Frunza copacului

Primavara. Un copac renaste.

Langa el verdeata

Pe care un miel o paste.

Mai incolo zace o para malaiata.

Printre ramurile incretite, indoite,

Cu urme de zapada si colturi albite,

Se zareste un mugur de frunza.

Ma amuza.

Vara. Mugurul a devenit frunza.

A crescut. E mare.

Ma plimb. Caut o scuza

Sa o privesc, e o chemare

Catre necunoscutul familiar.

Toamna. Un gust amar

Imi incearca mintea.

Frunza, nehalita,

S-a intins mai mult ca suratele sale.

O floare se leapada de petale.

Galbena si trufasa, frunza se leaga dulce

In bata vantului. Copacul plange.

El stie ce va urma.

Eu refuz sa stiu continuarea.

Iarna. Copacul zgribulit isi plange copiii.

Indoit de durere, se pleaca la pamant

Si prin vantul rece se aude plansul mut.

Ramurile acoperite cu zapada par pale.

Dau albeata de-o parte. Sunt goale.

Pe jos, sub ramura incretita, indoit,

E frunza mea, albita.

Numai respira. Ciclul ei s-a terminat.

Cu sufletul crapat, ma abat

De la drumul spre casa mea.

Ma intreaba inima, nelinistita :

Oare anotimpul meu va fi tot iarna?

Oare voi fi la fel de linistita?

Lonely hope

She was staring blankly out the window. Her gaze focused now and then on the trees, the buildings, the raindrops on the window. But her gaze was changing.

Her eyes sparkled with happiness and joy, with sadness and sorrow, with maturity and childness. The only constant taste, that never left the dancing and changing sparkles

in her eyes, was hope. Sometimes dirty, muddy, corupted hope, at times pure and wishful, yet hope nevertheless.

She kept wondering what the next day will bring, what the future will be like. She tried hard to think of the present and hope for the future, yet her recent past left deep

scars that still bleeded. It was a rough road that still hadn't ended. She learned a lot of useful lessons that will help her during her lifetime, but at what cost? She learned them by herself,

experienced them in the hardest of times. Not pleasant feelings, those of loneliness, abandonment and fear. She had times when she thought the wounds had healed,

but when she crashed into another wall and felt another brick fall on her, she felt the wounds bleed again, harder and faster with every new blow. What could she do? Just wipe it away and hope it will stop.

As she was pressing her face against the cold hardness of the glass, she felt lonely and misunderstood. Two feelings that have been present constantly for the last year.

She's starting to learn how to deal with them, yet it still surprises her every now and then.

One lesson that she learned was that you can never count on anybody, no matter what and who, it will always end in painful dissapointment. Yet this knowledge seemed to make

her feel less depressed as time passed by. She's learning how to smile again. She's learning that as long as she still has herself, the game goes on, the road doesn't end.

As long as she still has herself, there is still hope.... sometimes dirty, muddy, corupted hope, at times pure and wishful, yet hope nevertheless.

Nebuna visare

Nebuna visare

De ce sa muncesti toata viata

Pentru un viitor banal,

Viitor c-un gust amar,

Doar pentru a obtinea pacea?!

De ce sa faci pe plac lumii,

Sa urmezi fiecare cerinta,

Sa asculti fiecare fiinta,

De ce sa consideri nebunii?!

"Daca viata iti da lamai

Tu fa limonada."

Dar daca eu vreau doar apa?!

Refuz sa urmez nebuni.

Eu insumi sunt nebuna,

Sperand neincetat, cu ardoare,

Sperand la multe. Se pare

Ca sper zi de zi la o viata mai buna.

Sperand zi de zi, tot mai mult,

La visarea transpunsa-n real

- Scapare de prezentul banal-

Glasul meu nu va sta linistit sau tacut.

Snow already, will yah?!

It's so cold outside that your hands and face go numb in just 5 min. Yet, for some odd reason, it's raining. It should snow.

I love snow. It's one of the few simple things that can make me blithefully happy. Whenever It snows I'm like a little kid in a candy store.
Some may think it's stupid to be so happy over such a normal and, to some, annoying thing. Heck, even my friends think I'm mental xD.

