Hello!

Aş vrea să fiu aşa uşor
Să poţi să mă respiri fără să ştii,
Să nu mai ies din trupul tău
Decît atunci cînd trupul tău nu va mai fi.

Îmi spui că se întîmplă des,
Iar eu te cred - nimic nu e perfect -
Şi-atunci vorbesc prea mult
S-ascund aşa tăcerile din piept...

Tu vrei să joci fără să rişti
Şi să cîştigi război după război,
Nu-ţi pasă cîţi soldaţi omori,
Nu-ţi pasă că soldaţii sîntem noi...

Tu rîzi cu rîsul tău frontal
Şi-aş renunţa dacă aş fi deştept:
Am răni mai reci decît zăpada,
Mai reci decît tăcerile din piept.

N-am stat şi nu m-am tîrguit,
Ba chiar am oferit mereu mai mult,
Deşi chiar tu m-ai prevenit,
Am refuzat, refuz şi-acum s-ascult.

Şi-apoi, să ştii, e-aşa plăcut
Şi merită oricît să stau s-aştept
În miezul zilei să-ţi aşezi
Tu fruntea pe tăcerile din piept...

"Ma intorc acasa. E zgomot in camera. Necazul si Singuratatea fac dragoste in patul meu, fara prezervativ , se-ntelege. Iarasi o sa ma pricopseasca cu o droaie de copii. Sper sa nu ia vreo boala” –Martin Page

Am ales un alt video pe care vreau sa-l impart cu voi
Sper sa va placa
As vrea sa vad si filmul,cred ca e interesant



Memorable quotes for
My Blueberry Nights

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Elizabeth: Why do you keep them? You should just throw them out.
Jeremy: No. No, I couldn't do that.
Elizabeth: Why not?
Jeremy: If I threw these keys away then those doors would be closed forever and that shouldn't be up to me to decide, should it?
Elizabeth: I guess I'm just looking for a reason.
Jeremy: From my observations, sometimes it's better off not knowing, and other times there's no reason to be found.
Elizabeth: Everything has a reason.
Jeremy: Hmm. It's like these pies and cakes. At the end of every night, the cheesecake and the apple pie are always completely gone. The peach cobbler and the chocolate mousse cake are nearly finished... but there's always a whole blueberry pie left untouched.
Elizabeth: So what's wrong with the blueberry pie?
Jeremy: There's nothing wrong with the blueberry pie. Just... people make other choices. You can't blame the blueberry pie, just... no one wants it.
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Elizabeth: [wiping her tears] How do you say goodbye to someone you can't imagine living without? I didn't say goodbye.
[pause]
Elizabeth: I didn't say anything. I just walked away.
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[last lines]
Elizabeth: It took me nearly a year to get here. It wasn't so hard to cross that street after all, it all depends on who's waiting for you on the other side.
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Katya: Sometimes, even if you have the keys those doors still can't be opened. Can they?
Jeremy: Even if the door is open, the person you're looking for may not be there, Katya.
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Jeremy: A few years ago, I had a dream. It began in the summer and was over by the following spring. In between, there were as many unhappy nights as there were happy days. Most of them took place in this café. And then one night, a door slammed and the dream was over.
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Leslie: You're hopeless...
Elizabeth: You're hopeless too!
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Elizabeth: When you're gone, all that is left behind are the memories you created in other people's lives or just a couple of items on a bill.
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Leslie: Sometimes your rhythm's off, you read the person right but still do the wrong thing.
Elizabeth: Because you trust them?
Leslie: Because you can't even trust yourself.

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De nespus ar fi multe...majoritatea nu prezinta interes,altele din contra tocmai de aceea sunt evitate.Cine decide asta?
Unele sunt de-a dreptul jenante,pretioase sau provoaca suparare.

Societatea ne instiga la tot felul de actiuni pe care in mod natural si inconstient nu le-am adopta.

Intr-o zi perfecta de 13,cu dureri de cap ...usturimi de gat si mai rau de atata stranuturi in batiste imaculate de hartie ,sunt multe provocari la cuvinte nespuse.Cine are gripa si de ce?
Cine are ceva de nespus?
Zambetul ascunde orice urma de indoiala

Am ales subiectul gripa ,e mai general... sa nu abordez alte chestii spinoase si sa sufoc Opera cu arici si aricioase

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Ciresele cresc in lazi



Iti scriu domnita printr-un flutur de la castelul zânelor



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