tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72884935251899941042023-11-16T18:04:58.602+02:00Litere din sufletAnnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01551016383197950730noreply@blogger.comBlogger61125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7288493525189994104.post-77199830901481103552012-11-19T16:08:00.002+02:002012-11-19T16:22:33.467+02:00Don't hold your breath<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Uneori ne tinem respiratia, in joaca, pentru a vedea cat de departe putem ajunge, pentru a ne atinge limitele. Insa cand vine momentul sa ne inecam, ne luptam din rasputeri sa nu le atingem, sa inotam cat mai departe de ele, spre suprafata, deoarece limitele noastre sunt intr-adevar locul in care nu vrem sa ajungem. Exista un loc ascuns in subconstientul fiecaruia dintre noi, pastrat sub lacatul tacerii, al agoniei, pazit de banalitatea in care traim, caci nu dorim sa ne infruntam, sa ne descoasem, sa discutam fata in fata cu noi insine. Nu ne ascundem de nimeni, caci oamenii vin si pleaca, o data cu temerile noastre, uneori chiar le lasa in urma, aruncandu-le in vidul departatii. Dar va ajunge si momentul inevitabil cand tot ceea ce am lasat in spate ne va prinde de un deget, apoi de mana si ne va tari inapoi pentru a-i face fata, uneori in linistea propriului suflet, alteori in tipetele de agonie a multimii. <b>Fotografie: Erica C Photography. </b><br />
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Am fost absenta in ultima vreme, cer iertare. Se pare ca nu mai avem timp pentru toate... O sa incerc sa mai postez, din cand in cand, ca tot a venit frigul, sa ne mai incalzim un pic cu momentele mele de irationalitate.<br />
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P.S: Cautati pe facebook Erica C Photography. Mi se pare geniala, are unele portrete foarte reusite. Cel din postare m-a surprins in mod special.Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01551016383197950730noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7288493525189994104.post-83825953445782072562012-10-15T22:33:00.001+03:002012-10-15T22:33:55.033+03:00Pustie, plina de toamna<br />
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<span lang="FR">Imi bat ganduri
in fereastra, amortite de toamna de afara. Imi simt sufletul cum se desprinde
clipa cu clipa de parc-ar fi un copac gol in mijlocul padurii, dar totusi
singur. Din cand in cand isi mai opreste zborul cate-o pasare pe crengile mele,
odihnindu-si trupul mic, firav pentru o frantura de timp, apoi pleca , lasand
sa cada de pe aripile sale cate-un strop dulce de vara. Imi sprijin tampla de pervaz, si-mi las
trupul obosit sa cada in tacere, privind alte pasari ce vin si pleaca.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01551016383197950730noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7288493525189994104.post-13352596049515279882012-10-07T20:23:00.002+03:002012-10-07T20:23:38.195+03:00La multi ani!La multi ani, blogulet!<br />
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A trecut un an de cand mi-am gasit un coltisor in lumea bloggerilor, de cand ma cititi si va regasiti printre randurile ce le scriu. Va multumesc ca ati fost alaturi de mine pana acum si sper sa crestem impreuna de acum inainte. La multi, multi ani cu litere din suflet,<br />
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Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01551016383197950730noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7288493525189994104.post-36197011323652756872012-10-02T10:45:00.000+03:002012-10-02T10:45:01.262+03:00The funeral<br />
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<span lang="FR">A mai trecut o
vara peste noi, dar nu ne-a atins la fel. Tu ai ramas acolo, iar eu imi traiesc
zilele in soarele asta rece costumat in toamna. Ma intreb pe unde ti-ai mai
ratacit sufletul, daca mai tii minte ziua in care ne-am intalnit pasii, la
rascruce de anotimpuri. Oricat as incerca sa ma intorc acolo, nu gasesc momentul
in care am fost un singur trup, o singura minte, o singura inima… nici locul.
Poate m-am pierdut cautandu-l, poate ma vei gasi cand voi inceta. Ramas bun, suflete.
