I feel safe, I feel warm when you're here
Then I do no wrong
I am cured, when I'm by your side
I'm alright, alright
I am safe, when I am with you
And I feel warm, if you want me to
I am cured, when I'm by your side
I'm alright
Careful where you stand, My love
Careful where you lay your head
It's true we're always looking out for one another
I feel safe, when I am with you
I feel warm, when you want me too
I am cured when you are around
I'm alright
So I'd like a quiet time please
Yeah, I'd like a quiet time
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Saturday, August 18, 2007
events
Azi am vazut un film tare prost - Blade of glory. Nu stiu de ce nu ne-am uitat pe afis inainte. Am ras, totusi.
Ma tot gandesc la concertul Muse de pe 7 (parca) octombrie, de care am aflat zilele astea. As merge. Acum ma uit la videoclipuri pe www.muse.mu. Numai ca e sambata, si s-ar putea sa nu pot merge, altfel I'll be there. Nu stiu de ce nu m-am dus la Gotan Project, cand au fost, ma gandeam mai devreme. Si Alex zice ca vin si Pink Martini, that would be a must for us. Toata lumea zice ca au fost multe concerte anul asta in Bucuresti. De calitate. Se mira toti.
Tocmai am vorbit la telefon, am baut 5 cani de bere de sete si cred ca ma opresc din scris. E prea cald. Abia astept sa vina toamna.
Such a lame post, cher journal. :)
Ma tot gandesc la concertul Muse de pe 7 (parca) octombrie, de care am aflat zilele astea. As merge. Acum ma uit la videoclipuri pe www.muse.mu. Numai ca e sambata, si s-ar putea sa nu pot merge, altfel I'll be there. Nu stiu de ce nu m-am dus la Gotan Project, cand au fost, ma gandeam mai devreme. Si Alex zice ca vin si Pink Martini, that would be a must for us. Toata lumea zice ca au fost multe concerte anul asta in Bucuresti. De calitate. Se mira toti.
Tocmai am vorbit la telefon, am baut 5 cani de bere de sete si cred ca ma opresc din scris. E prea cald. Abia astept sa vina toamna.
Such a lame post, cher journal. :)
Friday, August 17, 2007
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
in the dark
The night whose sable breast relieves the stark,
White stars is no less lovely being dark,
And there are buds that cannot bloom at all
In light, but crumple, piteous, and fall;
So in the dark we hide the heart that bleeds,
And wait, and tend our agonizing seeds.
Aveam 2 versuri din poezia asta intr-o agenda de cand eram la liceu, hm..de acum 9-10 ani, si mi-am adus aminte de ea azi.. din "From the Dark Tower", de Countee Cullen (cred ca se referea la miscarea de eliberare a negrilor, sau asa ceva :)
White stars is no less lovely being dark,
And there are buds that cannot bloom at all
In light, but crumple, piteous, and fall;
So in the dark we hide the heart that bleeds,
And wait, and tend our agonizing seeds.
Aveam 2 versuri din poezia asta intr-o agenda de cand eram la liceu, hm..de acum 9-10 ani, si mi-am adus aminte de ea azi.. din "From the Dark Tower", de Countee Cullen (cred ca se referea la miscarea de eliberare a negrilor, sau asa ceva :)
Sunday, August 12, 2007
Jean Gabin - Maintenant je sais
Paroles: Jean-Loue Dabadie 1974
Quand j'étais gosse, haut comme trois pommes,
J'parlais bien fort pour être un homme
J'disais, JE SAIS, JE SAIS, JE SAIS, JE SAIS..
C'était l'début, c'était l'printemps
Mais quand j'ai eu mes 18 ans
J'ai dit, JE SAIS, ça y est, cette fois JE SAIS !
Et aujourd'hui, les jours où je m'retourne
J'regarde la terre où j'ai quand même fait les 100 pas
Et je n'sais toujours pas comment elle tourne !
Vers 25 ans, j'savais tout : l'amour, les roses, la vie, les sous
Tiens oui l'amour ! J'en avais fait tout le tour !
Et heureusement, comme les copains, j'avais pas mangé tout mon pain :
Au milieu de ma vie, j'ai encore appris.
C'que j'ai appris, ça tient en trois, quatre mots :
"Le jour où quelqu'un vous aime, il fait très beau,
j'peux pas mieux dire, il fait très beau
C'est encore ce qui m'étonne dans la vie,
Moi qui suis à l'automne de ma vie
On oublie tant de soirs de tristesse
Mais jamais un matin de tendresse..
