A classic ending

"Once upon a time.."
It guided me towards you,
Something about it made me shiver,
So old school,and yet you made it feel so new;
A song about a nameless town,the song about a nameless river,
Ladybugs and fireflies playing down my back,
Harp of gold,in your breath-all I can remember.
You came without a warning,such a wonderful attack,
Note by note,the spell,the touch and the mesmerizing smell of amber...
"She got lost on the way..."
Dazzled me a moment,two,words got trapped under your fingers,
Like peanut butter or maybe glue,
I could no longer pull the trigger.
Fire starters,wheel creators,
Fairy smoke and scented candles,
Lumps of sugar,dust of future,careless mermaids,broken handles
-All in one and one for all.-
Oh,you made it feel like magic,ringed the bell twice and it snapped,
Broke the tune,missmatched the Joker,
Queen of hearts now lies there trapped.
"1000 years of sleep for the entire kingdome"
-Where's the land of endless summer?you described it oh,so well...
Stole my map,broke the compass,then I guess this means fare well.
Goodbye to the delicious apples,with cores of poison and of lust,
Goodbye to evil dwarfs and wolves,in them I no longer trust;
I'll clap my hands and kick my heels,
It's time to sleep,no time to wait,
The perfect storm is yet to come,-the clock's hand is just the hand of fate,
And it's ticking,ticking ticking,fast and slow,fast and slow,
Guiding you through the last,the last steps of the tango...
"The end..."

No old dilema for me anymore

nu incredinta libertatea ta latului din jurul degetului,nu incredinta fierbinteala ce te-a cuprins spre a fi tratata de Doktor Schnabel din Roma.mai bine dormi,lipeste-ti pleoapele la loc,acolo esti in siguranta,si chiar si cosmarul ce te urmareste,e doar un purice inofensiv,strivit de greutatea somnului,in niciun caz licuriciul carnivor ce'ti pare.

don't give yourself away for the certainty of now,but rather sell your soul for the uncertain,yet remarkable,remember-worthy future.don't put your hopes onto a circle of metal,it's heavy,it won't float for it's real meaning is a hole,and not it's shape.infinity of emptiness,in the golden arms of a wrinkled Hera,still waiting for Zeus to stop fooling around.I no longer trust sugar coated words,nor gestures,a wise man never accepts something as a fact without cheking.so until I mesure my pulse,there's no such thing as trust.For noone trusts my judgements,and noone choses to check them,noone believes me.Not even myself

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I'm just standing in front of a blank page,waiting for it to fill itself with thoughts on its own,just like a judge waiting for the jurry's decision that sais he can now think on his own.damn incoherence!...It's like I'm waiting for those responsible of the unsolvable crime to put the hang around their neck by their own will,waiting for the medicine to just jump down my throat,driven by a supernatural force within its chalky center...But no reaction can exist without action,at least that's the small amount of physics knowledge I posess,and yet I find myself incapable of moving the square wheels that bring reason to my thoughts in the direction I want them to move,in fact,I can't seem to make them move at all.I'm stuck just like toffee to the decayed teeth I consider to be reality.I despise the simple dust,lacking fears and hopes,drowning in blissful contemptness,as well as I damn the all knowing gods that feed on the mice's,small,yet impossible dreams,for they crush under their marble feet the skulls of their unknown victims,martirs without names...
The only advantage I can find deeply hidden within hatred is the power it gives your imagination over the object of your hatred,the relieving power of imaginary destruction.Therefor I would most likely enjoy hating you,yet I find this hard to accomplish,for you are no object,but the mere result of my imagination as well.Or just another piece of toffee being chewed by reality

