tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75851172730520150532024-02-19T03:49:20.620-08:00Ex temporeCand oamenii nu mai au rabdare cu timpul...Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585117273052015053.post-91765640680915819382011-02-16T13:34:00.000-08:002011-02-16T13:49:05.659-08:004 (Casiopeea)Vreau sa urlu, sa plang, s-alerg catre tine, oriunde ai fi. Tu intelegi? Oriunde ai fi! Si vreau sa ma arunc in bratele tale, si sa te strang intr-atat incat sa iti tai suflul. Si vreau sa imi asez mana pe inima ta, si sa o simt atat de aproape, sa stiu ca e toata numai pentru mine. Si vreau sa ma saruti pe frunte si sa imi zambesti. <br /> Eu cred ca tu tot nu intelegi. Sa incerc sa imi gasesc cuvintele, gata, am gasit : te iubesc!! Intelegi acum? Daca nu, lasa-ma sa iti explic. Nu credeam ca o voi spune vreodata, insa daca as muri de mainile tale, ultima mea dorinta ar fi sa ma saruti in timp ce o faci. M-am abandonat de mult in bratele tale, caci am incredere in ele; vor sti ele ce sa faca cu mine. Nu stiu daca realizezi cat de devotata iti sunt. O legenda spune ca sufletele pereche au, pe corp, semne identice, ale dracu patru alunite pe bratul stang. Eu nu cred in suflete pereche, dar cred in noi!! Pe zi ce trece din ce in ce mai mult. Iar de azi inainte, fara urma de dubii : da, cred in noi, ca-n Dumnezeul crestinului ce nu am fost niciodata. <br /> Si tot nu intelegi. Vreau sa iti fiu amanta si cea mai buna prietena. Si iubita, si stalp de rezistenta. Si vreau sa iti fiu inger, si partenera. Sa iti fiu si curva si doamna; si confidenta, si umarul pe care te poti simti in siguranta plangand. Si vreau sa fiu obiectul placerii tale, in aceeasi masura precum si mama copiilor tai. Partea fascinanta in toata povestea asta este ca pentru tine, lasa-ma sa punctez : pentru TINE, eu pot fi toate astea in acelasi timp. Tu intelegi?? As trai o eternitate alaturi de tine, si brusc o viata mi se pare prea putin. Ce cliseu! Ce adevar... Am plans astazi ca un copil. Numai tu poti trezi astfel de stari in mine – doar tu ma faci sa plang de fericire. Langa tine, si pentru tine, sunt zi de zi o persoana mai buna. Pentru tine. Cum se face ca zilnic, de mai bine de un an, ma indragostesc din ce in ce mai mult de tine? Si cum se face ca ziua de astazi culmineaza in cuvintele astea si in incercarea mea disperata de a-mi suprima insticntul de a urla cat ma tin plamanii ca te iubesc? Cat ai putut sa ma uimesti... si cat de uimita am fost de noi...<br /> Daca tot nu ai inteles, ai o ultima sansa sa o faci. Iata : TE IUBESC!!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585117273052015053.post-8455438686315854452010-08-11T07:45:00.000-07:002010-08-11T07:46:11.643-07:00Fantezie in vata de zaharun miez de cireasa, un film fara actiune, <br />buze caramelizate de placere<br />secvente de deliciu cu-aroma de pere,<br />indemnuri fierbinti la lipsa de ratiune.<br /><br />subtil, un zambet cuminte ma-ndeamna sa-l urmez,<br />extaz, glorie si un strop ceai cu rom<br />lapte cald cu miere; apoi un ceas de somn;<br />in palmele-i destinul as vrea sa mi-l trasez.<br /><br />e-o ampla desfatare, cu gust de visinata <br />placere inocenta-ntr-un amurg de mai,<br />cu cesti de portelan, si c-un tapet corai - <br />Un vals in surdina, o fondanta, ciocolata.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585117273052015053.post-28512373279026107912010-07-30T13:23:00.001-07:002010-07-30T13:23:59.042-07:00ReziduriAtra abstracta; schite neterminate,<br />Dovada lipsei de talent<br />A unei maini neantrenate - <br />Rebut, confirmat de evident.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585117273052015053.post-10804481772943310082010-06-12T13:56:00.002-07:002010-06-12T14:04:24.855-07:00Exordium (desi nu pare)Acopera-mi fata, c-un petec de panza moarta<br />Si numeste-l lintoliu.<br />Imbraca-ma-n straie ce mortii le poarta - <br />Declara-te-n doliu.<br /><br />Stropeste-mi trupul, scalda-l in agheasma - <br />Sanctifica-mi pacatul<br />Inunda-m-apoi, in putreda mireasma;<br />Si pregateste-mi patul.<br /><br />Sarut-apoi pe buze, o pacatoasa adormita- <br />Reda-mi in vene pulsul<br />Sopteste catre groapa,"femeie, ai fost iubita";<br />In rasarit transform-apusul.