Toute ma jeunesse, j'ai voulu dire JE SAIS
Seulement, plus je cherchais, et puis moins j' savais
Il y a 60 coups qui ont sonné à l'horloge
Je suis encore à ma fenêtre, je regarde, et j'm'interroge ?
Maintenant JE SAIS, JE SAIS QU'ON NE SAIT JAMAIS !
La vie, l'amour, l'argent, les amis et les roses
On ne sait jamais le bruit ni la couleur des choses
C'est tout c'que j'sais ! Mais ça, j'le SAIS... !
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
"drink with your five senses"
Asta scria pe niste umbrelute cu reclama la Granini, in fata la City Grill. In gand mi-am spus - no thanks, prefer sa imi folosesc simturile intr-un mod mai placut decat band Granini.
Aseara am ajuns in Tineretului exact cand se termina spectacolul. "Salto Vitale", al trupei Tuig din Olanda.. cu apa, aer si foc, toate la un loc. Mi-a parut tare tare rau ca nu am ajuns la timp, dar am plecat tarziu de la tara si in 3 locuri se circula pe un singur sens, cu semafor. Partea buna e ca am invatat sa fac poze noaptea.
Si mi-e dor de concerte, si parca nici festivalul berii n-a fost anul asta. Sau sa nu fi stiut de el?
In seara asta am sosit acasa totally wet and cold, am facut un dus fierbinte si am spalat si hainele de pe mine, ma plouase rau de tot. In masina mi-au curs cateva picaturi de apa din par direct pe carte - am ajuns la pagina 140, btw.
Inca simt aroma de cirese cand respir, din narghileaua de mai devreme din barul ala in care am fost pentru prima data. Si am stat pe perne si am povestit cu Alex si Del si Razvan. Si in drum spre casa am aflat ca maine vine Frederic si sta la mine pana pe 10. Si apoi, din weekend, sunt singura acasa 2 saptamani, poate 3.
Si inca simt miros de narghilea de cirese.. mm.. :)
Si cam atat. Good night, cher journal.. Si o poza de la "Asas do destino".
Aseara am ajuns in Tineretului exact cand se termina spectacolul. "Salto Vitale", al trupei Tuig din Olanda.. cu apa, aer si foc, toate la un loc. Mi-a parut tare tare rau ca nu am ajuns la timp, dar am plecat tarziu de la tara si in 3 locuri se circula pe un singur sens, cu semafor. Partea buna e ca am invatat sa fac poze noaptea.
Si mi-e dor de concerte, si parca nici festivalul berii n-a fost anul asta. Sau sa nu fi stiut de el?
In seara asta am sosit acasa totally wet and cold, am facut un dus fierbinte si am spalat si hainele de pe mine, ma plouase rau de tot. In masina mi-au curs cateva picaturi de apa din par direct pe carte - am ajuns la pagina 140, btw.
Inca simt aroma de cirese cand respir, din narghileaua de mai devreme din barul ala in care am fost pentru prima data. Si am stat pe perne si am povestit cu Alex si Del si Razvan. Si in drum spre casa am aflat ca maine vine Frederic si sta la mine pana pe 10. Si apoi, din weekend, sunt singura acasa 2 saptamani, poate 3.
Si inca simt miros de narghilea de cirese.. mm.. :)
Si cam atat. Good night, cher journal.. Si o poza de la "Asas do destino".
"one day you'll love somebody so much that you'll go to the end of the world for her" - i said and i really wish it will happen to you one day..
and today you said "but i'm not that person for you.."
and i was sad that you thought of it but in the same time i was happy that you said it. (maybe first of all i should ask - do you want to be that person for me?, but maybe you do since you asked, and maybe that's what made me happy in the first place..)
and it is still in my mind, that "statement" of yours.. i want to write about it..
if love can be measured by where anyone would go for you... if it would only be that easy... then it should be simple enough.
if big words can show a person's heart then so be it. i can just be silent, that's all it takes, and you'll think... that it's all gone?
tomorrow i'll only be able to say 2 words to you, being busy again and again... and i can't explain all these things that run through my head...
how do you know what you are for me? how would you know? what should i do? i always thought that it's not good for you to know what i feel.. that it constraints you, that it limits your choices, that it gives you a responsibility to be careful with my feelings, with me. that it takes some of your freedom away.
maybe if i'd really really love you i'd write some other things. i'd make you smile. somehow i wish even this mail would make you smile.
