tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68051695111155554372011-08-02T03:27:32.222+03:00Dreams are what makes us human, or is one of the things that makes us human...what I will write here may be just dreams, or small fragments of my meditations. Care e testamentul unui vis? Speranta.Falling Rainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10906235436437731122noreply@blogger.comBlogger211100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805169511115555437.post-3273195503341311182009-12-17T21:28:00.002+02:002009-12-17T21:38:55.971+02:00the poet's pen is wasted among crippled words.<br /><div style="text-align: center;">breathe in...<br /></div>hahahah!the ink is my blood and my blood is ink among the desert papers.it's thirsty.demands water.<br /><div style="text-align: center;">breathe out...<br /></div>i'm not cold.i have my -wings- to keep me warm for now.does a dream have a testament? hahahaha! i bet it does not. i think it ceases to exist from the moment it ends.nothing left but butterfly wings dust. fiction.<br /><div style="text-align: center;">breathe in...<br /></div>is that a heart in the desert? it must be a miraje. i need some water.oh muses touch my aking hand!come closer so i can pierce you with my pen! damned pixies.<br /><div style="text-align: center;">breathe out...<br /></div> i think i broke my desert.just have to make a new one. where's my feathers? where are the nomads? where are you? come night! i am weary! you are.my comforting balm.<br />breathe no more.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805169511115555437-327319550334131118?l=testament-of-a-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Falling Rainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10906235436437731122noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805169511115555437.post-2718978504297763502009-09-30T12:56:00.002+03:002009-09-30T13:02:35.358+03:00E o furtuna ce are ca suflet nimicul.E o furtuna ce se hraneste cu totul.Orice gand e atras inlauntru unde se transforma in nimic si mareste furtuna.Trecut, prezent, viitor...totul e nimic si nimicul e tot ceea ce exista.Culorile se transforma pe rand in obiecte apoi in cuvinte apoi in nimic.Nimic nu scapa...fiecare culoare dansand fanatic cu sunete...o imbinare perfecta intre sexe.Totul se reduce la nimicul din care se naste .Nimicul nu se naste si nici nu e real.Nimic nu e real, dar in schimb il poti vedea.Iluzia proprie a unui gol nascator de lumi, de culori si de persoane.Aici nu intra nici lumina nici aer caci el face parte din smoala ce imbina totul.sau nimicul.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805169511115555437-271897850429776350?l=testament-of-a-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Falling Rainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10906235436437731122noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805169511115555437.post-7820160235993018042009-05-31T23:39:00.001+03:002009-05-31T23:40:23.590+03:00<div style="text-align: center;">persoanele pe care le ranim cel mai mult sunt persoanele pe care le iubim<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805169511115555437-782016023599301804?l=testament-of-a-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Falling Rainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10906235436437731122noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805169511115555437.post-25357558331220176352009-04-29T23:11:00.001+03:002009-04-29T23:12:50.222+03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zgDKHG4K7g0">If I had to lose a mile<br />If I had to touch feeling<br />I would lose my soul<br />The way I do.</a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805169511115555437-2535755833122017635?l=testament-of-a-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Falling Rainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10906235436437731122noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805169511115555437.post-4667827688339437412009-04-29T23:09:00.003+03:002009-04-29T23:11:05.315+03:00<div style="text-align: center;">Scrierea e subiectiva, chiar daca o vrem obiectiva.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Interpretare?<br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Unii ar spune ca vorbesc despre un camp impanzit de flori, cand eu vorbesc doar despre nisipul fin din sange.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805169511115555437-466782768833943741?l=testament-of-a-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Falling Rainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10906235436437731122noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805169511115555437.post-20822895961478918992009-04-29T22:57:00.003+03:002009-04-29T23:08:51.704+03:00<div style="text-align: center;">I don't need your hand.I can fly all by my self.I'm a grown bird now?And whether i go straight into a black hole, i prefer not taking you with me.The fading light shows me the way.