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585117273052015053.post-82195293798357130452010-06-12T13:56:00.001-07:002010-06-12T13:56:36.497-07:00ever morea broken bone, a broken home<br />a filthy stranger gone domestic<br />a fractured spine, and it alone<br />screams out need for anesthetyc<br /><br />a wounded ego prays for justice<br />failure spilled up on the floor<br />second time-round needed practice<br />you made me beg for "ever more"Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585117273052015053.post-67162831077610242582010-06-12T13:54:00.000-07:002010-06-12T13:55:02.895-07:00AbandonSambure de lacrima-n fapt de seara, si-un suflu sacadat<br />Un dor de pierdere de sine, intr-un strigat prea ritmat,<br />O ampla desfatare, salbatica dar totusi, prea putin,<br />Si-o durere ce ma-ndeamna, la inca un pahar de vin.<br /><br />Ambiguu, insa nu-ndeajuns, amintirea-ti nu-mi da pace<br />Iar vraja-ti nu decide, de se face, se desface-<br />Si de stranii sarutari ma las purtata, putin insa prea mult<br />Si-n glasu-ti ma ascund, iar cantul inca ti-l ascult.<br /><br />Invoca-mi trupul de departe, si cheama-ma de-ndat'<br />Sa-mi pierd esenta prin esenta-ti, din nou la tine-n pat <br />Dezmiarda-ma cu-atingeri si sarutari prea apasate...<br />Sa-mi uit rusinea, si pacatul, sau pe mine, de se poateUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585117273052015053.post-10619888719971560752010-06-12T13:35:00.001-07:002010-06-12T13:35:43.447-07:00Cronica de searaVin alb, jazz si sex. Vise, amintiri, povesti cu zane. Colaj de sentimente. Am inchis ochii si m-am afundat in bratele tale, pe fundalul unui saxofon plictisit. Te-am simtit zambind, si nu numai; te-am simtit simtind. Si atunci, am simtit si eu - atat de mult, incat am uitat, pentru cateva clipe, sa respir. Imi era dor, si imi fusese greu; as fi vrut sa te ating, insa m-am multumit pentru moment sa mangai piciorul rece al paharului de vin. <br /> Imi sprijin capul pe umarul tau; imi strangi mana intr-a ta. Ne pierdem in fum de tigara cu aroma de cirese. And all that jazz... <br /><br /> Ma complac si te complaci, ne complicam intru placere<br /> Cand ma dezbraci si te dezbrac;<br /> Parfum de clipe efemere...<br /> <br /><br /> Azi dimineata, am petrecut cateva minute in fata unei oglinzi sparte, sa imi privesc vanataile; si cele de la suprafata, insa si cele din interior. Primele, poate dintr-un acces de pasiune; celelalte - din prea putina. Aparenta si esenta. Le-am atins,pe rand, pe toate - si pe cele de pe gat, si pe cele de pe coapse, si pe cele de pe artriul drept. Da, erau inca acolo, si inca dureau la palpare. M-am bucurat sa simt ca simt, m-am intristat ca simt ce simt. Vor trebui sa dispara odata; voi fi nevoita sa le oblig sa se retraga - insa pe care dintre ele? Daca ai vrea, cu o simpla atingere le-ai face sa dispara. Nu o vei face, stiu asta, va trebui sa ma descurc singura, si sa le peticesc cum stiu eu mai bine; poate le voi "repara" pe cele din esenta, insa asta ar presupune sa le sterg intai pe cele din aparenta, si nu pot face asta- le iubesc prea mult. O sa le pastrez si pe cele din interior (sunt un reminder permanent al faptului ca am undeva, in fiinta mea exista un dosar numit "strict secret- suflet", ascuns intentionat sub un teanc de documente cu antet de "ratiune") - iar pe cele din exterior, doar le voi acoperi cu pudra translucida; si curva va deveni din nou doamna. Oglinda imi distorsioneaza perceptia; ori distorsia mi-o creez singura - sau poate sunt asa de-a gata. Nu mai fac diferenta : mi-e sparta oglinda sau mi-e sparta privirea?<br /> Ratiune si simtire - talerele se contrazic cu o indarjire exasperanta. Obosesc; imbatranesc.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585117273052015053.post-90284441238016851162010-06-07T13:30:00.000-07:002010-06-07T13:32:47.191-07:00Friendssew us together, then glue me apart<br />tie me and bind me to yet another new start<br />kill me, revive me, then choke me to death<br />then silently whisper the name of chrystal meth<br /><br />and pour me some absynthe, but never forget<br />that cyanide touch I'll live to regret<br />and pass me that opium, to give it a little taste<br />to taste the tasteless anger that makes me feel so safe.<br /><br />and then, just let me bleed, on the dirty cold floor<br />when I'll be screaming your name, come and give me more<br />shed a tear on my face and I'll call it compassion<br />take me then back to hell, in a heavenly fashion...<br /><br />let those angels play their harps, and hear their song<br />have you ever considered, I might never be that strong?<br />I shall settle with my demons, hand over the needle, now...<br />get out of my face and let me end this with a bow...