Sper sa ma recunosti, sa ma vezi asa cum sunt, cum am fost cand eram ca tine. </span>Cand s-o termina veacul acesta, ridica-ti
privirea si gaseste-mi ochii. Aminteste-ti de trandafirii salbatici cu care ti-am facut coroana. <span lang="FR">Du-te acum. Somn usor, draga
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<span lang="FR">Mi-am fost
straina si inainte… dar am crezut ca ma voi putea recunoaste in primul suflu al
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<span lang="FR">Vedeam venind
spre mine umbra unei persoane, figura unui suflet, conturat in zile de vara
stinse. Avea un chip obosit, sarac in
zambet. Ii vedeam toate stelele ce-i murisera in priviri, asteptand dimineata,
la celalalt capat al lumii. Fantasme purpurii i se ascundeau de irisi, in locul
in care se-necau clipele, atunci cand erau prea grele pentru suflet. Clipea
lent, cu genele lungi de marimea unui vis ce se-atingeau unele de altele, asa
cum se ating aripile unei pasari pamantul, lipsita de puteri. Se uita inspre
mine si simteam ca se apropie, cu pasi grei, de parca ar cara in spatele
ei usor indoit norii unei ploi ce va veni, dar care pentru ea s-au scuturat deja.
M-am oprit brusc, se opri brusc, urmand cateva franturi de timp tacute. Am
facut ochii mari, dar ea ramase la fel de calma. </span>In secunda aceea am realizat ca in tot timpul asta… mergeam spre o
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randurile astea sa se scrie singure, pentru ca mi-e prea greu sa-ti transcriu
zambetele, imbratisarile pe care mi le-ai daruit cand aveam cea mai mare nevoie
de ele. Nu-i nimic special in cuvintele pe care le scriu atunci cand nu poti citi
printre ele nenumaratele zambete si imbratisari, pentru ca eu pot. Am incetat
sa cred in basme, crezand ca mi le pot crea si singura, dar m-am inselat si singurul lucru in care nu mai
credeam… era in mine. Dar tu ai crezut in basme, si ai crezut si in mine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR"> Avem nevoie de oameni care sa creada in basme.
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<span lang="FR"> Mi se faramiteaza
spiritul sub pasii tai,incetul cu incetul, si mi se pierd in adanc cuvintele,precum urma parfumului
trecatorilor, nestiutori, nevinovati. Cu degetele stergi liniile dintre secole,
si-i dai timpului un contur atat de absurd. Intrii, stai, pleci si lasi usa
deschisa,Larg deschisa, intre doua batai de aripi. Nu ti-as cere sa stai, caci
nu pot prinde in lanturi o pasare care zboara printre alte stele. Nu ti-as cere
sa pleci, caci nu te-ai mai intoarce. </span></div>
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<span lang="FR"> Fericirea e o strada cu doua sensuri – unele
suflete urca, altele coboara. Unele suflete sunt dezorientate, merg, in sens contrar, ciocnindu-se din plin, devenind accidente umane de trafic. Insa unele suflete... nu se intalnesc niciodata. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR">Exista adevar in
orice minciuna, dar exista mai multe versiuni ale minciunii. Oricat am incerca
sa ne agatam de una dintre povesti, sa o tinem strans cu dintii nostri de fiare
insetate, cea pe care o inventam zilnic in mintile noastre incapabile de
realitate, stim adevarul. Insa ne e teama sa spunem cu voce tare, ne e teama sa
credem cuvintele pe care trebuie sa le credem, de parca s-ar intoarce impotriva
noastra. Ne ascundem, ne indulcim amarul cu mai mult amar…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR">Strange-mi inima
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ei, intre litere,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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stelele-<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR">Ceea ce-mi sunt
acum trandafirii,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Copilaria ne-a ramas in spate, inchisa
in spatele usii a carei chei o purtam de gat, fara sa stim insa ca e acolo. <span lang="FR">Am inceput sa desprindem « mersul pe valuri
in picioare, mai sprijinindu-ne de un current, de o raza teapana de soare. « <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR"> </span>Am intrat in era intrebarilor fara raspuns, a raspunsurilor ce vin fara
intrebari. Insa nu am lasat tot cand am
inchis usa catre taramul inocentei. Am luat cu noi putina din magia ei, a
copilariei, si am amestecat-o cu praf de stele, pentru a o putea pastra in
buzunare. Unii ni-l presaram pe varful aripilor si zburam… pana ne lovim cu
capul de inaltimea viselor noastre, altii ne-am impiedicat si l-am varsat pe
pamant, fiind captivi in propria libertate. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<span lang="FR">Suntem un popor de visatori, o armata de ganduri strambe, indecise ori de
decizii bune, luate intamplator, masurandu-ne lungimea aripilor in ani
petrecuti sub semnul intrebarii. <o:p></o:p></span></div>Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01551016383197950730noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7288493525189994104.post-77220374154532135502012-05-30T09:11:00.002+03:002012-05-30T09:11:26.540+03:00Lost and found<br />
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cel mai adanc gand, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR">Ca sa te gasesc,
