deci inventziile noastre sau a altora mai faine asa....
TOKIO HOTEL din Germania, Sfinteasca-se numele tau, Fie muzik ta, Faca-se ea, Precum in Germania, Asa shy in Romania, Muzik ta cea d toate zilele, Dana-o noua astazi p KISS TV, S-o ascultam cu totii, Precum shy fanii tai, S-o auda shy ei, Si ramanetzi in topuri in vecii vecilor, AMIN!!!
am shi yo 2 facute de me cand eram intro stare de aberatzie.. Bill,Billlutzu meu Ce mi te-a dat D-zeu Eu sunt fana ta cea mare Si imi place trupa k e cea mai tare Tu esti cel mai mic Dar asta nu schimba nimic Si-n tot locul te-nsotesc Si de fane te pazesc Amin!
Tom,batut-ear focul K a dat peste tine norocul Sa gasesti asa o fata Frumoasa si delicata Tu esti cel mai dolcik Iar ea e cea mai sic Tu esti dulce k mierea Ea e mai buna decat placerea Mah tom ce i-ai facut K numai stie ce e cu ea demult Chiar asa de bun esti Incat sa o vrajesti? Hai dute la plimbare K fata asta acu moare Si iti zice rette mich Capishi??? Maine va fi soare Fata la reanimare Si tu langa ea patul ei vei sta Si o sa te intrebi asa: ce am facut ? Ea nu merita asta.
stiu k suna cam nasol..shi mai jtiu k nici imaginatzie nam
am si io un text in proza scris intr'o seara din pura plictiseala
Picturi abstracte
Alerg. Inca nu stiu de ce ma ascund dar simt nevoia sa evadez. Trebuie sa ajung dincolo de sfarsitul lumii. Numai marea ma poate purta spre eternitate. Ii simt chemerea...ii aud glasul stins. Alerg in continuare. Chiar daca inca nu pot zari tarmul stiu ca sunt aproape si ca, odata ce am atins apa involburata, voi putea privi lumea cu alti ochi. Marea e singura care ma poate salva. Depasesc timpul si ocolesc viata si astfel ajung mai aproape de nemurire. Simt cum sangele nevaleste salbatic in venele care se ivesc pe sub pielea insetata de viata. Corpul devine din ce in ce mai usor de parca nici nu mai atinge pamantul in fuga sa nebuna. Lacrimile s-au uscat demult fiind inlocuite de insensibilitate. Lumea moare cate putin in fiecare clipa, iar omenirea se afunda in vicii si placere uitand cu totul de sentimente. Imi pare ca sunt singura care inca mai lupta. Toti ceilalti au renuntat preferand sa se stinga incet, fara pic de regret. Nimanui nu ii mai pasa de ceilati. Totul se rezuma numai la egoism si la o viata plina de rutina. Zilele trec fara a se deosebi una de alta si fara sa aduca cuiva vreun progres sau vreo speranta. Sufletele au murit demult dar trupurile inca traiesc intr-o agonie continua. Imaginea generala este de haos total chiar daca de aproape totul pare bine sistematizat si oranduit. Intunericul acapareza tot mai mult spatiu inghetand totul in urma sa. De aceea trebuie sa ajung la tarmul salvarii. Simt briza racoroasa cum alearga prin pletele nebune rascolindu-le cele mai adanci secrete. In departare zaresc marea....dar drumul nu s-a incheiat caci ceilalti vor sa ma impiedice sa ajung pe tarm. Grabesc pasul, accelerez ritmul inimii si inchid ochii. Ca prin minune reusesc sa raman in picioare. Marea e asa de aproape. Aud cantecul fermacator al valurilor. Imi aud numele de fiecare data cand valurile izbesc furioase digul. Ajung pe marginea digului...si fara sa gandesc o clipa ma arunc. Apoi ma duc la fund. Simt cum apa imi inlocuieste sangele si cum viata se scurge incet din trupul fermecat de jocul ametitor al valurilor. Si totul devine luminos precum soarele. Am reusit sa inving nepasarea si am atins eternitatea. Acum apartin marii.
nu e cine stie ce da tin la el
_______________________________________ like the naked leads the blind
_______________________________________ Small, simple, safe price. Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets. This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals. And I am not afraid to die. I'm not afraid to bleed, and fuck, and fight. I want the pain of payment. What's left, but a section of pigmy size cuts. Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks. Would you be my little cut? Would you be my thousand fucks? And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid. To fill, and spill over, and under my thoughts. My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter. I'm cutting trying to picture your black broken heart. Love is not like anything. Especially a fucking knife. Look at me. Can you tell, By the way I move and do my hair? Do you think that it's me, Or is it not me? I don't even care. I'm alive, I don't smell. I'm the cleanest I have ever been. I feel big, I feel tall, I feel dry. Dry. Just look at me, look at me now. I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm fake, I'm fake. Just look at me, look at me now. I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm fake, I'm fake. Do I drink? Do I date? I've got perfect placements. All my ink satisfied, In your eyes. I'm the biggest fan that I've got right now. I made sure that I look how I wanted to look. The people around me, The people surround me. I feel big, I feel tall, I feel dry. Dry. Just look at me, look at me now. I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm fake, I'm fake. My stomach hurts now, And all tied off in lace. I pray, I beg, for anything to hit me in the face. And this sickness isn't me. I pray to fall from grace. The last thing I see is feeling. And I'm tellïng you I'm a fake.
_______________________________________ Small, simple, safe price. Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets. This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals. And I am not afraid to die. I'm not afraid to bleed, and fuck, and fight. I want the pain of payment. What's left, but a section of pigmy size cuts. Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks. Would you be my little cut? Would you be my thousand fucks? And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid. To fill, and spill over, and under my thoughts. My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter. I'm cutting trying to picture your black broken heart. Love is not like anything. Especially a fucking knife. Look at me. Can you tell, By the way I move and do my hair? Do you think that it's me, Or is it not me? I don't even care. I'm alive, I don't smell. I'm the cleanest I have ever been. I feel big, I feel tall, I feel dry. Dry. Just look at me, look at me now. I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm fake, I'm fake. Just look at me, look at me now. I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm fake, I'm fake. Do I drink? Do I date? I've got perfect placements. All my ink satisfied, In your eyes. I'm the biggest fan that I've got right now. I made sure that I look how I wanted to look. The people around me, The people surround me. I feel big, I feel tall, I feel dry. Dry. Just look at me, look at me now. I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm fake, I'm fake. My stomach hurts now, And all tied off in lace. I pray, I beg, for anything to hit me in the face. And this sickness isn't me. I pray to fall from grace. The last thing I see is feeling. And I'm tellïng you I'm a fake.