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585117273052015053.post-15321105668152670342010-06-07T13:25:00.000-07:002010-06-07T13:30:17.565-07:00Elixirin palme si-n genunchi port sange, de o vreme<br />in ochi aceleasi lacrimi, pe fata prea vechi semne.<br />in talpi vesnice cioburi, si-n coate am noroi<br />si-n singularitate am...acelasi vis de "doi".<br /><br />iar calea-mi este grea, mocirla ma ingroapa,<br />se-ndura cineva...sa-mi dea un strop de apa?<br />m-aude cineva, cand le implor iertare?<br />cand nu mai pot sa merg, sau sa stau in picioare?<br /><br />iar soarele ma arde, si pamantu-mi este rug<br />ce n-as da Doamne, sa pot acum sa fug...<br />sa m-ascund sub umbra unui prea batran stejar<br />sa-mi fie umbra si racoare, sa-mi fie groapa si gropar.<br /><br />dar tu? ce-mi esti? imi esti cumva alaturi?<br />pasim pe-aceeasi cale, luptam pe-aceleasi fronturi?<br />iti e la fel de greu, sau nu ai nici o rana?<br />vei sta sa ma ridici, sau vei pleca in goana?<br /><br />si mi-ai luat mana intr-a ta, si-apoi m-ai ridicat<br />iar lacrimi n-au mai curs, sangele s-a spalat<br />mi-ai dat nu stropi, ci-un vas intreg de apa<br />si te-am iubit atunci, cum te-am urat odata.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585117273052015053.post-64155504491885172462010-05-12T14:45:00.000-07:002010-05-12T14:50:27.664-07:00Unul.E femeia siesi, femeia tuturor, <br />Dama de pica, figurina de metal- <br />Cu mersul sigur si sarutul fatal;<br />Femeie de nimic, pierduta prin decor.<br /><br />Prin aburi grei, de tutun si de alcool<br />Se misca, languros, in ritm de foc.<br />Tenteaza, promite, si joaca la noroc,<br />Se scalda mai adanc in sange si petrol.<br /><br />Nu vrea, nu stie; nu poate sau nu simte;<br />E-amara si uscata, si-o face dinadins; <br />E rece si pustie, carte fara de cuprins. <br />E nota fara sunet, poem far' de cuvinte.<br /><br />Pe buze, si-ntre coapse, presara cianura<br />Si-ti arde pielea, odata ce-o atinge,<br />Oricat ai umple-o, e goala, desi frige.<br />Sarman inconstient, cel ce-o duce azi la gura.<br /><br />***<br /><br />O clipa de-abandon, o urma de simtire,<br />Un tremur si un freamat, ei necunoscut.<br />C-un suflu cald ii desena, o inima pe scut,<br />Brusc, buzele-i trasau, o schita de iubire.<br /><br />***<br /><br />E mana ce i-a mangaiat pumnul inclestat;<br />E glasul ce-a temperat-o, cu rabdare,<br />E bratul ce-a prins-o, in loc sa o doboare.<br />Privirea ce-a miscat-o, si sub care-a cedat.<br /><br />E cel langa care, isi poarta astazi pasul,<br />Si azi, intre coapse, ea poarta doar parfum;<br />Cianura-i pierduta, prin aburi si fum.<br />Altul i-e versul, si altul i-e glasul.<br /><br />Azi numai unul, ii poarta buzele asupra-si;<br />Si sub cerul lui isi numara stelele,<br />Ea nu mai danseaza-mpreuna cu ielele;<br />Isi poarta de-acum, pacatele in umbra-si.<br /><br />E femeia lui, femeia unui singur pat,<br />E dama de rosu, aflata la el in mana;<br />Se poarta mandra, si poate s-o spuna: <br />A devenit femeia unui singur barbat.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585117273052015053.post-13800692136296625982010-04-22T14:45:00.000-07:002010-04-22T14:46:26.096-07:00Puncte de suspensieE ceva ce stii bine. Gura mi-a rostit-o si mana mi-a scris-o. Ochii...ei nu o spun, ei o urla din toate puterile, adunand toata forta pe care un iris ratacit in fascinatie o poate nutri. O striga palma mea cand o strange pe a ta si plamanii mei cand iti inspira suflul. Totusi...<br /> Gura nu cunoaste ochiul cand o spune, si mana tremura pe vers. Ziua nu-mi cunoaste glasul si noaptea mi-l ascunde. <br /> Nu mai vreau sa o spun. Nu cu fata ascunsa de tine, si nu in noapte. Nu prin versuri sau metafore; fara subtilitati. <br /> Iarasi, negru pe alb, nu iris catre iris. Si da, mi-e teama. Nu ma judeca - zambeste doar, si saruta-mi fruntea din nou.<br /> Pana in ziua in care nu-mi va mai fi teama sa ti-o spun privindu-te : ... ( dar deja stii ce urmeaza )Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585117273052015053.post-42930362127708474452010-04-15T12:56:00.000-07:002010-04-15T13:00:29.453-07:00sexual moralityexpress emotion within motion <br />forbidden dream of pure devotion<br />retype the status of distorsion<br />as i prepare my own abortion<br /><br />and lay me next to my exposure<br />a silent scream of your composure<br />a heavy moan that begs for closure<br />be my destroyer, dear composer<br /><br />i'll cry out need for anesthetyc<br />as i'll let go of old synthetic<br />i shall retreat within "poetic"<br />and fall again for the unethicUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585117273052015053.post-22692933856573531552010-03-19T16:06:00.000-07:002010-03-19T16:09:40.071-07:00Manuscrise de la Marea MoartaNu-mi esti tata, iubite; iar, tata : nu-mi esti tata. <br />Mi-am fost iubit cat nu mi-ai fost, <br />Si am trait<br />Mi-am fost si tata, caci tu nu mi-ai fost vreodata.