i am here. i will be here. you were the most amazing thing that happened to me... i owe this to my blog. [omg:))]
i can give you time, and i can give you patience, and i can give you my time, and a part of my life, and i can give you love. this is what i can give you. then, what are you for me? whom do i write such things? who makes me laugh and cry and smile and who makes my heart........ nevermind.
i give you a place in my heart and in my life, in all my life. i want to give you all these. it's so good i know you exist...
and if you expect me to behave in some particular way about going to the end of the world, you should know i've thought of it all... all... and please tell me about this again. and let's talk about it, i want us to talk about it.
and if that's not enough and if you think that's gonna end anyway because i don't love you "to go to the end of the world for you" i give you more, the most - i give you the freedom to leave. anytime. i'd even make you smile while leaving without even knowing what's inside of me.
and if that's not what you want, leaving, then i can let it be only friendship, knowing that i'll never have you again, that i'll never kiss you or make love to you ever again. and i wouldn't go if you want me to stay and i'll give you a hand and a shoulder to lean on if that's what you need and nothing more.
and i want you to be ok and i want to help and make it better, and i can give you a mirror to look in, and questions to answer, otherwise never answered (maybe), and confidence and balance.
and you gave me all these feelings that i can't even say in words, and all these wishes to be better than i am, and to do something with my life, and all these memories. and (you said this too one day) you gave me a reason to wake up in the morning for, would you know that? and you gave me this certainty that i can love again when i was so sure i can't be repaired, and the certainty that special people do exist, though now i can't think there's anyone as you are to me, for me.
this is what you are to me. all of this and this is only what i could express now.
and tell me distance is measured in kilometers, not in thoughts and heartbeats and smiles and longing and wishes and dreams and pillows i hug and memories in a blink of an eye. tell me. tell me about distance, about being far and being close.
tell me about going to the end of the world.
and more, and more than this... there's more... there's this feeling... this feeling that i am so happy to have met you, even if you'd be with somebody else. and there's this wish.. this wish that you'll be ok and that you'll let me know when you're not and that you'll run into my arms any hour, without hesitation, if you feel like.
and i need to thank you. thank you for making me feel this life worths living, a bit. thank you for walking a part of the road with me. thank you for letting me share all these with you and for giving me so much.
this is about my journey.
this is about going to the end of the world, it's about my going to the end of the world. it's what i can be for you and what i want to be for you and what i feel i need to be for you.
and you're so so special and i think i need you.. but i won't call you or keep you. at least i'll try.
now where is it?
where's the end of the world, can you tell?
and today you said "but i'm not that person for you.."
and i was sad that you thought of it but in the same time i was happy that you said it. (maybe first of all i should ask - do you want to be that person for me?, but maybe you do since you asked, and maybe that's what made me happy in the first place..)
and it is still in my mind, that "statement" of yours.. i want to write about it..
if love can be measured by where anyone would go for you... if it would only be that easy... then it should be simple enough.
if big words can show a person's heart then so be it. i can just be silent, that's all it takes, and you'll think... that it's all gone?
tomorrow i'll only be able to say 2 words to you, being busy again and again... and i can't explain all these things that run through my head...
how do you know what you are for me? how would you know? what should i do? i always thought that it's not good for you to know what i feel.. that it constraints you, that it limits your choices, that it gives you a responsibility to be careful with my feelings, with me. that it takes some of your freedom away.
maybe if i'd really really love you i'd write some other things. i'd make you smile. somehow i wish even this mail would make you smile.
i am here. i will be here. you were the most amazing thing that happened to me... i owe this to my blog. [omg:))]
i can give you time, and i can give you patience, and i can give you my time, and a part of my life, and i can give you love. this is what i can give you. then, what are you for me? whom do i write such things? who makes me laugh and cry and smile and who makes my heart........ nevermind.
i give you a place in my heart and in my life, in all my life. i want to give you all these. it's so good i know you exist...
and if you expect me to behave in some particular way about going to the end of the world, you should know i've thought of it all... all... and please tell me about this again. and let's talk about it, i want us to talk about it.
and if that's not enough and if you think that's gonna end anyway because i don't love you "to go to the end of the world for you" i give you more, the most - i give you the freedom to leave. anytime. i'd even make you smile while leaving without even knowing what's inside of me.
and if that's not what you want, leaving, then i can let it be only friendship, knowing that i'll never have you again, that i'll never kiss you or make love to you ever again. and i wouldn't go if you want me to stay and i'll give you a hand and a shoulder to lean on if that's what you need and nothing more.
and i want you to be ok and i want to help and make it better, and i can give you a mirror to look in, and questions to answer, otherwise never answered (maybe), and confidence and balance.
