Showing posts with label fucsia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fucsia. Show all posts
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
pink and black and blue
m-ar fi plictisit in orice alt anotimp. ha
Etichete:
:),
fucsia,
yellow,
you like music we can dance to
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Monday, November 03, 2008
tot rosu
mi se pare ca bucurestiul s-a transformat - cel putin dupa ora 5.00 - 6.00 dupa-masa - intr-un cu totul alt oras, de pe un cu totul alt continent. nu mai recunosc strazi / blocuri / parcuri, pentru ca acum sunt mult mai frumoase (!!!) de vina sunt culorile. nu mai vezi decat rosu si galben si portocaliu. si cred ca schimbarea e binevenita. iar noaptea a devenit mult mai dragut afara decat in casa. si e asa de bine ca nu ploua. daca ar ramane mereu asa, mi-ar fi bine :)
Monday, October 20, 2008
silly
imi place sillitoe :)
uite
“I was born dead, i keep telling myself. Everybody’s dead, i answer. So they are, i maintain, but then most of them never know it like i’m beginning to do, and it’s a bloody shame that this has come to me at last when i could least do with it, and when it’s too bloody late to get anything but bad from it.
Then optimism rides out of the darkness like a knight in armour. If you loved her... (of course i bloody-well did).... then you both did the only thing possible if it was to be remembered as love. Now didn’t you? Knight in armour goes back into blackness. Yes, i cry, but neither of us did anything about it, and that’s the trouble”.
Alan Sillitoe, “The Fishing-Boat Picture”
“All of which will make me think twice about how black i sometimes feel. The black coal-bag locked inside you, and the black look it puts on your face, doesn’t mean you’re going to string yourself up or sling yourself under a double-decker or chuck yourself out of a window or cut your throat with a sardine-tin or put your head in the gas-oven or or drop your rotten sack-bag of a body on to a railway line, because when you’re feeling that black, you can’t even move froim your chair. Anyway, i know i’ll never get so black as to hang myself, because hanging don’t look very nice to me, and never will, the more i remember old what’s-his-name swinging from the light-fitting. (...) because you know, i shan’t ever kill myself. Trust me. I’ll stay alive half-barmy till i’m a hundred and five, and then go out screaming blue murder because i want to stay where i am”.
Alan Sillitoe, “On Saturday Afternoon”
uite
“I was born dead, i keep telling myself. Everybody’s dead, i answer. So they are, i maintain, but then most of them never know it like i’m beginning to do, and it’s a bloody shame that this has come to me at last when i could least do with it, and when it’s too bloody late to get anything but bad from it.
Then optimism rides out of the darkness like a knight in armour. If you loved her... (of course i bloody-well did).... then you both did the only thing possible if it was to be remembered as love. Now didn’t you? Knight in armour goes back into blackness. Yes, i cry, but neither of us did anything about it, and that’s the trouble”.
Alan Sillitoe, “The Fishing-Boat Picture”
“All of which will make me think twice about how black i sometimes feel. The black coal-bag locked inside you, and the black look it puts on your face, doesn’t mean you’re going to string yourself up or sling yourself under a double-decker or chuck yourself out of a window or cut your throat with a sardine-tin or put your head in the gas-oven or or drop your rotten sack-bag of a body on to a railway line, because when you’re feeling that black, you can’t even move froim your chair. Anyway, i know i’ll never get so black as to hang myself, because hanging don’t look very nice to me, and never will, the more i remember old what’s-his-name swinging from the light-fitting. (...) because you know, i shan’t ever kill myself. Trust me. I’ll stay alive half-barmy till i’m a hundred and five, and then go out screaming blue murder because i want to stay where i am”.
Alan Sillitoe, “On Saturday Afternoon”
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
It's all happening!
Si am vazut unul din ACELE filme aseara. "Almost Famous" (Cameron Crowe) povesteste despre rock’n’roll-ul din anii ’70, despre o trupa care reuseste sa cante rock'n'roll in anii aia, si despre un baiat care le descrie povestea in Rolling Stone.
Poveste simpla simpla despre toate stralucirile posibile ale unei lumi cu care am avut - sau am - ceva tangente. Doar ca din film, si din ceea ce a lasat filmul in urma, a reiesit ca lumea asta ar putea fi mult mai frumoasa, mult mai sclipitoare, decat este pentru mine. Oamenii sunt mai frumosi atunci cand vrei sa fie frumosi, ranile se vindeca mai repede cand inveti sa razi de ele.
Mi-a placut personajul Penny (Kate Hudson), pentru ca a stralucit in toate cadrele din film, chiar si atunci cand se sinucidea. Si mi-a placut William, pentru ca a stiut cum sa faca lucrurile sa i se intample. Asa cum eu nu am stiut, cel putin pana acum.




Poveste simpla simpla despre toate stralucirile posibile ale unei lumi cu care am avut - sau am - ceva tangente. Doar ca din film, si din ceea ce a lasat filmul in urma, a reiesit ca lumea asta ar putea fi mult mai frumoasa, mult mai sclipitoare, decat este pentru mine. Oamenii sunt mai frumosi atunci cand vrei sa fie frumosi, ranile se vindeca mai repede cand inveti sa razi de ele.
Mi-a placut personajul Penny (Kate Hudson), pentru ca a stralucit in toate cadrele din film, chiar si atunci cand se sinucidea. Si mi-a placut William, pentru ca a stiut cum sa faca lucrurile sa i se intample. Asa cum eu nu am stiut, cel putin pana acum.




Monday, October 13, 2008
Thursday, October 09, 2008
lucruri mici si lucruri mari
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
paradise
oricine, orice ar zice, acolo e paradise, in cel mai propriu sens al cuvantului. am citit la terasa, am mers cu canoe, am vazut sute de meduze uriase si ratze zburatoare, am inotat departe cu vesta de salvare care ma facea sa plutesc. am vazut epava de aproape si am facut baie dimineata, cand inca nici nu ma trezisem de fapt cu totul, si mi-era incredibil de cald si incredibil de somn.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
uac
din delta am venit cu mai multe curiozitati si lucruri de cautat pe wikipedia. printre ele, cum de broastele pot sa “cante” toata noaptea si toata ziua…. n-am inteles prea bine cand se doarme pe lac. a doua curiozitate: mecanismul aprinderii licuricilor. cel pe care l-am vazut eu parea sa se aprinda cand il luminam cu lanterna sau cand il speriam prea tare. a treia intrebare, cum se spune leustean in engleza (am aflat – lovage), iar a patra, cum se numea trupa care a castigat eurovisionul acum doi ani cantat un fel de black metal (lordi haha).
in delta mi-au placut cel mai mult culorile.
animalele din delta
nu mi-au placut pelicanii cum mi-au placut vacutzele. si nu mi-au placut toate celelalte pasari si animale specifice asa cum mi-au placut cainii pisicii sau caii. :)









Thursday, April 10, 2008
We could flood the streets with love or light or heat whatever
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