<br />Si n-am iubit cat te-am iubit,<br />Si n-am trait cat am murit.<br />Imi ceri sa mor tu, oare,<br />Inc-o data?<br />Imi ceri sa mor de'ndata?<br />Cu ce drept<br />Pretinzi tu asta<br />Iubite...?<br />Tata?<br /> <br />Te-astepti sa ma-nnec intr-o apa prea sarata...<br />Risti s-asculti si tu iubite<br />Ecou de lebada moarta...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585117273052015053.post-83655121670598535112010-01-22T15:37:00.001-08:002010-01-22T15:37:51.309-08:00Vous allez me perdreYou walk on the thinnest type of ice, slowly swallowing the addictive pill called "chase", as being enslaved by a master named "hypocricy". You live somewhere in between the safest form of simplicity and the efervescent taste of pure decadence, as you sip from a perfect mixture between ambrose and cyanide - you are allowed entrance into both a home, and a bordello. Somewhere in the middle of obedience and seduction, you are permitted to wear both the fragrance of what you reffer to as "love" and the tempting fragrance of sin and lust. You are permitted too much, my love. Somewhere in between stardust and dirt, you enjoy the touch of an angelic figure, as well as the one of the eternal seductress. You see, dear, how more sensational is the unsattled ride of a wild horse, than only the view of a pure-breed? Truth is, lover, i shall always be one of those wild beasts that just can't be tamed. No, you yet can't see all this, for appreciation only stands within loss - and loss shall be yours to take.<br /> Vous allez me perdreUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585117273052015053.post-58294794452932383532009-12-21T14:50:00.000-08:002009-12-21T14:51:13.387-08:00TeatruDurerea, opus al placerii!<br />Un strugure acru<br />De la-nceputul verii<br />Un sambure de sacru<br />In bataia brizei serii...<br /><br />Placerea, ideal nevinovat!<br />Un deliciu interzis<br />Precum un sarut furat<br />Divinul nepermis<br />Scaldat in sange de pacat...<br /><br />Dorul! Ateu precum amorul!<br />Brodat cu fir de aur<br />Vidul cel ce umple golul<br />Nepretuit tezaur!<br />Actor ce-si uita rolul...<br /><br />Dorinta! Sclava-ncatusata!<br />Gheisa de otel<br />Credinta-i renegata<br />Intr-o-ncapere de motel<br />O fila alba inramata.<br /><br />Teatrul!... teatrul...<br />Placerea din durere<br />Indulceste iarasi acrul<br />Si amorul iar il cere;<br />Profan ce nimiceste sacrul!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585117273052015053.post-32717303442575767652009-12-10T12:02:00.001-08:002009-12-10T12:02:48.270-08:00Aparte...si curge din tine versul, fara rima, rost sau sens<br />cum curge din mine-acum, acel sange mult prea dens<br />si ma privesti cu interes, dezintegrandu-ma in tine<br />tu esti rege printre morti, sunt amanta-ntre regine.<br /><br />iar eu iti port coroana, tu-mi porti crucea, si-nduram<br />legati la ochi, printre cadavre, inceput-am sa valsam -<br />si cu glas scazut am spus, privind spre-acelasi zeu ateu<br />"ti-am sapat mormant, iubite, sap-acum si tu al meu"<br /><br />tu in loc sa-mi sapi mormantul,ai sapat mai mult al tau<br />m-ai strans in btrate si-am cazut, fara sunet sau ecou<br />si-asa, doi morti au inviat, in caderea lor spre moarte<br />el - un rege-ngenuncheat, ea - amanta sa aparte...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585117273052015053.post-51318732712538448592009-12-10T12:00:00.001-08:002009-12-10T12:00:55.048-08:00Gol...goala e camera, si goala sunt eu<br />ecoul a nimic rasuna...<br />prin vene imi curge, sange de-ateu<br />iar golul imi sun-a minciuna...<br /><br />goala mi-e mintea, la fel si cuvantul<br />iar zgomotul se pierde...<br />gol mi-e paharul, precum imi e gandul<br />si ochiu-mi deschis nu mai vede...<br /><br />goala-i seringa si gol esti si tu<br />gol mi-e si versul de mult...<br />gol mi-e glasul cand strig un ultim "nu"<br />gol mi-e sicriul si moartea mi-o cant...