and you gave me all these feelings that i can't even say in words, and all these wishes to be better than i am, and to do something with my life, and all these memories. and (you said this too one day) you gave me a reason to wake up in the morning for, would you know that? and you gave me this certainty that i can love again when i was so sure i can't be repaired, and the certainty that special people do exist, though now i can't think there's anyone as you are to me, for me.
this is what you are to me. all of this and this is only what i could express now.
and tell me distance is measured in kilometers, not in thoughts and heartbeats and smiles and longing and wishes and dreams and pillows i hug and memories in a blink of an eye. tell me. tell me about distance, about being far and being close.
tell me about going to the end of the world.
and more, and more than this... there's more... there's this feeling... this feeling that i am so happy to have met you, even if you'd be with somebody else. and there's this wish.. this wish that you'll be ok and that you'll let me know when you're not and that you'll run into my arms any hour, without hesitation, if you feel like.
and i need to thank you. thank you for making me feel this life worths living, a bit. thank you for walking a part of the road with me. thank you for letting me share all these with you and for giving me so much.
this is about my journey.
this is about going to the end of the world, it's about my going to the end of the world. it's what i can be for you and what i want to be for you and what i feel i need to be for you.
and you're so so special and i think i need you.. but i won't call you or keep you. at least i'll try.
now where is it?
where's the end of the world, can you tell?
Thursday, August 02, 2007
thoughts
O mie de lucruri as scrie.. Si tot timpul asta in care am tacut.. in fiecare zi ma intrebam de ce nu pot scrie. Si am fost la Balcic, si as vrea sa scriu despre asta, si a fost si ziua mea si am primit cele mai frumoase cadouri ever. And my friends are very nice anyway. :P
Aveam magneti danonino pe frigider. Acum am altii, cu cuvinte, si de vreo 2 luni am facut si o strofa din ei. In seara asta am scris mai mult, o poezie intreaga. Sau nu poezie, nu stiu ce e. Am putut. E bine ca pot. E ceva trist totusi, asa a iesit ce am scris. Asa iese intotdeauna, trist. Sau doar cu sens. Ca si cum numai ce e trist are sens.
Intr-una din serile astea eram intr-un hotel oarecare si ma uitam in oglinda. Si parca ma vedeam pentru prima data. Si ma intrebam ce fac, asa, cu mine. Si mi-am pus capul in maini si apoi m-am uitat iar in oglinda. Si iar m-am intrebat ce o sa fac, asa in general. Parca ma uitam la altcineva, si m-am vazut altfel, ca si cum m-ar vedea cineva de pe strada. Cea mai buna parte a fost ca mi s-a parut ca am niste ochi foarte albastri.. sau nu stiu.. :)) Probabil ca se vedeau asa pentru ca mi-era somn si imi venea sa plang, si neonul ala...
Go away Narcis. :)
A, trebuie sa scriu si de piesele din Tineretului. De "Asas do destino" si de "Narcisse guette". Poate pun si cate o poza.
Si apoi am zis ca vreau acasa. Numai ca nu stiam unde e acasa.
Snt bine. Foarte bine. Mi se intampla lucruri minunate, la serviciu e bine, si fac o gramada de lucruri. Daca as avea mai mult timp doar..
E o parte din mine care s-ar putea sa nu plece niciodata, tristetea asta. A fost intotdeauna. Mi-ar fi rau fara ea, ne-am obisnuit de acum. E uimitor ce simt. Simt ca viata e ca o lada de gunoi, dar e frumoasa. E prima data cand zic asta. E frumoasa. Ce interesant. Am inceput sa am vise si sa ma bucur de ce se intampla? Chiar simt ca e frumoasa... Ce lame sa imi pun astfel de intrebari totusi. Acum. Like a kid.
O sa mai scriu. A inceput "Fix you" acum. I wonder how the hell I could fix myself. :)
Aveam magneti danonino pe frigider. Acum am altii, cu cuvinte, si de vreo 2 luni am facut si o strofa din ei. In seara asta am scris mai mult, o poezie intreaga. Sau nu poezie, nu stiu ce e. Am putut. E bine ca pot. E ceva trist totusi, asa a iesit ce am scris. Asa iese intotdeauna, trist. Sau doar cu sens. Ca si cum numai ce e trist are sens.