<br /></div> Am mai privit luna si inainte.Pe atunci ii admiram frumusetea pura.Acum parca ii vad lacrimile imprastiate pe tot cerul.Mici lacrimi izolate in nimicul ce ma desparte pe mine de ea.Desi lacrimile acelea ar putea fi doar stele.<br /> Luna ar plange pentru ca tot ceea ce era odata important pentru ea a decazut.Ca si cum propriul sau copil ar fi fost torturat in fata propriilor ei ochi neputinciosi.<br /> Exagerez?Nu prea cred.Uitati-va in interiorul vostru!Ce vedeti acolo?Poate doar ceea ce vreti sa vedeti, si nu ceea ce este.<br /> Luna e acoperita acum de un nor.A aparut brusc.Ciudat, sau simbolic, acest nor are forma unei inimi.Dar nu o inima stilizata si placuta la infatisare ci una sangeranda...doar sa dea un fundal lacrimilor.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805169511115555437-2082289596147891899?l=testament-of-a-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Falling Rainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10906235436437731122noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805169511115555437.post-30190151842760285652009-04-25T15:11:00.000+03:002009-04-25T15:12:00.883+03:00what can you do when even oblivion mocks you?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805169511115555437-3019015184276028565?l=testament-of-a-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Falling Rainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10906235436437731122noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805169511115555437.post-26324684295290107422009-04-15T19:26:00.003+03:002009-04-15T19:33:02.799+03:00<div style="text-align: center;">Smiling rainclouds above my heart.halo of life.truly special clouds<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">.rain.rain.rain.A.rain.rain.rain.<br />i wish----space time space-time.rain again.maybe a rain-dance?raindear...and the dog's name was happy.nonetheless rain rain rain.wings fly clapping.feathers pillows,willows.trees of supreme....?butterflies and a glass of voices.cocktail of resurection.rebirth of fallen wings.feathers upon the winds...to the east...violins singing.gaze upon the sky, upon the moon and stars.<br />rain rain rain rain rain rain rain rain<br />raindrop.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805169511115555437-2632468429529010742?l=testament-of-a-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Falling Rainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10906235436437731122noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805169511115555437.post-62050179131493047572009-04-11T18:55:00.003+03:002009-04-11T18:59:47.566+03:00<div style="text-align: center;">Ploua afara, e atat de frumos.picurii cad atat de gentil pe tarana, zgandarind cenusa...e superb afara.ascultand si o piesa ma simt mult mai bine<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">ploua<br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pUOdoTa4crc&amp;feature=related">.</a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805169511115555437-6205017913149304757?l=testament-of-a-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Falling Rainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10906235436437731122noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805169511115555437.post-5502774127717933692009-04-07T21:31:00.001+03:002009-04-07T22:23:01.269+03:00<span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >O leapsa foarte interesanta :D<br />1.Put your music player on shuffle.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >2.Press forward for each question.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >3.Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesn’t make sense. NO CHEATING!<br />4.Bold the questions and with the answers, give your own comments on how it relates to the questions.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >5.Tag 5 people</span><br /><br />1.Cum te simti azi?<br />cu umerii goi<br />by anda calugareanu<br /><br />2.Vei ajunge departe in viata?<br />Lasa-mi Toamna Pomii Verzi<br /> Margareta Paslaru<br /><br />3.Cum te vad prietenii tai?<br />poem cu umeri goi<br />by tatiana stepa<br /><br />4.Te vei casatori vreodata?<br />O viata de izbanda comunista<br />by Sa nu uitati ce-a fost!<br /><br />5.Care e tema preferata a celui mai bun prieten?<br />foaie verde de susai<br />by fanica luca<br /><br />6.Care e povestea vietii tale?<br />canta cucul jos in lunca<br />by ileana sararoiu<br /><br />7.Cum este/era in liceu?<br />Floyd The Barber<br />by Nirvana<br /><br />8.Cum poti avansa in viata?<br />I'm your man by Leonard Cohen<br />by<br /><br />9.Care e cel mai fain lucru la prietenii tai?<br />Dimension7<br />by Nirvana<br /><br />10.Ce se preconizeaza pentru weekend?<br />la viflaim colo-n jos<br />by paula seling<br /><br />11.Ce cantec te descrie cel mai bine?<br />Sa fim copii<br />by Mihaela Runceanu<br /><br />12.Dar pe bunicii tai?<br />Dumb<br />by Nirvana<br /><br />13.Cum iti merge in viata?<br />Partid al inimilor noastre<br />by Sa nu uitati ce-a fost!<br /><br />14.Ce melodie iti va canta la inmormantare?<br />idila sub clar de luna<br />by gil dobrica<br /><br />15.Cum te vede restul lumii?