February 09, 2010

“I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they’re right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, & sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together”

December 18, 2009

A la vie a l'amour
A nos nuits, a nos jours
A l'eternel retours de la chance
A l'enfant qui viendrat
qui nous ressemblera
qui sera a la fois toi et moi

A nous
aux souvenirs que nous allons nous faire
A l'avenir et au present surtout
A la sante de cette vielle terre
qui s'en fout

A nous
A nos espoirs et a nos illusions
A notre prochain premier rendez-vous
A la sante de ces milliers d'amoureux
Qui sont comme nous

A la vie a l'amour
A nos nuits, a nos jours
A l'eternel retours de la chance
A l'enfant qui viendrat
qui nous ressemblera
qui sera a la fois toi et moi

December 15, 2009

"Si c’est ici le meilleur des mondes possibles, que sont donc les autres?"
Candide, by Voltaire

photo source: Ghadeer'ovich :)
I don’t believe in the cookie cutter. But some of them do. And this is who they are and this is who I am.

... and if they didn’t make it to the core, it’s ok, they’re not disqualified. They made it to the shell and sometimes, that's even more important than the core itself. It’s where the boundaries are established; it’s where the fight takes place, and where reactions happen.

...and that's what life is about.

At the end of the day, we’re all puppets with broken hearts.

December 13, 2009

Si m-a trasnit cand am intrat pe blogul Andreei...

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

Asta'a vrut omu' sa zica.

December 10, 2009

I knew I can't tell him how to eat his chips, but hey, a bit of cooperation, por favor, so we can make it through the night. Anyhow, no band-aid needed anymore. Now I am cured... Maybe I am reasonably happy too.

But it's so much dullness around... and patterns wear me out. Ah! can't we die temporarily? I bet my life will be more interesting.

[sigh] Until then... I will be mine.

December 09, 2009

"Bridget: Wait a minute... nice boys don't kiss like that.
Mark Darcy: Oh, yes, they fucking do."

What the hell do I do?

December 08, 2009

I should get my driving license so I can listen to Bruce Springsteen's new album while driving on my way back from work.

It's in the Wishlist for this Christmas.

December 07, 2009

Someone told me long ago there's a calm before the storm
I know; its been comin' for some time
When it's over, so they say, it'll rain a sunny day,
I know; shinin' down like water.

I want to know, have you ever seen the rain?
I want to know, have you ever seen the rain
Comin' down on a sunny day?

Yesterday, and days before, sun is cold and rain is hard
I know; been that way for all my time
'til forever, on it goes through the circle, fast and slow
I know; it can't stop, I wonder.

"Have You Ever Seen The Rain?" by Creedence Clearwater Revival

December 06, 2009

I'm grateful for EVERYTHING I've got. Now... my only wish is to KEEP it.
“Maybe some women aren't meant to be tamed. Maybe they just need to run free til they find someone just as wild to run with them."

November 30, 2009

... mai tii minte cand mi-ai zis ca lumea a uitat sa taca? Mai tii.
De-ar fi unicul lucru despre care ai avut dreptate...

Nu se poate ca in suflet de om sa domneasca atata tacere si atata strigat in acelasi timp. Nu tine.
Nu in suflet de om.

November 22, 2009

Odata cu trecerea timpului petrecut pe meleagurile nisipoase am observat ca mi-e din ce in ce mai greu sa-mi stapanesc obsesiile, gandurile, parerile. Asta n-ar fi chiar atat de rau daca ar fi cineva acolo sa ti le asculte.

Numai ca, in partea asta de lume, e o chestie de "It's not my business". Orice petec de conversatie se limiteaza la "How was your weekend?" si dupa aia - "I understand".

Nu mai avem placere in a ne asculta unul pe celalalt. Singuri in suflet si indiferenti pe dinafara, ne petrecem zilele trebaluind la calculatoare, cu sprincenele carlig, savurandu-ne cafelele una dupa alta... si tot asa.

Se duce dracului specia omeneasca.

November 21, 2009

Ceea ce trebuia sa se intample, s-a intamplat. Dar cum era eu sa-i explic ce-i ala "teasc"?.. Si cum ii justific ca daca nu-mi simte resortul launtric, la ce bun sa-i mai zic "hello"?

El nu ma mai desfata demult, dar parca tot m-ai ravneam la acel vant sec de ianuarie ce ne lovea peste crestete in timp ce osteneam pe faleza Manamei...

November 20, 2009

In that after-storm commemoration of silence… the things that ever really mattered will be rising still… among all the ruins, the flesh and blood.

Shall I tell that you were right about my egomaniac way of being and my many to come spasmodic nights?

November 18, 2009

“What they don’t understand about birthdays and what they never tell you is that when you’re eleven, you’re also ten, and nine, and eight, and seven, and six, and five, and four, and three, and two, and one. And when you wake up on your eleventh birthday you expect to feel eleven, but you don’t. You open your eyes and everything’s just like yesterday, only it’s today. And you don’t feel eleven at all. You feel like you’re still ten. And you are—underneath the year that makes you eleven.

Like some days you might say something stupid, and that’s the part of you that’s still ten. Or maybe some days you might need to sit on your mama’s lap because you’re scared, and that’s the part of you that’s five. And maybe one day when you’re all grown up maybe you will need to cry like if you’re three, and that’s okay.

That’s what I tell Mama when she’s sad and needs to cry. Maybe she’s feeling three.Because the way you grow old is kind of like an onion or like the rings inside a tree trunk or like my little wooden dolls that fit one inside the other, each year inside the next one. That’s how being eleven years old is.”

Sandra Cisneros, Eleven

Note to Self: Since When 15 is Wrong?

November 17, 2009

Мне не спится, нет огня;
Всюду мрак и сон докучный.
Ход часов лишь однозвучный
Раздается близ меня,
Парки бабье лепетанье,
Спящей ночи трепетанье,
Жизни мышья беготня...
Что тревожишь ты меня?
Что ты значишь, скучный шепот?
Укоризна, или ропот
Мной утраченного дня?
От меня чего ты хочешь?
Ты зовешь или пророчишь?
Я понять тебя хочу,
Смысла я в тебе ищу.

Алекса́ндр Серге́евич Пу́шкин

November 13, 2009

Dar Unde Dragoste Nu E, Nimic Nu E

gheorghe gheorghiu - dar unde dragoste nu e nimic nu e
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November 10, 2009

After 1 Week Spent at Home

“There was a time when the world was enormous, spanning the vast, almost infinite boundaries of your neighborhood – the place where you grew up, where you didn’t think twice about playing on someone else’s lawn … and the street was your territory that occasionally got invaded by a passing car. It was where you didn’t get called home until after it was dark. And all the people, and all the houses that surrounded you were as familiar as the things in your own room. And you knew they would never change.”

Daniel Stern, The Wonder Years

November 04, 2009

you can't do much...

.... you can’t control when you lose your mind.... the only thing you can do is to trust me.... that in those moments... I will be able to hold your heart... till the storm will pass away...