Intr-una din serile astea eram intr-un hotel oarecare si ma uitam in oglinda. Si parca ma vedeam pentru prima data. Si ma intrebam ce fac, asa, cu mine. Si mi-am pus capul in maini si apoi m-am uitat iar in oglinda. Si iar m-am intrebat ce o sa fac, asa in general. Parca ma uitam la altcineva, si m-am vazut altfel, ca si cum m-ar vedea cineva de pe strada. Cea mai buna parte a fost ca mi s-a parut ca am niste ochi foarte albastri.. sau nu stiu.. :)) Probabil ca se vedeau asa pentru ca mi-era somn si imi venea sa plang, si neonul ala...
Go away Narcis. :)
A, trebuie sa scriu si de piesele din Tineretului. De "Asas do destino" si de "Narcisse guette". Poate pun si cate o poza.
Si apoi am zis ca vreau acasa. Numai ca nu stiam unde e acasa.
Snt bine. Foarte bine. Mi se intampla lucruri minunate, la serviciu e bine, si fac o gramada de lucruri. Daca as avea mai mult timp doar..
E o parte din mine care s-ar putea sa nu plece niciodata, tristetea asta. A fost intotdeauna. Mi-ar fi rau fara ea, ne-am obisnuit de acum. E uimitor ce simt. Simt ca viata e ca o lada de gunoi, dar e frumoasa. E prima data cand zic asta. E frumoasa. Ce interesant. Am inceput sa am vise si sa ma bucur de ce se intampla? Chiar simt ca e frumoasa... Ce lame sa imi pun astfel de intrebari totusi. Acum. Like a kid.
O sa mai scriu. A inceput "Fix you" acum. I wonder how the hell I could fix myself. :)
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
am gasiiit... (iar)
imi tot rasuna in minte cantecul asta, si nu il gaseam nicaieri. am gasit din intamplare toata poezia - Te-ai dus, de Silvia Kaputikian.
Te-ai dus...dar sufletul meu stie,
nu-i despartire pentru noi,
stiu umbra mea o sa se-atie,
pe orice drum vom fi noi doi.
(...)
In clipa ta patrund si-n casa
si vijelie voi sufla,
voi rascoli hartii pe masa
si poate intreaga viata ta
si astfel n-ai... n-ai sa poti uita...
Hm, arata rau citita asa, da' melodia e asa frumoasa.. acuma, dac-as avea si acordurile..
Bwt, salut, cher journal.. o sa revin..
Te-ai dus...dar sufletul meu stie,
nu-i despartire pentru noi,
stiu umbra mea o sa se-atie,
pe orice drum vom fi noi doi.
(...)
In clipa ta patrund si-n casa
si vijelie voi sufla,
voi rascoli hartii pe masa
si poate intreaga viata ta
si astfel n-ai... n-ai sa poti uita...
Hm, arata rau citita asa, da' melodia e asa frumoasa.. acuma, dac-as avea si acordurile..
Bwt, salut, cher journal.. o sa revin..
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
a very nice song
..heard it on the radio these days..
Peter Kingsbery - Only the very best
No-one can have more than their due
I wanted life, I wanted you
only the very best
a reasonable request
This is too high a price to pay
Now they've taken you away
might as well take me
Down, down to hell for I don't care
they can put me anywhere
throw away the key
I always walked a definite line
cutting a dash, cutting it fine
And once, only once
did I lose control
I gave her my soul
I was immortal till today
now I feel a cold decay
crawling over me
No-one can have more than their due
I wanted life, I wanted you
only the very best
no other interest
This is the way you should remain
never feeling any pain
never growing old
Sleep little one, your night is here
mine is growing very near
oh, it's getting cold
Peter Kingsbery - Only the very best
No-one can have more than their due
I wanted life, I wanted you
only the very best
a reasonable request
This is too high a price to pay
Now they've taken you away
might as well take me
Down, down to hell for I don't care
they can put me anywhere
throw away the key
I always walked a definite line
cutting a dash, cutting it fine
And once, only once
did I lose control
I gave her my soul
I was immortal till today
now I feel a cold decay
crawling over me
No-one can have more than their due
I wanted life, I wanted you
only the very best
no other interest
This is the way you should remain
never feeling any pain
never growing old
Sleep little one, your night is here
mine is growing very near
oh, it's getting cold
Monday, July 09, 2007
Friday, June 29, 2007
sunsets
In avion, de la Frankfurt la Helsinki, joi, doua ore de apus, intr-una, asa, la miezul noptii (this is just to remember what reminded me of this text, which I read a few days before and it was like i read it for the first time).
- Tare mult îmi plac apusurile soarelui. Haide să vedem un apus de soare...
- Dar trebuie să aşteptăm..
- Ce să aşteptăm?
