Monday, February 25, 2008
cum sa explic viena? am ramas cu o parere foarte vaga. am stat acolo doua zile. nu tin minte decat mariahilfestrasse, care era strada cu multe h&m-uri unde mi-am petrecut toata ziua intai. si centrul vechi al orasului, pe care l-am vazut in noaptea care a urmat.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
"it always fascinated me how people go from loving you madly to nothing at all, nothing. it hurts so much. when i feel someone is going to leave me, i have a tendency to break up first before i get to hear the whole thing.
here it is. one more, one less. another wasted love story. i really loved this one. when i think that it's over, that i'll never see him again like this... well yes, i'll bump into him, we'll meet our new boyfriend and girlfriend, act as if we had never been together, then we'll slowly think of each other less and less until we forget each other completely.
always the same for me. break up, break down. drunk up, fool around. meet one guy, then another, fuck around. forget the one and only. then after a few months of total emptiness start again to look for true love, desperately look everywhere and after two years of loneliness meet a new love and swear it is the one, until that one is gone as well".
so .. this is us.
"there's a moment in life where you can't recover any more from another break-up. and even if this person bugs you sixty percent of the time, well you still can’t live without him. and even if he wakes you up every day by sneezing right in your face, well you love his sneezes more than anyone else's kisses".
Thursday, February 14, 2008
(april march - chick habbit)
"The woods are lovely, dark, and deep.
And I have promises to keep.
Miles to go before I sleep.
Did you hear me, Butterfly?
Miles to go,
before you sleep".
Friday, February 08, 2008
HAD we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, Lady, were no crime
We would sit down and think which way
To walk and pass our long love's day.
Thou by the Indian Ganges' side
Shouldst rubies find: I by the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the Flood,
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires, and more slow;
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast,
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.
For, Lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate.
But at my back I always hear
Time's wingèd chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song: then worms shall try
That long preserved virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust:
The grave 's a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace.
Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may,
And now, like amorous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour
Than languish in his slow-chapt power.
Let us roll all our strength and all
Our sweetness up into one ball,
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life:
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.
(Andrew Marvell, To His Coy Mistress)
"That's how it always ends. A bit of magic, a bit of smoke. Something floating.
But it doesn't work without the necessary push. A bit of laughter, a man... a beautiful woman and love. Let's start over. At the beginning,it was man alone.
No, he's not alone. Yet".
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
de felul in care starile mele de bine sau de rau nu mai depind de mine
de oamenii seriosi
de mine cand nu ma pot opri
de sfertul de secol
de oamenii pe care ii iubesc prea mult timp
de foile albe de hartie