<br />Moara<br />by Semnal M<br /><br />16.Vei avea o viata fericita?<br />Polly<br />by Nirvana<br /><br />17.ce cred prietenii cu adevarat despre tine?<br />Daca omul poate fi<br />by Mihaela Runceanu<br /><br />18.Sunt persoane care te doresc in secret?<br />Hristos a inviat<br />by tatiana stepa<br /><br />19.Cum sa ma fericesc singur/a?<br />Vremuri<br />by Phoenix<br /><br />20.Ce ar trebui sa faci cu viata ta?<br />nici o lacrima<br />by Dan Spataru<br /><br />leapsa a fost primita de la: http://esafoduluneiidei.blogspot.com<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805169511115555437-550277412771793369?l=testament-of-a-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Falling Rainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10906235436437731122noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805169511115555437.post-52683816717166880042009-04-06T21:15:00.001+03:002009-04-06T21:17:13.598+03:00La auzul propriei mame bolnave ti se sfasie sufletul...<br /><div style="text-align: center;">-"mersi ca m-ai sunat."<br /><div style="text-align: right;">si m-am simtit mai bine.<br /><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805169511115555437-5268381671716688004?l=testament-of-a-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Falling Rainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10906235436437731122noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805169511115555437.post-34762582767618571392009-04-06T17:31:00.003+03:002009-04-06T17:51:29.916+03:00Prieteni, prietenie, concepte absurde in lumea actuala.Idei exagerate prin care ne oferim speranta.Intradevar speranta e importanta, dar pana unde poate merge?Visul si speranta...oare sunt tot una?puritatea si murdarul.concepte...momente trecatoare arse prin simplul fapt al studierii lor la suprafata.Doar o privire mai critica e de ajuns pentru a trece peste invelisul zemos al "prieteniei". Ma amuza conceptul asta.<br /> Un prieten, doi prieteni...zece prieteni...zece straini subiectivi, zece fiinte zambitoare, cu bratele deschise ce par a fi pregatite mereu sa te ajute cu tot ce pot si tot ce tine de ei...asta pana apare clipa mult asteptata si te uiti la ei zambind...zambind ironic, dar poate fericit caci atunci ti se spulbera iluzia, speranta, lacrima.<br /> Hai sa fim cu totii prieteni, sa ne tinem mana de mana si sa realizam o lume "perfecta" in care suntem manati doar de iluziile proprii si de propriul ego.Sa ne lasam dusi de valul prieteniei avand colacul prieteniei la gat.Sa ignoram abisul de sub noi si sa pasim cu incredere intr-o lume mai buna.sau mai rea.sau sa ramanem tot asa caci e bine si asa, nu?<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jup5G0meTm4&amp;feature=related">Friendship is really fun.</a>heh heh heh<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805169511115555437-3476258276761857139?l=testament-of-a-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Falling Rainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10906235436437731122noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805169511115555437.post-48676017717384804062009-04-05T23:06:00.003+03:002009-04-05T23:21:48.267+03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhjOrRRH6rk/SdkQ3fUSPFI/AAAAAAAAACY/MA7gjmfFAAw/s1600-h/let+me+sleep.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 373px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhjOrRRH6rk/SdkQ3fUSPFI/AAAAAAAAACY/MA7gjmfFAAw/s400/let+me+sleep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321302980200381522" border="0" /></a><br />Just let me sleep.just-justice-junk.do not disturb thy soul,thy heart in thy chest of memories.do not disturb the dust falling in circles around thy...aura of magnetism and rejoice in silent laughter and sigh for a better world...a world in which all insects can fly without being caught and killed in giant traps and labs of perpetual sappyness. i sigh for you all,and wish you a very happy life, full of...opportunities and of what? just let me sleep.sigh<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805169511115555437-4867601771738480406?l=testament-of-a-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Falling Rainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10906235436437731122noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805169511115555437.post-13656746077352007022009-04-03T00:47:00.001+03:002009-04-03T17:31:29.239+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhjOrRRH6rk/SdUhctUbAuI/AAAAAAAAABo/kqve2JED4ns/s1600-h/intreg.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhjOrRRH6rk/SdUhctUbAuI/AAAAAAAAABo/kqve2JED4ns/s200/intreg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320195311893414626" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> E ziua <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">a</span> treia a lu<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">n</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">i</span></span>i.Zi intr-adevar magica.E ziua in care zambetul adevarat<span style="font-style: italic;"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">s</span></span>-a nascut....zi in care restul lumii a trecut in uitare.Zi in care am desc<span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">o</span>perit c<span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">a</span> pot zbu<span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">ra</span>.