- Să aşteptăm ca soarele să apună.
La început ai fost nedumerit, apoi ai râs de tine însuţi. Şi mi-ai spus:
- Mereu mă cred la mine-acasă!
Şi ai adăugat, puţin după aceea:
- Ştii... când eşti trist, îţi place să priveşti apusul soarelui...
- Erai deci atât de trist în ziua celor patruzeci şi trei de asfinţituri?
Dar micul prinţ nu mi-a răspuns.
Monday, June 25, 2007
Monday, June 11, 2007
simple blog entry
Cher journal,
Slept a little after coming back from work, now I'm going out a bit to an unknown bar where we'll meet Dan and some other friends. Long time no see.
Missed a post like this, where to write about driving at night and listening to music. Missed missing driving.
And loved last evening (night) too, the rain and the most beautiful rainbow ever, la motoare, which we were all amazed by, and then playing the guitar with friends at smb's home. And Bailey's (just a liiitle, cause I was driving).
And all these thoughts about life that come and go, trying to survive.
Going out. See ya.
Slept a little after coming back from work, now I'm going out a bit to an unknown bar where we'll meet Dan and some other friends. Long time no see.
Missed a post like this, where to write about driving at night and listening to music. Missed missing driving.
And loved last evening (night) too, the rain and the most beautiful rainbow ever, la motoare, which we were all amazed by, and then playing the guitar with friends at smb's home. And Bailey's (just a liiitle, cause I was driving).
And all these thoughts about life that come and go, trying to survive.
Going out. See ya.
Saturday, June 09, 2007
my funny and useless thoughts on what's going on
In ziarul Libertatea, titlu mare: "Presa italiana i-a luat din nou in colimator pe ai nostri". Te gandesti - saracii "ai nostri", da, cum sunt ei discriminati peste tot din cauza ca sunt romani... Dedesubt, si mai mare, continuarea: "Un roman a incercat sa rapeasca trei fetite". Asa, ca o paranteza, e vorba de Libertatea, editia de 1 iunie. No comment, just feeling like puking and wishing they would all be k.i.l.l.e.d.
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Pe avizier la politia ilfov (asta merita fotografiata): un afis mare cu majuscule "Fara permis de munca nu puteti lucra in Marea Britanie". "Permis de munca" scris si mai mare, cel mai mare, si cu rosu. Dedesubt, peste 10 tigani (ei si ele, si cativa copii) in floarea varstei, frumosi ca brazii si cam la 25-30 de ani. Stateau. Pe iarba. Asa, ca-ntr-o marti. Si mancau seminte si beau bere. Cred ca isi doreau foarte mult sa munceasca. Oriunde. Doar ca ii impiedica permisul de munca. Noroc ca speranta de viata la ei e mai mica... dar au mai multi copii si ii fac din frageda pruncie, ca sa zic asa. Nu ca as avea ceva cu cineva...
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Dar revenind la politia ilfov, a fost frumos ca am ajuns acolo, pentru ca acolo lucra mama acum 10-15 ani (nu la politie, mama face hartzi). Had some flashbacks. Am mancat si dude, ca atunci, demult.
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Din seria "nu inteleg": singurii 2 politisti carora le-a sunat telefonul cand eram prin preajma... Unul avea ca sonerie "mission impossible" (I'd tell YOU what's impossible...), iar celalalt avea un fragment dintr-un film "To'arshu' capitan, to'arshu' capitan...".
Pretty motivating, cred ca se cred in filme. "Mergem pe acest drum inutil."
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In mod repetat (respectiv in tren si in tramvai) in ultimul timp, tot r-romi cu seminte dar si cu telefon la care pun manele. In tramvai, un nene chiar a comentat. Fara efect. E prea tare. La propriu, dar si la figurat (as in loud, but also cool). Probabil ca au card de memorie.
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Ca tot veni vorba de tren, trecea un baiat slab, care vindea reviste, si l-a enervat pe un macho cu tatuaj pentru ca i-a sarit peste geanta. L-a luat ala de guler si a inceput sa dea in el, in timp ce mama lui ii zicea "Lasa-l, ma Ionele, lasa-l". Dar era destul de calma. Si eu as fi fost mandra daca eram in locul ei, curajos baiat a crescut. Asa un Ionel sa tot ai, cred ca te simti de-a dreptul protejata, mai putin cand e beat si il superi.
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Ieri am aflat cine canta varianta aia noua de la "I want to know what love is", aia care e la radio des lately, cu accent oribil, de credeam ca e cantata de vreun arab. Este vorba de Julio. Iglesias. Ma tot intreb de ce.
