va salut cu rotacism.

:)

DAZLIOUS

2006-11-25T02:59:00.001+02:00

D
A
Z
L
I
O
U
S

"Mr Fantastic from the Fantastic 4... he's got arms made from elastic so they can stretch for 2 maybe 3 hundred miles. He's been enprisoned in a cave with no food and no water and no light.
And on the 8th day he manages to loosen a rock and push his way up through the top" "with his stratchy arms?" "and up into the daylight. Just as the sun is coming up over the mountains and filling the sky with this white yellow light.. and there's a stillness,... and in the few minutes he's got,..before his captor, the evil Dr Doom returns, .. he stops for one second.. and all he can hear is his own breathing,... and he's totally overwhelmed by how big the wrold is, and how small and unimportant he is.. and as he turnes around, we see his face look to the sky .. and he sais very quietly .. so that noone can hear him..
He sais: Dazlious... "

Just like Snow Cake... it deserves an Oscar. atleast.

wonderfull

2006-11-21T21:08:00.000+02:00

n-ai ce citi? FOWLES!
te plictisesti? FOWLES!
nu stii daca sa pariezi sau nu? da... tot FOWLES. pentru inceput.

ciudat cum graviteaza oamenii in jurul anumitor concepte- de casa, de prieteni, de tigari... ma intreb ce fel de grafic exista acolo sus sau jos sau in alta parte nustiucat-dimensional, in care sa ne incadram fiecare din noi. si as vrea sa-l vad. pe muzica lui eric clapton..
prietenii mei graviteaza si ei.. si si eu.. si si adrian paunescu .. si si FOWLES. si si tusea mea in jurul axului meu de rezistenta nervoasa. ati observat ca sunteti mai nervosi cand tusiti? eu da. i feel like beating somebody.. si stiu si pe cine: pe Franz.. instructorul meu de la scoala de soferi.
si revenind la unii-toti oameni..intotdeauna vor gravita.. doar ca vor fi undeva la o distanta considerabila de tine.. spatiu personal sau impersonal mai bine zis. probabil e forta de reactiune.. mai trec cate o tura prin fata ta, se mai intorc cu spatele vin mai aproape, dar au grija sa stea departe. sau poate ca tu faci asta, miscarea e relativa doar.
and probably, at some point, u're gonna get dizzy, and u're gonna stop.. and laugh. and become a wize man!

si de asta trebuie sa incepi cu FOWLES si sa termini cu DOD. qed.

Franz, iar ma ia tusea..

PS: wonderfull nu e wonderful (!)

2006-11-06T20:05:00.000+02:00

si asa ii oblig pe altii sa imi spuna cuvinte pe care sa le pot prelucra pentru ca nu mai sunt in stare sa le emit eu. sau poate ca ma simt prea singura in coltul nord ca sa vreau.
se pare ca si oamehnii astia nu pot scoate ceva mai bun ca calul verde din marlboro. da, stiu ce am facut. si ce-i daca?
daca te-ai inchide intr-o casa.. ai inchide televizorul, lumina, gazul..tot, ai trage obloanele si te-ai gandi.. cam.. asa.. un an de zile. si presupunand ca nu mori de frig sete sau foame. e posibil sa nu mori de ganduri?

si acum sa fim vesel!? sa ne batem pentru a-l face pe alex sa ni se alature noua, bucati de vant care incearca sa se oprasca din loc in loc. normal ca nu intelegi daca nu esti alex. mi-e prea lene sa explic. deci alex va trebui sa ne ia pe noi de mana. cum? cum altfel decat cu un banc.
deci am pana acum..