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585117273052015053.post-62020446177366807712009-09-13T15:16:00.001-07:002009-09-13T15:16:35.250-07:00"V"(She) - Lover, I beg you let go. For I am as infatuated with you as the hopeless coutresan is to the carnal pleasures she sells. I am as guilty as the most self-conscious sinner is for this feeling, still I can't seem to be able to let go of it...of you. My dear, I love you so, and the pleasure of loving you is hurting me so much, that not only me whole being in in the deepest state of pain, but so is my body while craving for your eternal presence. Oh, sorcerer, release me from your spell, as even the most cruel desert releases the lost ones from the bittersweet illusions he selfishly wraps around them.<br />(he) - Stay still and keep silent, beautiful; for I wish to kiss your lips once more.<br />-----------------------------------------------------<br />(she)- Lover, I'm down on my knees, and again I beg for freedom. My love for you is eating me up inside, and I need you like the end needs a beginig, and night needs day. I crave for you like the sun craves for the moon and as the Devil craves for his God. Like the slave needs the master, like the pleasure needs the pain...to exist, is what i need you for. As alfa to omega, and as life to death, we are - you are. I want you no longer, I need you forever. Let go or I shall lose common sense, for my love is so much more powerful than my perpetual nothingness. Your whole being fills me up, but I find myself in the position of being a cup so small, that's unable to find place for all that ambrose you provide. Please, lover, have mercy and leave now...<br />(he)- Don't move and keep quiet, beautiful ; for I wish to hold you near once more.<br />------------------------------------------------------<br />(she)- Devil, I'm burning as I still feel your lips over mine and your hands into mine. I'll end up bursting in flames, for you have cruelly sentenced me to this. Why, lover, do you insist on softly ripping me apart? With your kiss and your touch you have taken away my last drop of will. I surrender to you, God, I shall die within your arms. Dear poet, rewrite your song, there still is time. Recreate the ending, for the one you have chosen is too sad. "She died" - he said, the drunken poet. "overdose of love and opium, passion and absynte - on the cold floor, alone, in his arms...she died". Don't let her die, Creator... give back her life, Destroyer!<br />(he)- Don't think, and no longer speak, beautiful, for I wish to find myself inside of you once more<br />-------------------------------------------------------<br />(he)- I'm leaving, beautiful. And so, I give you back your peace.<br />(she)- Don't you dare walk through that door,lover. I'm dead, and so are you, though we're both more alive than we ever were. You did this to me; you had torn apart the barriers between life and death inside of me - I am in no mans land, I am nobody, I have no name, nor age. I have no life, nor death - no time and space. I'm in your world now, for you have brought me here, and I wish to stay. My name is Doe, and so is yours, and that makes us man and wife. As Adam and Lillith, we are rulers over a land of eternal nothingness. We are rulers over passion and sin, and flesh and blood. We are gods to the devils and devils to ourselves. We are eternal and so we shall be, somewhere in between existence and...void. You made me this, and now I accept it. I have no body, and no soul, and I've become, just like you, a concept, an idea - powerful through inexstence in the material world. I am you- I have taken your name. We are one. Now you must take me.<br />--------------------------------------------------------<br />- Say my name, beautiful, and I shall.<br />- Vendetta.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585117273052015053.post-62544529077094576062009-09-07T14:14:00.000-07:002009-09-07T14:15:44.732-07:00Tu...Esti ca o masca venetiana ,<br />Scaldata-n sange de mult mort,<br />Iar cu rusine spun din nou...<br />Inc-as vrea sa te mai port<br /><br />Esti ca o mare-nflacarata,<br />Sacldata-n sange si petrol,<br />Iar cu tristete plang din nou...<br />Mai iau o gura de alcool<br /><br />Esti ca un inger decazut,<br />Manjit, pe-alocuri, de noroi,<br />Iar cu regret imi amintesc<br />De cand eram, in Rai, doar doi.<br /><br />Esti poate-o floare putrezita<br />Roza fara de petale,<br />Iar eu cu ura, ncet, strivesc...<br />Albina ce-ti tot da ocoale.<br /><br />Esti ca un mort ce viu graieste<br />Fragmente dintr-o amintire<br />Iar eu refuz sa te privesc...<br />Te-as invia cu o privire.