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De 2 saptamani winampu merge pe repeat cu cate o piesa, pana cand dau eu next. Nu reusesc sa-l repar.
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Scriu de pe covor, de pe laptop, e cool.
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Ieri am fost la BookFest. A fost frumos, am cumparat 3 carti si m-am bucurat de atmosfera. Si am rasfoit atlase cu poze, si am oftat. A fost frumos. Si ma uitam la oameni, si la felul cum se comporta, si la oamenii de la edituri, care vindeau cartile. Cum spuneam, a fost frumos. M-am apucat deja sa citesc una dintre carti.
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Pe avizier la politia ilfov (asta merita fotografiata): un afis mare cu majuscule "Fara permis de munca nu puteti lucra in Marea Britanie". "Permis de munca" scris si mai mare, cel mai mare, si cu rosu. Dedesubt, peste 10 tigani (ei si ele, si cativa copii) in floarea varstei, frumosi ca brazii si cam la 25-30 de ani. Stateau. Pe iarba. Asa, ca-ntr-o marti. Si mancau seminte si beau bere. Cred ca isi doreau foarte mult sa munceasca. Oriunde. Doar ca ii impiedica permisul de munca. Noroc ca speranta de viata la ei e mai mica... dar au mai multi copii si ii fac din frageda pruncie, ca sa zic asa. Nu ca as avea ceva cu cineva...
***
Dar revenind la politia ilfov, a fost frumos ca am ajuns acolo, pentru ca acolo lucra mama acum 10-15 ani (nu la politie, mama face hartzi). Had some flashbacks. Am mancat si dude, ca atunci, demult.
***
Din seria "nu inteleg": singurii 2 politisti carora le-a sunat telefonul cand eram prin preajma... Unul avea ca sonerie "mission impossible" (I'd tell YOU what's impossible...), iar celalalt avea un fragment dintr-un film "To'arshu' capitan, to'arshu' capitan...".
Pretty motivating, cred ca se cred in filme. "Mergem pe acest drum inutil."
***
In mod repetat (respectiv in tren si in tramvai) in ultimul timp, tot r-romi cu seminte dar si cu telefon la care pun manele. In tramvai, un nene chiar a comentat. Fara efect. E prea tare. La propriu, dar si la figurat (as in loud, but also cool). Probabil ca au card de memorie.
***
Ca tot veni vorba de tren, trecea un baiat slab, care vindea reviste, si l-a enervat pe un macho cu tatuaj pentru ca i-a sarit peste geanta. L-a luat ala de guler si a inceput sa dea in el, in timp ce mama lui ii zicea "Lasa-l, ma Ionele, lasa-l". Dar era destul de calma. Si eu as fi fost mandra daca eram in locul ei, curajos baiat a crescut. Asa un Ionel sa tot ai, cred ca te simti de-a dreptul protejata, mai putin cand e beat si il superi.
***
Ieri am aflat cine canta varianta aia noua de la "I want to know what love is", aia care e la radio des lately, cu accent oribil, de credeam ca e cantata de vreun arab. Este vorba de Julio. Iglesias. Ma tot intreb de ce.
***
De 2 saptamani winampu merge pe repeat cu cate o piesa, pana cand dau eu next. Nu reusesc sa-l repar.
***
Scriu de pe covor, de pe laptop, e cool.
***
Ieri am fost la BookFest. A fost frumos, am cumparat 3 carti si m-am bucurat de atmosfera. Si am rasfoit atlase cu poze, si am oftat. A fost frumos. Si ma uitam la oameni, si la felul cum se comporta, si la oamenii de la edituri, care vindeau cartile. Cum spuneam, a fost frumos. M-am apucat deja sa citesc una dintre carti.
2 ani / subtitlu: "deci exista"
Deci.. sunt 2 ani de cand scriu aici deja. Mai rar acum, dar nu se stie.. poate o sa pot scrie iar.
O sambata dupa-amiaza acasa, e asa interesant. Citesc putin, poate fac si niste ordine, si apoi ies prin oras. Desi ploua. Imi place, ploua frumos. Ieri ii spuneam Ioanei ca am fost trista zilele astea si ca m-am gandit la multe, si mi-a raspuns interesant - sa ma apuc sa scriu. A zis ca in momentele astea e bine sa scrii, ca poate sa ii ajute pe altii. Mi-am spus ca da, e fascinant, in caz ca mor sa-mi citeasca lumea blogul. Tot ce mi-as putea dori vreodata.
Mai incolo ies prin oras.