Merge Scufita Rosie cu cosuletul in mina prin padure. Deodata, de dupa o tufa apare fata crispata a lupului:
- UAAAA ! Scufita Rosie. Zi repede, repede ce-ai in cos?
Aceasta, speriata, se fisticeste:
- Pai, ... sunca de porc...
- Lasa, lasa! Altceva, altceva?
- Si niste gratar cu...
- Nu Nu NU! Ce mai ai, ce mai ai?
- O ciorba de burta...
- Aaaaltceva, altceva !!!
- Merdenele cu carne...
- Altceva, altceva n-ai?
- Pai nu... numa niste servetele!
- Bine, perfect! Lasa servetelele si pleaca!

sau

Un buldog musculos, bine facut,
trece pe langa o poarta pe care
scria mare "CAINE RAU". Bate la
poarta si raspunde un catelus ce
abia a facut ochi:
Buldogul: - Tatal tau e acasa?
Catelusul: - Nu, nenea.
B: - Dar mama ta?
C: - Nu, nenea.
B: - Atunci cine e caine rau aici?
C: - Eu, nenea, ca nu-mi beau lapticul
dimineata

sau mai bine ii dau linkul cuiva, nu?

Ketemu lagi!

2006-11-05T16:28:00.000+02:00

cauta-ma cat timp sunt
cunoaste-ma pentru ca sunt
caci sunt
si totusi e sigur ca nu sunt

(Bocet din Celebrele de Sud)
(Arhipelagul Indonezian)

"vantul, care de fapt se porneste doar asa, din cand in cand, starnindu-se undeva si pierzandu-se intr-un altundeva, dar niciodata atinandu-se in acelasi loc, aduce cu el rafale de mirosuri, ba sufocante, ba improspatoare, si cateodata si cate un nor de fluturi, sau libelule, ori uneori un card de pasari mari, negre - si dispare din nou iar dupa aceea, tot ce in gradina poate sa se miste si este atins de el, ramane in miscare.
[...]ar putea sa figureze intr-un anunt mortuar sau o scrisoare de consolare:
vantul- asta este: viata cuiva
nimic nu exista care sa nu atinga ceva"

rosu ucigas e despre drumul lui Browers in a-si descoperi descopuneri si compuneri, ..si pana la planul lui de izbavire evaluat cel putin cu un ucigator "Femina Etranger"; e povestea unui prizonier de 5 ani in unul din lagarele indoneziene in al 2lea RM; spuneam ceva despre descoperirile lui Browers:
- semintele compulsiilor sale in speranta ca freud nu a vbit prostii
- nemurirea memoriei
- un tipat catre amortirea noastra, sau inutitiltatea unor arme de aparare la care un copil nu a putut ajunge, si pentru care nu a existat nimic
- dragostea fata de o mama moarta reamintita prea tarziu, refuzata prea devreme, o dragoste care traieste in ciuda urii de rana, iubire si patetic
- viitorul
- sau.. nonsens
Descoperiri ale unui copil de 45 ani care se intoarce sa ierte un copil de 5 ani care se face vinovat de descompunere.

O marturie a posesiunii, a posedarii, descompunerii si absurdului. o nevoie de liniste si atat.

Pentru cine nu stie cum se construieste o harta interioara, incercati asa ceva. Functioneaza si fara psihiatru si cred ca e mai eficient.

..a fost un post despre Rosu Ucigas- Jeroen Brouwers
Ketemu lagi!

Well it's late in the evening, and the music's seeping through

2006-09-17T11:31:00.000+03:00

vreau sa mananc portocale sub cel mai verde cer din lume.
si apoi cu ceai cald care sa acopere tot, pana se face intuneric de vis :)

sighisoara

2006-07-31T14:41:00.000+03:00

Cu fiecare an am impresia ca imi ingrop ingrop si ingrop aceiasi demoni din nou si din nou si din nou. Mereu pentru todeauna. Probabil au cele mai multe vieti din lume.

I feel I should be watching TV and not myslef

think smart, be safe!

2006-07-17T11:43:00.000+03:00

despre ce vezi tu

2006-07-16T14:03:00.002+03:00

a scrie e periculos;
intodeauna exista riscul de a deforma pentru ca esti constient de public.