<br /></div> O prima imbra<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">t</span>isar<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">e</span>, o pr<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">i</span>ma sar<span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">u</span>tare.adevarate.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"> Doua <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">b</span>atai d<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">e</span> inimi accelerand <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">s</span>pre <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">c</span>osmos... in lumina ochilor nostri.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Acea clipa ramane eterna.la fel ca multe altele...<br />Sentimentele pure raman eterne<br />La multi ani noua!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />Sa nu mai pleci...<br />nu mai plec.<br /><div style="text-align: center;">FATE<br /></div></div><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zmEcM9zzHq0</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805169511115555437-1365674607735200702?l=testament-of-a-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Falling Rainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10906235436437731122noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805169511115555437.post-14879270847622983352009-04-03T00:44:00.001+03:002009-04-03T00:46:15.460+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhjOrRRH6rk/SdUxyP761YI/AAAAAAAAACA/Iif0R9x5bY0/s1600-h/moments+until....jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhjOrRRH6rk/SdUxyP761YI/AAAAAAAAACA/Iif0R9x5bY0/s320/moments+until....jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320213274149180802" border="0" /></a><br />"sunt in locul unde ar trebuii sa fiu."<br /><br />"Soarele ma mangaie pe fata si eu totusi sunt pe o sanie"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805169511115555437-1487927084762298335?l=testament-of-a-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Falling Rainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10906235436437731122noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805169511115555437.post-33012996082543849102009-04-02T23:06:00.002+03:002009-04-02T23:29:38.041+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhjOrRRH6rk/SdUeunmUCNI/AAAAAAAAABg/h5sC1kfWZbY/s1600-h/silent+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhjOrRRH6rk/SdUeunmUCNI/AAAAAAAAABg/h5sC1kfWZbY/s320/silent+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320192321060604114" border="0" /></a><br /> Ochii il ardeau de timp.<br /> Statea in camera lui intins pe spate pe canapea.Cu o ora inainte isi propuse sa doarma.Acum nu s-a ales decat cu o minte incarcata si cu o usturime in ochi ce nu il lasa nici sa clipeasca.<br /> Stand asa, nu-l mai deranja nici ca ii era cald, nici ca ii era foame sau sete...nu-i mai pasa de nimic si vroia sa se stinga intre cei patru pereti din jurul sau.<br /> Intr-un fel, vroia sa planga...doar pentru pacea de dupa.<br />.....il cuprinse un vartej launtric.Parca cineva incerca sa-i sparga, cu pumnii goi, pieptul de dinauntru...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805169511115555437-3301299608254384910?l=testament-of-a-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Falling Rainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10906235436437731122noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805169511115555437.post-60106671106670747472009-03-20T22:25:00.003+02:002009-03-20T22:31:18.025+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhjOrRRH6rk/ScP8Cc9gdmI/AAAAAAAAABY/Fmloj-7WDBc/s1600-h/Imag091.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhjOrRRH6rk/ScP8Cc9gdmI/AAAAAAAAABY/Fmloj-7WDBc/s320/Imag091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315369104291427938" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhjOrRRH6rk/ScP78Be_fkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/1709lzIQWO4/s1600-h/Imag088.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhjOrRRH6rk/ScP78Be_fkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/1709lzIQWO4/s320/Imag088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315368993836465730" border="0" /></a><br />nonetheless</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805169511115555437-6010667110667074747?l=testament-of-a-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Falling Rainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10906235436437731122noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805169511115555437.post-14627493909975817612009-03-20T21:59:00.004+02:002009-03-20T22:22:46.568+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"> Tacerea e apasatoare doar atunci cand te chinui sa o asculti.Poate de asta ma simt greu...ascult prea mult si ascultand, nu mai pot vorbi.