<br /><br />Dar nu-ndraznesc, nici sa te port<br />Nici sa mai beau, nici sa privesc...<br />Nici s-amintesc, sau sa strivesc<br />N-o sa-mi permit...sa te iubescUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585117273052015053.post-35295474527658319842009-08-07T15:10:00.001-07:002009-08-07T15:10:59.854-07:00Aberatie in miez de noapte ( sau ceva de genu)Parca a trecut prea mult timp de la ultima mea rabufnire artistica manifestata printr-o ura profunda, mascata printr-un cinism (dupa cum multi ar spune) de-a dreptul si pur si simplul savuros. Asa ca, what the bloody fuck ( cum ar spune vechii mei noi "prieteni" ), here it goes.<br /> Astazi, dezbatem tema reusitei profesionale intr-o tara excrementionala (made-up word; copywright all mine) precum aceasta in care ne tot scremem sa traim. Bun... hai sa luam, sa zicem, un scenariu...oarecare. Incepi o afacere, te scremi cateva luni s-o legalizezi, te certi cu prea multe fecale (n.i. "oameni", sau ceva de genu) in fine, dupa ce te zbati cat poti de tare, sa zicem ca poate...doar poate...ai mare noroc(sau ai mancat cacat mult in copilarie) si reusesti. Perfect pana aici. Iti iei un oarecare "liber" o saptamana sau doua, timp impartit strategic in "perioada de injurare a cacatilor de oameni" si "perioada de relaxare, reflectare si planificare a unei strategii de dezvoltare a afacerii. La finul acestor zile de "hodina", vii cu forte noi, si cu intentia - evident - de a rupe gura targului. Negociezi pe ici, pe colo, mai faci o relatie, doua, pui la punct un eveniment, faci planuri cu carul ( ca deh, tre sa gandim pe termen lung...nu?) si te trezesti ca...sa zicem... clubul e ok, cu biletele ai rezolvat pronlema, sonorizarea e in regula, ai chitantierul gata pe birou, ai chiar si un oarecare contabil, trupa este ok... dar stai...trupa??? aloo... membrii trupei x-ulescu?? aloo (raspuns : abonatul whatever nu poate fi contactat). Zici : sunt in trneu, deh, doar am pus mana pe mare trupa de canta prin toata tara, e ocupati oamenii, ca e sub 50. Asta, azi. Dar maine? Dar poimaine? dar peste o saptamana, al dracu de nenorocit de abonat si-o fi introdus telefonul printr-un oarecare orificiu, unde n-are semnal, dar deloc??? ( mintea mea perversa ma indeamna sa gandesc o explicatie referitoare la vibratii, dar, deh - fiecare cu ce are in dotare; daca telefonul omului vibreaza, eu de ce-l pot acuza? Ca-i place?? :)) ) Adevarat, onorariul era de tot cacatul, si ei, trupa mare, isi permite ( repet- tot sub 50) sa ...se evaporeze!?!. In final, iti introduci un oarecare organ in toata situatia, pe care desi eu una nu-l posed personal, sunt destui dispusi sa-l imprumute, si mergi mai departe.<br /> Prin " a merge mai departe" ma refer la actiunea de a prelungi perioada de "liber", la sa zicem, o luna -doua( de data asta se necesita mai mult timp pentru injurat, si muuult mai mult timp pentru reflectie). Si te trezesti stand degeaba, frecand menta, etc etc. Bani, ai. Si? Asta te ajuta cu ce? Ah, da ... te ajuta sa iesi la o bere cu baietii, sau la o barfa mica cu fetele, din cand in cand, de trei ori pe zi. Din toate acestea rezulta => (na, ca n-am uitat semnul matematic ptr rezulta) ca ai ajuns "s-o arzi la modul cel mai dubios" ( ceea ce nu este intotdeauna un lucru bun).<br /> La o betie uuun pic mai crunta decat cele uzuale, acompaniata de cate un cui ocazional, ai o revelatie ( desi la moment ai numit-o" relevatie", dar n-are nimic, tot epiphany este, si prietenii tai au inteles ideea asa ca, why bother?) si ai decis ca trebuie sa faci ceva.<br /> La ce va asteptati oare?<br /> Evident, inca vreo doua saptamani de repaos, in prima, desigur, injuraturi, insa de aceasta data la adresa propriei persoane ( ca merita, nenorocita), iar in a doua, planuri, ganduri, ale dracu de multe sacrificii, la modul ca acum niste luni spuneai ca nu vei organiza vreodata baluri, iar acum intrebi in stanga si-n dreapta cine ce bal pe unde vrea cine sa cante, cine sa se dezbrace, ce pitzipoanca sa mai primeasca un premiu de miss si sa fie trimisa la produs, alea alea.Mai grav este cand iti dai seama ca pe moment, esti legat la maini si la picioare, pentru ca toata lumea este in vacanta, si dracu mai da pe la partyuri. Drept urmare ( caci, evident, un elan ca acesta nu trebuie irosit aiurea) hotarasti ca nu trebuie sa stai degeaba ( nu de alta, dar efectiv nu mai poti, te mananca pe peste tot, desi, de baut-bei, de fumat- fumezi, sex- faci...la dracu, ceva ceva trebuie sa fie gresit in toata ecuatia asta). si, pentru a face ceva productiv cu timpul tau, te trezesti inapoi in barul de unde ai plecat, intreband la fel ca prima data, daca au cumva, din intamplare, vreun post liber si pentru mine ( si, pentru ca nu sunt singura usor disperata, se dovedeste ca, din nou,pe degeaba, postul este al meu) .