But I believe that once you can get happiness and energy from little things in life, then you can really enjoy your achievements.

I like spring and autumn for their colors, summer for the holiday, but it's winter i love. I guess it's because winter makes me feel like
a little kid again, back when life was simple and pink.

I could never get enough of the Christmas spirit and the feeling it gives me. And i could never get bored with snow. It's pure, soft.... it's our
world on a smaller scale : no snowflake resembles another. Never two snowflakes will be the same. Isn't that the same way we are? No two people
will be the same, no matter how similiar they might seem.

Every season has something that brings out the kid in me, not just winter. And I don't want this to ever change. Once you forget about your inner child,
a part of you dies. The best part, the one that lets you get hyped up about the smallest things in life, the one that loves to play, to smile, to laugh, to make
others happy, to have friends, the one that can cry and be angry because the skateboard broke but can easily get over a fight or smile when hard times come.
Yet one should always remember that there's a huge difference between being childish and being immature.


oh well...enough with the random rambling. It's getting to long.

One last thing before i go: remember that nothing is as bad as it seems since there's at least 2 sides to everything. And that after black clouds and thunder storms, always comes a colorful rainbow and the sun
:-) ^.^y

fans unite!!! =]

Mda, nu am mai scris demult. Acum sper sa se uite lumea la postul asta. Nu stiu cate persoane au auzit de Stephen Lynch [cei care nu au auzit, sa il caute pe youtube]. E un tip genial, face stand-up comedy pe muzica [singing-comedian] si as vrea sa ajunga si prin Europa...ok, mai exact, in Romania. Nu stiu cate sanse am, dar sper sa gasesc destui fani pt un concert..sau mai multe :-D si poate reusim sa ii convingem [pe el, pe manager, compania de discuri, dunnow :-?? pe orice il poate aduce :-P]. O sa fac un blog special pt fanii lui din Romania. Stay tunned si lasati mesaj cei kre ati auzit de el, carora va place si ati vrea sa mergeti la un concert. thnx anticipat =]

LEAPSA

BEST

1. Male friend: Filip

2. Female friend: Mirela, Theo, Pissy, ...mai multe persoane. Majoritatea colege de clasa

3. Vacation: turul Europei [eram mik, dar tot a fost grozav! am fost in Disney land Paris!]

4. Age: 16-20-30 ani

5.Memory: toate taberele in care am fost! :X

WORST

1. Time of day: dimineata si cand ajung la scoala...

2. Day of the week: marti si miercuri k am ore multe

3. Food: piftie

4. Memory: clasa a8-a

LAST

1. Person you saw: mama se pune?! k dak nu... pissy si pucca

2. Person you talked to on the phone: Theo

3. Hugged: Feefy

4. Text messaged: Mirela

5: IM: Filip

YESTERDAY

1. What did you do: m-am trezit la 10 [desi trebuia la 7]... am iesit cu dixy afara, m-am pregatit de sc, m-am dus la sc, am dat teza, am fost in pauze cu colegele la o tigara, am fost la 34, m-am dus aksa, am intrat pe net, m-am uitat la h2o [ :X ], am iesit cu dixy afara, m-am uitat la h2o [ :X :)) ], m-am culcat

2. Who were you with: ah lume multa! colegii+ alte persoane din moisil

3. Bad/Good day: relativ nasjpa k am dat teza la engleza, dar dupa a fost ok

4. Lose something: nope

5. Fall out with someone: nope...

TODAY

1. What are you doing now: fac leapsa asta [k m-a batut filip la cap], ascult "no ordinary girl" si dansez pe scaun :))

2. Today in general: am fost la cumparaturi...pt cadouri... am ajuns aksa si am dormit :))

3. Wearing: sosete, papuci, bluza, blugi si casti :))

4. What did you eat for lunch: fornetti k am plekt la 10 de aksa si m-am intors la 1 jumate

5. Better than yesterday: cu siguranta, desi ma doare capul :-/

TOMORROW

1. Is: duminik

2. Got any plans: dau cu aspiratorul si spal pe jos si imi invat la lat[r]ina k luni dau teza! bleah

3. Getting Lucky: huh?! no way! doar trebuie sa fac curat in casa >:P

4. Dislikes about tomorrow: faptul k tre sa fac curat in casa, k trebuie sa invat la latina, k trebuie sa o suport pe mama :))

