Thank you for reading my post

you either laugh or cry, not even you're not sure

you want to see, to sleep, to hope... you dream.

you wait to leave, but come aside

to sing, to dance and fly up to the sky,

next to the snow that's hidding in the night. 

it just appears and then it dissapears,

throug clouds and reddish beams

sent from the sun that's beeing swalowed

by the water and  the earth that's crushed by our does.

only the scream persists around my whisper 

and maibe just a little crime that's hidding our lifes indifference.

the earth's not breathing, nor does it speak again.

it leaves us in the dark, not carring

that we consume it, nor let it leave no more. 

Asa ca, ma ajutati cu un titlu?

Multumesc!

ba plangi, ba razi, nici tu nu stii ce faci, ce vrei

sa vezi, sa dormi, sa speri... visezi.

astepti sa pleci, dar vii deoparte

si canti, dansezi, migrezi prin spatiile albastre,

pe langa limbile de nea ce se ascund in noapte.

incet apare si dispare, prin nori, razele rosii 

de soare inghitit de ape si sol dezintegrat de fapte.

doar strigatul persista printre soapte

si crima ce ascunde nepasarea vietii.

pamantul inceteaza sa respire, sa vorbeasca,

ne lasa-n bezna, lui nu-i mai pasa

ca noi il nimicim si nu vrem sa traiasca.

I am dissapointed by the fact that the vampires have no teeth, but venom insted (what are they, reptiles?). 

Anyway, the movie has no comparisson to the book, if you enjoyed the movie you will love the book, so read it, you won't let it out of your hands once you began reading it. 

the ray of hope becomes a drop of rain. the storm is making itself heard, the thunders, the lightings, the clouds all get toghether in their orchestra of sounds and colors. the silence is no longer present, my hart beat is no longer heard, my soul is no longer safe.

a nightmare, but...is it just a dream? get up! start walking! find a way to realize whether or not you are still alive.

my eyes begging to open, only to discover a blanket near the door, a scratch behind the window, a shattered glass spred on the floor. the cold is present, it made its claims, my body yearning for your arms, my mind wishes for your voice, excruciating pain until we are alone.

I need supportiveness. You need… I haven’t learned what you need, not yet anyway. Unfortunately the problem is that I don’t know if I what to stay long enough to learn that, not now anyway.

I don’t know if I trust you, or love you, or even hate you. This is my problem. I don’t know anything anymore.

I wish I knew whether or not we are meant to be together, or… do I?

I need, I want, I wish – it is not all about me, it should be about us, but lately it isn’t. I’m tired of thinking about us and not feeling you do the same. I want to fell that you know what you want, how to get it and most importantly, how to keep it – how to keep me.

Can you keep me? You had......

Pleoapele se prabusesc cu un efort supraomenesc, doar pentru ca in secunda urmatoare sa se redeschida si sa lase inauntru o raza uitata de luna.

O melodie nedefinita isi croieste drum spre mintea mea, aducand cu sine in suflet fiorul primei atingeri a buzelor noastre.

Pleoapele par transparente... creaza iluzia unei fantasme ce pluteste spre tavanul crapat al vietii la care suntem condamnati... dulcea sentinta a zilelor ce vor veni, a clipelor ce au trecut, toate trezind dorinta unei condamnari infinite.

Desi inchisi... prin fata ochilor se perinda strazile si copacii ce le strajuiesc, in amintirea primaverii ce se lasa asteptata; doar asa... cu......

After we find that out... how can we assure the love, how can we keep it alive for years to be?

I know - we can't. You either feel it or you don't.

After three years and a half i wonder myself if i love the one i'm supposedly getting married to next year. I'm also wondering why, or how did i end up questioning my own and his feelings. Part of the answer to these wonderings is the implication of our familyes - you could find better, she/he is not for you, we don't like her/him.

I wish all of this would stop, we would live for maximum 30 years, 25 in my case would be perfect, and than die, young and beautiful, detaching ourselves from this shity thing called life.

Every person has his idea about beauty, about the way the perfect one should look. When it comes to guis it's a little easier - the girl must have either long legs, a specific colour of hair - preferably blond, or big "brains" ... but when it comes to girls...this are a little more difficult.

Any way, i noticed that beautiful people - girls especialy - have different advantages (but i cannot give examples now - to tired to think).

When beauty is accompanied with a sencer smile it has the power to change the world. I love the city i live in because u can walk on the streets and lock at people and occasionaly find a smile - in a child who plays and laughs, on a pearson that just received a good news.

If i find a pearson that smiles - i tend to forget my worries.

Nowadays... i need to find a smile - my job is killing me, i can't get enough sleep - but i'm sure that in the end "it doesn't even matter"...just kidding......

Nu pot spune ca am scapat de nesiguranta, dar pot spune ca m-am mai linistit. Recent mi-a oferit un inel...de logodna. A fost o surpriza atat de placuta, o surpriza care m-a facut intr-adevar sa jubilez.

Imi doream sa simt din partea lui aceasta hotarare si dupa un an greu...totul pare a se fi rezolvat.

Our entire life is surrounded with dos and don'ts and we have to decide every second what is good for us, what could become our rutine and what should be left out. I believe that the same happends with fact, events and memorie.

We have the possibility to choose what will efect our life. This builds our personality and the capacity to adjust to the environment sorrounding us and to the people that interract with us.

Recently i've read that we have the cappacity to live only with drinking water and eating from time to time a slice of bread... that could happen only if we wouldn't move, and be still most of the time.

Who would like to live like that??

The Collector is the story of the abduction and imprisonment of Miranda Grey by Frederick Clegg, told first from his point of view, and then from hers by means of a diary she has kept, with a return in the last few pages to Clegg's narration of her illness and death. I enjoyed reading this book, but it is no comparisson to "Magus", in wich Nicholas Urfe, an English teacher bored with his life, decides to take a position as the at the Lord Bryon School in Greece, on the island of Phraxos.

The images presented in "Magus", the action and the entire plot can induce an entire state of mind.

I enjoy reading everything i get my hands on, but i must admit that  "The magus" and "Lorelei" by Ionel Teodoreanu are the only books i've read the second and the third time. ......

it is played at the end of the 18th episode and some of its word go like this:

your hands on me

your tongue in my mouth

trying to keep the words from comming out