Smile Lykke You Mean it

Don't you let me go,let me go,tonight..suna refrenul cantat de dulceaga voce a soon-to-be-sweedish-pop-star lykke.atate de placut e contrastul intre vocea ei de copila si versurile care dezvaluie o usoara disperare,o rapida si fortata maturizare,incat raman fermecata de fiecare data,fredonand cele 6 cuvinte fara a mai realiza de la un moment dat.Piesa nu este o capodopera,Lykke e departe de a transmite vreun mesaj filozofic sau de importanta majora pentru lume prin cantecele sale.Poate tocmai asta o face atat de placuta auzului pe micuta blonda,usurinta cu care ii asculti vocea si versurile.Poate tocmai datorita usurintei cu care isi face perceput mesajul prin aceasta piesa,nu creeaza melancolie ci doar dependenta asemanatoare ciocolatei.Mmm,cu toate acestea eu refuz sa ma agat de tivul cantecului,sa tin cu dintii de ceva trecut,sau de ceva ce a fost privat de sansa unui inceput.Ma intreb cine ar fi destul de fraier sa o lase pe frumoasa suedeza sa se roage de el sa nu plece.Cine ar vrea sa plece?Sau de ce?Si unde?Daca nu era bine,de ce fata te roaga cu disperare sa mai ramai?:)I think that I'm a little bit...Sincer,this blog entry e doar o insiruire de ganduri,la fel de tourettiene precum videoclipul acestui cantec.I think that I'm a little bit in love with you,but only if you're a little bit in love with me.Well,that's niice.Ironic.And sarcastic.Pe genul nu te pot iubi decat daca ma iubesti si tu.In acelasi timp e si foarte adevarat,sau cel putin foarte valabil in cazul meu.Nu te pot iubi,desi as vrea sa incerc.

Trece in C.V.

Daca poti fii omul care ma face sa visez cand imi desclesteaza delicat genele in zori cu o cana de amarui cafea cu brun zaharat,daca ma poti incita cu constanta pulsului definit de orarul luni-desene animate si joc de mima,marti jazzul pasilor straini,miercuri flirt ocult cu parfum de ceai,joi indienii underground,vineri teatru fara masti,sambata electrozi pe privire,iar duminica balsam din buze tartinat pe cel mai mare organ al citadelei de pe perna de langa tine,daca poti sa pictezi chipul meu din picaturile de ploaie,sa ma resuscitezi cand am nevoie de o gura de inspiratie si poate sa ma ierti cand copilul felina de langa tine fuge pe acoperisuri nocturne.Daca iti sunt zilnic materie prima a impalpabilului,si ne jucam de-a Ulise si Calipso cand Itaca ta sunt chiar eu.Daca te pierzi pe talazurile privirii mele si sa te farmec definitiv,suna frumos precum cantul sirenelor,dar tu nu ai mai vrea sa pleci,pentru ca dincolo de marginile lumii create de noi ar fi doar abis.Si nicio Penelopa din trecut,oricat de maiestrit ti-ar fi tors mintea pe degete,sa nu mai fie decat statuie fara chip.Daca poti fi acestea si in plus,facandu-ma pe mine sa fiu tot ce am spus,atunci trezeste-ma.

carte de colorat pentru generatia pop.art

ai conturul tremurat de la prea multe exagerari,ai depasit marginile cu creioanele tale supra saturate,un desen stangaci realizat,a carei maretie consta in hartia pe care e facut,a carui zbor de avion stilizat se va opri in soare.incerci sa pari un ceva,sa parezi,sa umpli,acoperi,masluiesti discrepanta dintre ce esti si cine ai vrea sa devii.om al strazii,singuratic,renegat,betiv sarmant ce saruta mana doamnelor tinere de a2a generatie,vrajesti cu gesturi ample menite sa'ti pastreze echilibrul de actor grabit pe sfoara din cupola circului si painii.esti in aer,levitezi,precum un abur incandescent de alcool si prafuri

where do all the left socks go to?

ce faci cu ura?si frica?suferinta,temerile?unde se aduna ispitele,pacatele,cosmarurile?si lacrimile,agonia,desertaciunea?unde le versi,unde le abandonezi,unde le inchizi,sau unde le reunesti?si daca ulciorul crapat nu merge de multe ori la apa,ce creste din picaturile pe care le'ai semanat pe marginea drumului,fara stiinta?
Citesti Biblia pentru un raspuns?Coranul,Tora?sau intrebarile astea le strangi in evanghelia lui Iuda,si apoi le arzi?
nu te intereseaza,nu stii si nu vrei sa afli,nu auzi pentru ca esti orb,si nu vezi pentru ca ti'ai amputat tactilul?si mergi mai departe.
nimic nu se pierde si totul se transforma.ADOR fraza asta!inseamna ca nici eu nu ma pot pierde.(sunt singurel,bing bang...)dar intre ura si adorare diferenta e atat de subtila incat adesea cele doua se confunda fara ca noi sa observam.Ura...chiar ea.ea in ce se transforma?daca nu se pierde...iar viata se transforma in moarte,dar moartea?nu esti buddhist,crezi cu putere in a nu crede in nimic...si de nimic ce se alege cand totul se transforma?nimic?