<br /> Si te intorci de unde ai pornit, de data asta, poate, cu alte planuri ( pe principiul "banii astia ajung direct in contul firmei, investesc bla bla) dar pe cine dracu incerc sa mint aici? This is bullshit. Din nou... cate 9, sau 12 ore pe zi, zile libere din parti, sesiune maaare de restante ( vreo 8 ) incepand cu septembrie, relatii pe ici pe colo, pile pe ici pe colo, iar n-am timp sa respir ( sau sa dorm, ceea ce ma enerveaza cel mai mult). La dracu, abia daca-mi vad pisica neagra proaspat achizitionata. <br /> Dar de data asta nu are cum sa nu iasa bine. Alta strategie, alt mod de a linge clientii prin diferite zone, alt mod de a pune problema, alt cacat all in all. Macar de data asta ma car cu cartile de vizita dupa mine :)) ( app multumesc mult ptr ele, vlad - vreau mai multe, si pe carton mai gros, si la chestia asta astept un "da shefa" hotarat - dau o bere dupaia, ce dracu, fac tips bun daca ma mai aplec de cateva ori dupa ceva scapat "accidental" pe jos) . Si...mesaj catre "the team"... hai baieti, sa facem bani, sa investim, sa rupem gura targului de data asta, ca... ce dracu, nu ma semi-prostituez degeaba prin baruri :)).<br /> In fine...sunt rupta de somn, azi am fost tura de 12, maine voi fi la fel ( asta, daca voi auzi alarma telefonului dimineata) . La dracu...acum parca mi-e dor de vremurile cand dormeam pana la ce ora dorea p*zda mea. Dar nu conteaza, one must succeed, and if this is what it takes, then this is what i'll do. Gata, adorm pe tastatura, o sa strivesc matza care e la mine in brate, las-o in durerea ei, reuseste ea sa scape cumva, mi se rupe, mi-e prea somn. Maine, iar facem bani. Hai baieti, ca se poate. Sa ma pis pe tara asta de tot cacatul, ca numa de-a dracu, peste niste ani, o s-o am la picioare ( chiar daca acum am la picioare doar ocazionale cioburi de pahare sparte). So, bring it on,and soon, or else, i'll be the one to bring it ( and , yes, "it" is a specific "it" - dar ce e, mai exact...well that's the surprise you're all in for).<br /> Gata, noapte buna, buna dimineata, mi se rupe. Va doresc pace eterna printre flacarile iadului si distractie placuta prin cazane ( voi avea grija ca smoala sa fie indeajuns de incinsa).Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585117273052015053.post-70667282399383290852009-07-29T14:21:00.000-07:002009-07-29T14:27:42.132-07:00AddictionMy sweetest sin, my dirty God-<br />The pleasure of my pain<br />You be the heart, I'll be the blood<br />And be my pure cocaine<br /><br />My bleeding angel, absynthe shot<br />Come closer, go away<br />I must admit, I love you not<br />But I want you now to stay.<br /><br />Cyanide rush, I beg you let go<br />Lythium fills my lungs<br />I mean "yes" though I say "no"<br />When playing with our tongues<br /><br />Kiss me again, hurt me so much<br />I'll let you have your way<br />Let me yearn then for your touch<br />Then come again and play<br /><br />Taste me again,and again in anger<br />Leave me with no choice<br />Kiss me soft and choke me tender<br />And take away my voice<br /><br />I scream with pleasure, never stop<br />Keep my pain awake<br />I see you smile as I give up<br />My all is yours to take<br /><br />As light of day takes it all away<br />And you untie the noose<br />There are no words left to say -<br />Just a black rose and a briuse.<br /><br />I show you the door,and to me you obey<br />You kiss my lips and bruise<br />But secretly... I wish for you to stay<br />And so you do, and then I softly say:<br /><br />..."Never again untie the noose"...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585117273052015053.post-85144549157915406302009-07-16T14:25:00.000-07:002009-07-16T14:34:26.241-07:00Perpetual Dream Theory - Now or NeverNu imi pot aminti ultima oara cand am fost atat de impresionata de o melodie... ma defineste, ma alina, tine companie lacrimior si zambetelor mele. Adevarul este ca numai muzica poate face asa ceva, chiar si dintr-o persoana ca mine. Poate mai exista cineva, care ascultand-o, o va simti la fel de aproape precum o simt eu. Iar instinctul ma indeamna spre un act de egoism nenecesar, facandu-ma sa-mi doresc ca acea persoana sa nu existe...sa impart cu nimeni ceea ce simt. Insa, cu toate acestea, pentru ca devine incet-incet parte din mine, daca nu era deja, poate, chiar dinainte sa o ascult, pentru ca devine asemeni versurilor si randurilor imaginate si apoi scrise de mine, nu pot sa nu postez...