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Monday, July 26, 2010

ceva se petrece

[22:14]

"cu mine se petrece ceva.
o viaţă de om
[marin sorescu]

Thursday, July 22, 2010

o amoeba

                                                         marin sorescu
o amoebă

"Ce mai faci?"
Într-o bună zi luna
A întrebat pământul.


De milioane de ani
Îl tot vedea muncindu-se,
Mutând mările dintr-un continent
Într-altul,
Experimentând gheţuri şi vulcani
Şi stricând zilnic o grămadă de munţi.
"Ce mai faci?"
A repetat ea.

Pământul a răspuns obosit şi grav:
"O amoebă".

Atunci luna a încruntat din sprâncene,
S-a făcut că înţelege
Misterul creaţiei şi al vieţii
Şi a plecat mai departe gândindu-se:
"Fleacuri de-ale bărbaţilor".

"the zen of blogging"

23 de pagini si 15 zile. it won't take long


http://hunternuttall.com/blog/2008/02/free-ebook-the-zen-of-blogging/

it's a brand new day




Some kind of magic Happens late at night When the moon smiles down on me And bathes me in it's light I fell asleep beneath you In the tall blades of grass When I woke the world was new I never had to ask It's a brand new day The sun is shinning It's a brand new day For the first time In such a long long time I know I'll be ok Most kind of stories Save the best part for last Most stories have a hero who finds You make your past your past Ya you make your past your past It's a brand new day The sun is shinning It's a brand new day For the first time In such a long long time I know I'll be ok This cycle never ends Gotta fall in order to mend And it's a brand new day It's a brand new day For the first time In such a long long time I know I'll be ok

[joshua radin]

Tuesday, July 20, 2010


kinda tribute .. [21 iulie 2010 ; 00:34]

[preocupat cu nimicurile existentei, mi-am amintit intr-o zi ... la aproape o luna dupa 25 iunie...]


It's hard to tell them what I feel for you. They haven't ever met you, and
no one has your picture. So how can they ever understand your mystery?
Let's give them a clue:
Two birds sit in a tree. One eats cherries, while the other looks on.
Two birds fly through the air. One's song drops like crystal from the sky while the other keeps silent. Two birds wheel in the sun. One catches the light on its silver feathers, while the other spreads wings of invisibility.
It's easy to guess which bird I am, but they'll never find you. Unless...
Unless they already know a love that never interferes, that watches from beyond, that breathes free in the invisible air. Sweet bird, my soul, your silence is so precious. How long will it be before the world hears your song in mine?
Oh, that is a day I hunger for!

© Michael Jackson

[ai vazut ce degete lungi/ palme mari avea MJ? ;) ]
cuprinzator/-oare

Sunday, July 11, 2010

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