What was said to the rose...

"...that made it open
was said to me, here in my chest.
What was told the cypress
that made it strongand straight,
What was whispered the jasmine
so it is what it is,
Whatever made sugarcane sweet,
Whatever was said to the inhabitants of the town of Chigil inTurkestan
that makes them so handsome,
Whatever lets the pomegranate flower blush like a human face,
that is being said to me now. I blush.
Whatever put eloquence in language,
that's happening here.
The great warehouse doors open;
I fill with gratitude, chewing a piece of sugarcane,
In love with the one to whom every that belongs! "

Rumi

Concurs de tricouri ude

Ieri in Bucuresti :)
Senzatii tari, si mai ales, ude. Stai linistit (adica aproape lesinat de la lipsa de aer datorata aglomeratiei) in masina RATB si te uiti pe geam (te uiti, dar de vazut nu prea ai cum sa vezi, ca toarna cu galeata), in speranta ca pana la statia la care trebuie tu sa cobori s-o mai potoli nebunia. Ei, surpriza: la una din statii intra (da, intra, culmea ca mai au unde !!!) si alte persoane. Problema e ca tu esti uscat si ei uzi pana la...ma rog. Ei, nu-i bai, acum esti si tu ud - prin transfer.

Si toata lumea e fericita :))
Mai ales barbatii care s-au bucurat de o priveliste cum numai in filmele de profil mai pot vedea: doamne cu tricouri ude !!!!

Ce sa faci cand nu ai ce face

Pai, o idee ar fi urmatoarea: iti iei motorul (da, da, motocicleta aia bengoasa a ta de o folosesti sa agatzi gajicile, ca oricum n-ai cu ce altceva cu ce sa le agatzi...if you know what i mean...) si incepi sa te agiti in jurul blocului. O data, de doua ori...de trei ori...cat te tine neuronul ala bolnav.

Iar asta trebuie sa se intample musai luni dimineatza. Dimineatza devreme, adica pe la un 3 jumate, 4, cand e somnicul mai dulcel...

Mda, ma gandesc cate injuraturi si-a luat boul ala de tot facea ture cu motorul azi dimineatza pe langa blocul meu....

The beauty and the wonder

They say that "the beauty is in the eye of the beholder"...

And now i say that "the wonder is in the heart of the believer"...

Sa nu va duceti la neurolog

Sau, daca va duceti, atunci macar sa fiti pregatiti - sufleteste, ca psihic n-ai cum - sa vi se recomande pe un ton cat se poate de calm - ca profesionist n-as prea crede - sa incercati urmatoarea schema - ca tratament n-as indrazni sa-i zic! - si anume: un paharel de tarie ("tzuica sau mai bine whisky" ca sa il citez pe domnul doctor neurolog). Si dupa dushka asta sa stau asa, "cam o ora, si apoi sa observ daca se mai manifesta" si anume, simptomele respective (nu mai zic ce simptome, ca e clar ca nimeni nu stie !!!). A, dar stati, ca nu s-a terminat aici, nu pot sa ma culc, ca cica mai trebuie sa stau o ora, deci la doua ore dupa administrarea 'medicamentului miraculos' sa observ iar....simptomele. In oglinda...

Mda, initial am crezut ca mi se pare. Am zic ca e o gluma sau mai degraba un test (?!) si ca vrea domnul doctor sa afle intr-un mod mai subtil daca eu sunt alcoolica...

Da' acum stau si ma gandesc...cu teama (!!!) ca e f probabil ca el sa fi vorbit cat se poate (???) de s e r i o s !!!!

In fine, ar mai trebui sa ne mire ceva in tzara asta....?
(intrebare retorica)

Take my hand

Touch my skin,and tell me what you're thinking
Take my hand and show me where we're going
Lie down next to me, look into my eyes and tell me,
oh tell me what you're seeing
So sit on top of the world
and tell me how you're feeling
what you feel now is what I feel for you

Take my hand and if I'm lying to you
I'll always be alone
if I'm lying to you

See my eyes, they carry your reflection
Watch my lips and hear the words I'm telling you
Give your trust to me
and look into my heart and show me,
show me what you're doing
So sit on top of the world
and tell me how you're feeling
what you feel now is what I feel for you

Take my hand and if I'm lying to you
I'll always be alone
if I'm lying to you

Take your time, if I'm lying to you
I know you'll find that you believe me
you believe me
Feel the sun on your face
and tell me what you're thinking
Catch the snow on your tongue
and show me how it tastes

Take my hand and if I'm lying to you
I'll always be alone
if I'm lying to you

Take your time, if I'm lying to you
I know you'll find that you believe me
you believe me

Wind...

...is to fire like distance is to love; it extinguishes the small and enflames the great."