5. Do you have work: oh da

FAVORITES

1. Number: 3

2. Song: "no ordinary girl"

3. Colour: albastru, rosu, roz

5. State: nope

CURRENTLY

1. With someone: nup

2. Missing someone: da, colegii :))

3. Mood: not in the mood

4. Wanting: vacanta de iarna, carcasa pt telefon, cadouri, si un boboc de la etajul meu :)) >:)

De la: PheePhee.

Se duce: la dracu, k nu mai am cui sa i-o trimit :))

Subiecte

Iarna. Decembrie. Este foarte frig si ploua. Frunze nu mai exista. S-au ingalbenit si au cazut demult. Inca din prima luna de toamna. Ciudat. Un alt semn al bolii de care sufera Terra : incalzirea globala. Totusi lumea refuza sa vada. Mi-as dori sa pot sa orbesc si eu, dar pacatul meu este ca realizez gravitatea situatiei, dar si a faptului ca sunt doar un mormoloc intr-un ocean de pesti. Mic, nesemnificativ si lipsit de orice putere pentru a realize ceva, o schimbare, o actiune, o operatie de redare a vazului celorlalti pesti.
Iarna. Decembrie. In curand vine Mosu’. Ninsori s-au anuntat, in Bucuresti, dar ca de fiecare data parerile sunt impartite. Va fi o iarna usoara, va fi o iarna grea. Ideea comuna : va fi iarna. Poate ultima iarna daca lucururile continua in acest fel. Dar iar ma abat de la principalul subiect si ma indrept catre handicapul major al lumii. …. Mi-ar placea sa ninga. Multa zapada. Albul reprezinta copilarie, inocenta si lipsa de griji. As vrea sa fiu iar un copil. Si intr-un fel chiar sunt. Dar maturitatea omoara, prea mult cunostiinte intineaza iar realitatea imbolnaveste sufletul si mintea. Dar iarna totul se schimba. Vantul dezlipeste lucrurile ce te apasa pe suflet si te impiedica sa zambesti, ploaia le spala iar ninoarea iti ofera un nou inceput, o noua sansa de a lua lucrurile de la capat, de a le indrepta. Dar ce o sa se intample cand iarna nu va mai fi? Cand nu vor exista decat vara si toamna? Caldura sufocanta si ploaie distrugatoare? Oare voi fi una din persoanele care le va povesti nepotilor ei ca odinioara au fost patru anotimpuri? Ca trei luni puteai sa vezi cum inmuguresc copacii, infloresc florile si aveai timp sa auzi cum creste iarba? Sau ca odata, candva, din cer cadeau flori minuscule de gheata ce se adaposteau la fereastra si se culcau pe jos si peste… tot si creau o patura moale? Si ca acele flori se numeau fulgi iar patura - omat, zapada? Si ca sublimul moment, fenomen, se numea ninsoare? Nu. Nu vreau sa fiu. Refuz sa fiu. In incercarea mea disperata de a onchide ochii am realizat ca nu pot face altceva decat sa incerc sa le redau celorlalti vazul. Poate ca de data asta eu sunt cea sanatoasa si restul cei bolnavi. Orbirea este o boala grea, un handicap major. Oare eu sunt singura care realizeaza acest lucru?
Si uite asa, din vorba in vorba, am realizat ca pixul si mana mea aveau un plan bine pus la punct. Subiectul adevarat este cel pe care eu il credeam second. Nici nu mai stiu care vroiam sa fie primul subiect. Dar stiu ca le multumesc si le apreciez complotul. O alta incercare de a orbi, dar nu reusesc decat sa vad mai mult, mai apasat, mai grav.