la fel de pierdut,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR">Cum ai fost cand
te-am lasat acolo,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR">Agatat de un
ultim fir de ratiune. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR">M-as rataci in
sangele asta bolnav<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR">Ce-mi umple
corpul cu otrava amintirii tale, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR">Ca sa ma intorc,
apoi, de unde am plecat,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR">Unde poate vei
ajunge si tu. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR">Si totusi, e la
fel de simplu <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Ca aerul pe care-l
respiram, <o:p></o:p></div>
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<span lang="FR">Dar nu poate fi
la fel de usor <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR">Cand ai uitat cum
sa respiri. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR">Cine stie, cum o
sa te aflu, stand singur,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR">La cealalta
margine a timpului. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Ploua cu stropi
de constelatii sparte,<o:p></o:p><br />
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<span lang="FR">Ce mi se scurg
peste tample, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR">Lasandu-mi pe
piele in caderea lor,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR">Un parfum dulce
de stele. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Am iesit cu capul gol,
cu gandul liber,<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span lang="FR">Fara umbrela,
caci nu mi-e teama sa ma ud,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR">Cu stropii de
roua serii ce a apus,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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uda pana in suflet. <o:p></o:p></div>
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merg, alearga<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR">Atat de putini
stiu sa zboare,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR">Iar eu zbor cand
pasii imi sunt aripi,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR">Printe batai fugare de inima si respiratii.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR">Dar sunt om si
inca invat, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR">Cate-un pas de
dans ori <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR">Tipuri noi de
gravitatii : <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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In orice atmosfera a
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Lacrimile vor cadea,<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span lang="FR">Cu aceeasi greutate<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR">De tristeti nemarginite,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR">Iar zambetele isi vor pierde conturul,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR">Raspandindu-se<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR">La fel de usor ca aerul. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR"> oamenii vin si pleaca. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR">Odata cu ei aduc
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<span lang="FR"> pe care ti le imprima <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR"> pe care fata ta il va schita,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR"> pe fiecare lacrima<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR"> ce isi va sapa calea prin obrajii <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR">paliti de
timp. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR">Dar fii liber,
zboara,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR">Zboara unde nu
poti zambi, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR">Unde nu poti
plange,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR">Decat cu
sufletul, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR">Si atunci vei fi
liber. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR"> "I still need you and you still need me. This tug of war can't go on anymore,</span></div>
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<span lang="FR">Lacrimile-ti sunt
apa de ploaie,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR">Atat de simpla,
atat de rece,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR">Maturatoare de cuvinte<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR">La fel de simple,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Ce le-nsir pe-aceasta foaie.</div>
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<span lang="FR">Mergeam pe-acelas
drum<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR"> Cu aceiasi pasi care,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR">Candva simetrici,
sincronizati,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR">S-au pierdut in
nori imensi<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR">De pulbere si
fum. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR">Ne cuibaream sub