<br /><br /><object width="448" height="46"><param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/DariaCarmilla/0bb5f10178cdae.swf"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/DariaCarmilla/0bb5f10178cdae.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"></embed></object><br /><strong>Now or never</strong><br /><a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Diverse" title="Diverse">Asculta mai multe audio Diverse</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585117273052015053.post-85123178155178500032009-07-13T14:03:00.002-07:002009-07-13T14:04:32.204-07:00the twistnothing more, and nothing less<br />it's you i have<br />you i posess<br />i'm on my knees and i confess<br />guess what?<br />you missed your guess.<br /><br />nothing else, and nothing more<br />and this right here<br />i can't ignore<br />you had three guesses<br />now you've lost<br />i eat a pie<br />without a crust<br /><br />again i slip, again i fall<br />again i weep<br />again i crawl<br />as i struggle to keep living<br />it's just the end<br />of the begining<br /><br />and i regret, and i forget<br />what was before<br />the safest bet<br />and for the "it" i did not get<br />i'll have to pay<br />for the day we met<br /><br />and i want what i don't need<br />i need not<br />what for i plead<br />again i wait, again i bleed<br />you take your leave<br />i take the lead<br /><br />we do the twist, and you are mine<br />although you're dead<br />i do not mind<br />you are the killer, you're the crime<br />a twist of lemon<br />with a twist of lime<br /><br />for twisted we are, and so we will be<br />you are more twisted,<br />more twisted than me<br />a minute too late, you set me free<br />i drove you blind<br />why can't you see?<br /><br />sweet release and sweet remorse<br />i keep dancing<br />with your corpse<br />i use my strength, i use my force<br />i won't get beter<br />so i get worseUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585117273052015053.post-75264465057190138542009-07-13T14:03:00.001-07:002009-07-13T14:03:40.170-07:00PleasureI plead my case, you rest my plead<br />It's you I want, but I don't need<br />It's you I'll have, without a doubt,<br />It's you I'll chew and then spit out<br /><br />It's me you'll love, it's you I'll crush<br />It's from your bed I'll leave in rush<br />For me you'll cry and beg once more<br />I'll be the whore that you'll adore<br /><br />You'll want my heart, my soul, my all<br />I'll be around to watch your fall<br />I'll give you hell and sweetest pain<br />I'll die in glory, you'll die in shame<br /><br />You'll miss my kiss, my skin, my lips<br />From where you'll be, in your abyss<br />You'll miss my touch, my words, my voice,<br />You knew the game, you had a choice<br /><br />Blue pill or red, it's one or the other<br />You took the risk and so became my lover<br />You were my toy, and though it was fun<br />It's time I'd end what you've begun<br /><br />(And to your head I point my gun)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585117273052015053.post-88237849438804262922009-07-13T14:02:00.002-07:002009-07-13T14:03:14.617-07:00PerfectionI'll love you so much, I'll hate you even more<br />I'll be your wife, as i'll always be your whore<br />I'll be your assasin, the one that you'll adore<br />I'll shake your grounds, you'll shake my core<br /><br />You'll be my priest, to you I'll confess and pray<br />Though I'll be on my knees, to me you will obey<br />You'll love the way I fold, but most the way I play<br />Still you won't ever listen to a single word I'll say<br /><br />You'd sooner die then listen to me when I talk<br />Except for those dirty words I say when we fuck<br />I'll never care to share, your dreams I'll only mock<br />You'll run out of gas as I'll run out of luck<br /><br />You'll never admit you need me by your side<br />You'll do anything for just once to see me cry<br />I know you'll cheat and mostly that you'll lie<br /> (Don't bother, honey, so will I)<br /><br />But the truth will always be there so all can see<br />We're so perfect for each other, you and me<br />Designed by God and raised by the Devil we'll be<br />Though chained together, we couldn't be more freeUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0