<br /> <br /><br />Scrisul e o reflectie a celui ce scrie.Adevarata oglinda a sufletului sau.E ca si cum te-ai uita prin apa, la apa.Dar asa nu vezi adevarata apa, vezi totusi ceva distorsionat.Distorsionat chiar de apa?<br /> <br /><div style="text-align: center;">Concepte.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805169511115555437-1462749390997581761?l=testament-of-a-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Falling Rainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10906235436437731122noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805169511115555437.post-76408653285045747652009-02-28T21:45:00.003+02:002009-02-28T21:59:32.920+02:00O zi interesanta, ca sa spun asa... Inceputul a fost bun, chiar si continuarea a fost buna, dar intre timp s-au intamplat multe.Persoanele de pe strada mi s-au parut din nou triste si invinse, cu capul lor etern plecat, cu privirea lipita de pamant, cu spatele incovoiat cu fetele prinse intr-un inchis ciclu al imobilitatii...(e uimitor cum se uita la pamant...aproape s-ar ruga lui sa-i consoleze;fiind prinsi in singura lor speranta ei nici nu mai observa altceva;o privire mai rugatoare decat...pur si simplu ei devin pamant)Parca totul s-a terminat pentru ei si nu mai au alta speranta decat o sansa ca pamantul sa-i inghita...<br />Nu poti nici macar indrazni sa-i faci sa se uite la tine si sa le spui:-Omule, trezeste-te!-de frica ca nu cumva sa pari un nebun, sau sa risti cel putin o injuratura.<br />Pacat, suntem ceea ce suntem, si ne e frica sa ne ridicam, desi nu ar trebui. E dreptul nostru, nu?<br />Nu e asa de important ce mi s-a intamplat mie...e pur subiectiv.Va cer doar sa mergeti pe strada si sa va uitati la lume cum trece, uitati-va in ochii lor goi si incercati sa-i treziti, sau cel putin sa-i faceti sa zambeasca.Nu va costa nimic, ba poate chiar castigati un prieten.<br />Sa ne trezim! Imnul nostru cred ca il stim cu totii, pacat ca ii stim doar cuvintele, si nu intelesul.Pacat..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805169511115555437-7640865328504574765?l=testament-of-a-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Falling Rainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10906235436437731122noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805169511115555437.post-44333611838330157182009-02-27T14:35:00.001+02:002009-02-27T14:37:24.011+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhjOrRRH6rk/SafeI7L4_JI/AAAAAAAAABA/44DSHysvXmY/s1600-h/Image037.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lhjOrRRH6rk/SafeI7L4_JI/AAAAAAAAABA/44DSHysvXmY/s400/Image037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307454930787302546" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Fructul e gata pentru a fi cules...</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805169511115555437-4433361183833015718?l=testament-of-a-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Falling Rainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10906235436437731122noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805169511115555437.post-39200626653893013592009-02-26T20:40:00.002+02:002009-02-26T21:42:17.610+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhjOrRRH6rk/Sabk7c7FdQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pNYl9yZZjGE/s1600-h/Imag135.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhjOrRRH6rk/Sabk7c7FdQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pNYl9yZZjGE/s320/Imag135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307180920930137346" border="0" /></a><br /> A trebuit sa incep un nou blog, dintr-o anumita cauza...pacat, dar voi incerca sa-l fac pe acesta mai bun.Sper sa tina mai mult, mult mai mult.<br /> Acesta ar fi un nou inceput, si nu pot sa nu pun tot acea poza, deoarece pentru mine simbolizeaza unul din momentele in care m-am trezit cate putin, deci as putea spune ca am inceput din nou.<br /> Eu sunt tot aici si tot acum, la fel cum sunteti si voi cand veti citi.Ma gandeam foarte serios sa scriu blogul asta in engleza, dar totusi putinul simt patriotic care mai ramane in mine, si care poate e in crestere, ma impiedica si ma face sa scriu tot in romana...totusi nu ma voi putea abtine sa nu apelez si la limba engleza din cand in cand.(but then again, who knows?)<br /> Voi scrie aici si tentativele mele de a crea arta cu pana de scris in mana, sau cel putin eu o consider pana.Va rog doar sa nu folositi ce am scris eu fara acordul meu(totusi imi place sa cred ca mai exista bun simt in lume...-ce pot sa spun, speranta moare ultima, nu?).<br /> Pai cam atat pentru noul inceput, sa trecem la "umplutura"....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6805169511115555437-3920062665389301359?l=testament-of-a-dream.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Falling Rainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10906235436437731122noreply@blogger.com