petalele florilor,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR">Si ne era mai
bine <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR">Decat ne-a fost
vreodata.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR">Dar sunt doar
povesti<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR">Ce se termina
brusc, ametitor,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR">Si-ncep cu "a fost
odata…"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Sunt atat de copil incat nu stiu sa descurc o ata, care, gasita pe un colt de noptiera, gata sa cada pe podea, se joaca leapsa cu degetele mele si castiga. Mi se incurca, se inoada si parca imi opreste visele din a circula prin vene. Incerc sa imi scot degetele usor, dar descopar ca nodurile sunt prea stranse. Chem ajutor, dar acesta ramane intepenit la marginea prapastiei gandurilor cand vede ce schimbare poate aduce cu sine un singur pas in fata. Asa ca ajutorul se intoarce, nu mai ajunge la degetele mele amortite. Gasesc un cui batut intr-o fasie de lemn, rama unui tablou, si rup ata la un capat si usor,usor se desfasoara din jurul degetelor mele, alunecand pe podea ca o serie de strigate de ajutor innodate ce delimiteaza fasii scurte de fericire.Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01551016383197950730noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7288493525189994104.post-76090015751546740662012-03-29T21:55:00.000+03:002012-03-29T21:55:42.411+03:00Fantoma unui zambet<br />
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<span lang="FR">Suflet ce se plimba la marginea timpului,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR">La ferestrele ce
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Decat am fost
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Caci oamenii simt<o:p></o:p></div>
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Intepaturile
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Ce musca din
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Ca sa ajungem sa ne uitam pe geam<br />
Si de acolo ne alunecam privirile<br />
Pe raze de soare ca pe topogan.<br />
Pe vremea aceea eram copii<br />
Si primaverile infloreau mai tinere.<br />
Oboseam alergand toata ziua dupa fluturi<br />
Si-apoi adormeam ascultand basme<br />
Ce ni le sopteau in taina tablourile<br />
Si peretii prafuiti de luna.<br />
Pe vremea aceea de-abia invatasem<br />
Sa ne legam sireturile si odata cu asta<br />
Zilele de nopti.<br />
Insa acum nu mai alergam dupa fluturi,<br />
Nu mai credem in basme,<br />
Nu ne chinuim sa ne legam sireturile.<br />
Suntem mari si ne-am dorit sa fim mari tot timpul.<br />
Ne-am pierdut copilariile crescand, crezand<br />
Ca iubirile sunt povesti de adormit copii.Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01551016383197950730noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7288493525189994104.post-11287079895823016842012-03-14T10:56:00.001+02:002012-03-14T10:57:19.576+02:00Ultimul strop de ratiune<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijuHQlxNCnLf90PR0g-KF1IdagC6MwDvfjZAgUfpx0BKAgq9NdtehC7v__ZeXyGW8YHbZYeypznHZrbfglts9lyH9Zxom_Bu4IEJvg99bKpOSUdNWHIeoDQ9yGu0UJo8Z9ZXzuq8AOpEo/s1600/tumblr_lpceax6lcB1qzwaddo1_400_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijuHQlxNCnLf90PR0g-KF1IdagC6MwDvfjZAgUfpx0BKAgq9NdtehC7v__ZeXyGW8YHbZYeypznHZrbfglts9lyH9Zxom_Bu4IEJvg99bKpOSUdNWHIeoDQ9yGu0UJo8Z9ZXzuq8AOpEo/s320/tumblr_lpceax6lcB1qzwaddo1_400_large.jpg" width="205" /></a>Am incercat sa-mi desenez aripi<br />
cu tineretea-mi stangace,<br />
dar am reusit doar sa mazgalesc,<br />
zile , saptamani in sir<br />
- un pictor fara creion, fara inspiratie.<br />
Am lasat in urma doar galerii intregi,<br />
tablouri infinit de goale,<br />
rame agatate pe pereti,<br />
panze zgariate de strigatul,<br />
zbuciumul ultimului strop de ratiune.<br />
Si poate, macar o secunda<br />
o sa-si opreasca un trecator privirea<br />
asupra nimicului ce ma inconjoara,<br />
spatiul vid ce m-a cuprins in nefiinta.<br />
<br />Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01551016383197950730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7288493525189994104.post-85268420724642470122012-03-08T20:17:00.001+02:002012-03-08T20:19:18.899+02:00In zborul lor...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Pe cand inflorea timpul in primaveri, eu cautam raza de soare ce avea sa-mi lumineze singuratatile. Dar nu o gaseam, parca eram ascunsa intr-un nor. Vedeam cum se intorc acasa vrabiile, cum inunda cerul cu tremuratul lor nervos si negru. <br />Am crezut ca imi vor aduce macar un strop de fericire, dar de fiecare data cand le privesc isi iau zborul… dispar. Privirea mea le alunga, lasand sa zboare pe cer doar pustietatea infinit de albastra. Cine stie unde se duc cu fericirea mea, unde o vor arunca de pe aripile lor, cine o va prinde si mi-o va aduce inapoiAnnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01551016383197950730noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7288493525189994104.post-32187032093500377582012-02-28T09:16:00.002+02:002012-02-28T19:33:28.417+02:00Moment of insanity<br />
Am spanzurat timpul de pereti<br />
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Inima, gandul, respiratia,<br />
