Archive for Ianuarie, 2010

My only „if”

Asa cum am zis azi va las alt eseu.If-uri alea multe multe multe acolo sunt din cauza ca asta era tema:D.Enjoy!

My only „if”

I will tell you a story about a girl if you listen.She lived by the ocean so don’t be surprised if I tell you that every time she walks, she leaves behind a pice of her in every wave that’s calling me.You will not believe me if U tell you I’m waiting here alona for one hunfread days just to see her.One hundread days that just won’t mean a thing if I could catch an eye on her.I left on the beach a paper for her in wich I said „If I am a butterfy then I’ll be you’ll be my flower.If you are a fairy let’s make this a fairytale and if love is a drug then I guess I’m addicted.” and I prayed to GOd she’ll answear.
Keep listening because if cuts on paper hurt then they can be awful deep and you’ll se me wandering on this city’s streets.If she was a ghost, she haunted my every single dream.One night as I was going to the seaside, i decided to drown my hopes if she can’t make my soul walk on water.But here you are, waiting for my arrival and you will not leave me alone if I chisel your heart made of stone.The in your eyes, the truth in your lies made me think that even if the moon fell down tonight, there is nothing to worry about at all because you make the whole world to shine.
You would have understood if you had listened, and if you heard that means you’re here.



Asta e de fapt un eseu la engleza dar mesaju e acelasi si chiar sper sa va placa.Pentru mine sunt un fel de ganduri, amintiri si eliberari.O sa las cate unu in fiecare zi:D


It’s twelve o’clock in the night, another day has passed, another day came riding the feartherless wing of time.I’m sitting here, just me, a yellow old paper and a blody pen that is eating my feelings and is spitting them on the paper.I take my guitar, once a piece of art, now a ruin, cold as the grey stone walls that are surrounding me.
I thing these are my famous last words before I say goodbye to Sunday or Saturday.I don’t know what know what day is today just because her memory follows me everywhere I go.She is everywhere I go, everyone I see, summers gone and I still can’t sleep, winter’s on the way, at least that’s what they say, but this cloud won’t leave.She walked away barely breathing as I was lying on the floor and she took my heart as she was leaving because I didn’t need it anymore. But this is a memory, a ghost that keeps haunting you, keeps following you entering even the corners of your mind, like a demonic lullaby.So, as I’m playing the guitar, I gave that room a colour, maybe the colour of hope, but the only thing I managed to paint is a picture of a tear.
Suddenly I hear a noise, an echoed sound that seems like drops of water. The rain started and I watched it until the sunrise.The kiss of a sunbeam told me a story about never giving up.The sunbeam told me this:”I called a cloud just for you, I called the rain to wash your tears, now I came to remind you to believe in your dreams”.Then I realised that the sun was missing me and the moment I went outside to smell the enchanting autumn breeze I knew one thing:If you think in the past and always about the future you’ll never live your life in the present.You’ll be trapped forever.

declaratie de singuratate…

Doar o poezie facuta pentru cineva drag.

Declaratie de singuratate

Stau intins si ascult ale noptii culori

Ascult acest cantec negru ce-mi da fiori,

Stau si sterg amintiri de-odinioara

Sunt doar eu pe plaja goala.

Dar sarutul marii imi sopteste:

Uita-ma s-asculta zana ce-ti vorbeste!

Tu chiar nu auzi cum iti canta

O voce intai prin inima trecuta?

Privesc luna ce incet jeleste

Iubirea pentru marea ce-mi sopteste:

Esti un fluture far-o aripa

Pe care o gasesti la zana ce tipa.

Caldura se facu in inima mea

Atunci cand marii i-am purtat calea

Caci langa un copac singura am gasit

Zana cu aripa ce mi-am dorit.

In timp ce pictez portretu tau in inima mea

Sper ca atunci cand luna va cadea

Tristetii oamenii prada nu ii vor cadea

Caci doar tu faci sa straluceasca lumea.

Apoi izbugnesti in plans

Si certi o stea ce ti-a parasit privirea

La luna apoi ai ajuns

Si o certi ca ti-a furat iubirea

Dar pe mine te rog nu ma certa

Caci tot ce vreau sa fur e inima ta.