Ieri la conferinta, cand se discuta despre educarea copiilor si importanta scolii in educarea lor, reprezentanta mec (mect? nici nu mai stiu) a tinut neaparat sa-si spuna parerea despre cazul elevului care s-a sinucis si despre emisiunile tv care acum ataca scoala (stim cu totii, dar precizez totusi - ala care avea o relatie cu profa lui de romana). Ca si cum despre asta vorbeam. Mai bine ar fi citit niste carti in loc sa piarda vremea cu tvul, i-am recomanda noi cateva for sure. Un discurs asa sec... Intre timp ascultam traducerea in engleza, suna mai bine. :)
A, si mai tin minte cand Gabi i-a scris pe geam(ul cabinei) lui Stingo ceva.. cu marker permanent.. ceva despre Tamara, ca il iubeste si e imbracata in roz. Si apoi cauta niste dezinfectant. Si ma bucur ca te-am vazut si ca am povestit, si ca am ras, btw, I think that was the best part.
Revenind... o sa dureze zeci de ani pana se va schimba ceva la nivel profund in ministerul educatiei. Cei care trebuie sa schimbe ceva sunt ei insisi "victime ale sistemului", cu acelasi limbaj si aceeasi gandire. Ce e mai trist e ca nici macar nu ii putem invinui, ei nici nu stiu cum ar trebui sa fie lucrurile. Sunt atat de multe de schimbat... Tu ai zis cel mai bine :)) "Si totusi, unde sunt copiii in toata chestia asta?"
Azi-noapte, deci, am dormit la hotel, undeva pe langa gara, cu colegii de curs, si am mers impreuna la sesiunea de dimineata. A fost interesant.
Azi au fost 29 de grade. Oare ce-i cu oamenii de zapada care au aparut prin oras? Si daca e ceva cu ei, fireste, de ce sunt gri?
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update: am adaugat ulterior subtitlu... stim de ce... a zis asta cineva ieri. confirm. :)
O sambata dupa-amiaza acasa, e asa interesant. Citesc putin, poate fac si niste ordine, si apoi ies prin oras. Desi ploua. Imi place, ploua frumos. Ieri ii spuneam Ioanei ca am fost trista zilele astea si ca m-am gandit la multe, si mi-a raspuns interesant - sa ma apuc sa scriu. A zis ca in momentele astea e bine sa scrii, ca poate sa ii ajute pe altii. Mi-am spus ca da, e fascinant, in caz ca mor sa-mi citeasca lumea blogul. Tot ce mi-as putea dori vreodata.
Mai incolo ies prin oras.
Ieri la conferinta, cand se discuta despre educarea copiilor si importanta scolii in educarea lor, reprezentanta mec (mect? nici nu mai stiu) a tinut neaparat sa-si spuna parerea despre cazul elevului care s-a sinucis si despre emisiunile tv care acum ataca scoala (stim cu totii, dar precizez totusi - ala care avea o relatie cu profa lui de romana). Ca si cum despre asta vorbeam. Mai bine ar fi citit niste carti in loc sa piarda vremea cu tvul, i-am recomanda noi cateva for sure. Un discurs asa sec... Intre timp ascultam traducerea in engleza, suna mai bine. :)
A, si mai tin minte cand Gabi i-a scris pe geam(ul cabinei) lui Stingo ceva.. cu marker permanent.. ceva despre Tamara, ca il iubeste si e imbracata in roz. Si apoi cauta niste dezinfectant. Si ma bucur ca te-am vazut si ca am povestit, si ca am ras, btw, I think that was the best part.
Revenind... o sa dureze zeci de ani pana se va schimba ceva la nivel profund in ministerul educatiei. Cei care trebuie sa schimbe ceva sunt ei insisi "victime ale sistemului", cu acelasi limbaj si aceeasi gandire. Ce e mai trist e ca nici macar nu ii putem invinui, ei nici nu stiu cum ar trebui sa fie lucrurile. Sunt atat de multe de schimbat... Tu ai zis cel mai bine :)) "Si totusi, unde sunt copiii in toata chestia asta?"
Azi-noapte, deci, am dormit la hotel, undeva pe langa gara, cu colegii de curs, si am mers impreuna la sesiunea de dimineata. A fost interesant.
Azi au fost 29 de grade. Oare ce-i cu oamenii de zapada care au aparut prin oras? Si daca e ceva cu ei, fireste, de ce sunt gri?
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update: am adaugat ulterior subtitlu... stim de ce... a zis asta cineva ieri. confirm. :)
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