Si golul imens pe care-l umplu cu clipele,<br />
Cu secundele ce mi s-au scurs printre degete,<br />
Ca un zambet daruit din greseala.<br />
Mi-am uitat sufletul pe birou, langa agenda<br />
Si m-am intins pe podeaua rece<br />
Pentru a-mi incalzi lacrimile,<br />
Pentru a privi stelele<br />
Ce mi le mazgalesc umbrele<br />
Pe tavan.<br />
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"Dar iubirile unde se duc cand se duc?"<br />
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Cand clipim.</div>
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Iubirea traieste cat o bataie de inima,</div>
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Apoi fuge nebuna prin venele noastre,</div>
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Ne imbolnaveste, ne idragosteste.</div>
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Iubirea traieste intr-o privire,</div>
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Intr-o atingere de suflete.</div>
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Tot ce urmeaza dupa e doar o fuga</div>
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In care alerg cu ochii inchisi, te caut,</div>
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Caut acea privire, acea atingere de suflete.</div>
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Iubirea traieste intre etaje, la marginea zilelor,</div>
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Intre doua coridoare, in locuri</div>
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In care nu putem ajunge.</div>
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Azi nu primesc zambete<br />
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Sa ma plimb cu mainile in buzunar,</div>
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Sa nu imi pese la fel cum nu-ti pasa nici tie.</div>
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Azi nu mai am nimic,</div>
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Nici nu vreau sa mai am.</div>
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Nu pot sa gasesc fericirea</div>
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In ceea ce imi apartine deja.</div>
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Si caut un motiv sa ma intorc</div>
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La ceea ce numesc viata,</div>
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Dar nu gasesc decat doua, trei monede</div>
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Si bucatele rupte din ceea</div>
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Ce obisnuia sa fie inima mea.</div>
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Azi nu te cunosc, azi nu stiu cine esti,</div>
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La fel cum nici tu nu stiai ieri,</div>
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M-am saturat de atata zapada. Mi-a intrat deja in fiinta, nu ma mai pot bucura de ea. Secundele se par a fulgi de zapada, aproape invizibile, topindu-se in intunericul greu al noptii. Iarna imi ingheta copilaria, imi arata ca pot sa visez, ca sunt inca un copil ce alearga cu gura deschisa prin ninsoare. Acum nu mai e asa, ma tine captiva. Sunt sclavul a ceea ce ieri mi-era fericirea. In lumina slaba a unui felinar vad cum ninge in continuu, sufocant, ca niste artificii aprinse fara motiv. Frigul mi-a impietrit deja sufletul, nu ma mai misca sa vad cum se prabusesc in neant fulgi imensi de gheata. Vreau sa inchid ochii si sa adorm, ca apoi sa-i deschid si sa vad ca iarna a fost doar un vis urat, sa vad strazile si trotuarele asa cum sunt ele, negre, de piatra. As face orice numai sa dispara. As da orice sa vad simt viata in jurul meu, sa vad tremuratul nervos al zborului de randunele, sa aud murmurul pamantului ce se trezeste la viata. Pleaca, iarna! Lasa-ma in pace.Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01551016383197950730noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7288493525189994104.post-78679165332674086682012-02-07T08:42:00.000+02:002012-02-07T08:42:43.292+02:00Echilibru<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Sunt imposibila.<strike> O ciudatenie</strike>. Iubesc doar lucruri pe care nu le pot avea si am setea aceea de imposibil. Mereu am alergat in directia opusa celei in care trebuia sa ma indrept, mereu am sperat lucruri pe care acum le gasesc imposibile. Dar ce-i mai trist, e ca atunci cand nu mai am un scop spre care sa alerg, sfasiind realitatea cu coltii , atunci cand nu mai e lupta, renunt si sunt de-a dreptul scarbita de ce am putut sa imi fac singura. Nu e trist, e amuzant de-a binelea cum ajung atat de aproape de ceea ce imi doream si exact cu un pas inainte nu ma mai incanta, nu mai simt acea febra ce-mi urca si-mi coboara in vene, acea febra ce imi dadea putere. Sincera sa fiu, realitatea nu a fost niciodata un lucru de care sa fiu constienta, astfel sunt cea mai mare visatoare posibila. Asta e un minus, uneori... de cele mai multe ori. Am nevoie de echilibru si nu stiu ce m-as face daca nu ar fi ea acolo sa imi ofere asa ceva.Annahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01551016383197950730noreply@blogger.com6