Sunday 27 February 2011

dreamer.looking for dreams



I get out of bed sometimes and i look outside the window.
there's always this rush.
people who read magazines,
people who smoke,
who cross the street,
who drive someone else's cars.
people.nothing less, nothing more
and there's, of course, always someone calling,
asking me something.
just like there is always someone leaving
while i take a shower.
you don't know exactly who you are
since there's so much coming and going,
but it would be weird to stop for a second
and ask where the memories have gone.
was it when i got drunk that night,
or when i bought the glittered dress?
is it that i lost them in every person
i touched?
oh, i hope not. i barely know their names.
so this is it. you wake up one morning
and the only thing you know about yourself
is someone else's name.

Friday 25 February 2011

you dead?

If you look outside and it s snowing,then you should know it s fucking winter.Stop waiting for summer,and accept it.It s winter,put some clothes on and make a snow man.
It s important how we deal with things we don t like.I realized this after two weeks spent in my house.That s what i do.If there s something i don t like,i don t try to change it,i do all kind of things that make me feel useful,but in the same time the things i m doing keep me away from reality,i ignore what i don t like and wait until i have what i need.But who said that what i don't need is not also important?It s not fucking summer now,tomorrow i m not going to the seaside,i m going to make a snow man

yeah


Memories of people who touched you
Are on your skin,
Just like photos on the camera.
at your death
they ll take a DNA test
to know who lasted longer
beside you
i guess at mine
the forensics will be confused

ma simt ca o fotografie supraexpusa


I’m writing this half drunk
At a concert I could exchange
with a boring conversation on instant messenger.
In the toilet, I ask every girl
Who’s waiting at the queue
If there is love
They all say yes and smile
And hug me.
They probably think I broke up with my boyfriend.
But there ain’t no boyfriend;
and there ain’t no love;
five glasses of vodka
killed all my muses.
what was God thinking when he made alcohol?

Sunday 13 February 2011

The master.

born into this
into hospitals which are so expensive that it's cheaper to die
into lawyers who charge so much it's cheaper to plead guilty
into a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closed
into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes

Wednesday 2 February 2011

la multi ani

M-ai sunat ieri sa mi zici "la multi ani" si nu mi aduc aminte nimic altceva..Pentru ca n-a fost nimic altceva.Pentru ca nu mai e nimic altceva.Imi amintesc doar vocea,dormeam cand m-ai apelat.M-am uitat la durata de la received calls.00:10.Cu asta am ramas.Cu niste formalitati idioate.Probabil te duceai la serviciu.Probabil te-ai gandit la mine toata ziua.Probabil ne-am obisnuit atat de mult cu absenta celuilalt ca ai uitat cum e sa ti fie dor.Probabil totul,sigur doar cele 10 secunde.Si apropo,ti-ai dat seama ca vorbim numai prin offlineuri?How the hell did we end up like this?