tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864987462689744842024-03-12T20:43:52.983-07:00"O constiinta vinovata simte nevoia de a se confesa.Operele de arta sunt confesiuni."Kerrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16506206211312903100noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086498746268974484.post-61709044680560020492012-11-04T07:10:00.000-08:002012-11-04T07:10:19.421-08:00CozonaciMai stii cand promiteam<br />
stele noi pe cerul nostru?<br />
Da,da, atunci, in seara aia,<br />
cand eu ti-am zis ca...<br />
Cand n-am dormit,<br />
de frica sa nu ma mai trezesc,<br />
caci toate se-ntorceau in mine<br />
de parca-ar fi uitat unde sa stea.<br />
Gandeam doar c'un rinichi,<br />
Sau cu 3 metacarpiene?<br />
M-am indoit pana-am plesnit<br />
Si bucatele,bucatele<br />
m-am amestecat si topit<br />
diluata cu ruj rosu,<br />
am crescut,sus pe dulap,acoperita.<br />
<br />Kerrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16506206211312903100noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086498746268974484.post-27728020477505439372012-06-09T08:19:00.000-07:002012-06-09T08:19:08.459-07:00PrezentPrezentul. Ne departam incet incet de tot ceea ce semnifica, uitam de fericirea lui striviti sub greutatea posibilelor consecinte viitoare sau a fricii declansate de trecut. De ce omul nu mai traieste ACUM, AICI decat pentru cateva secunde, ca imediat dupa fericirea sa fie inundata de ganduri...opriti-va sa mai ganditi,nu va mai separati de cei din jurul vostru, de natura, de astre, pentru ceea ce a fost si poate ca va fi.<br />
Este laudabil astazi ca omul modern <i>nu are regrete</i>; regretele au disparut doar pentru a face loc chinurilor apasatoare, traind sub prea multi <i>daca</i>. Cumpatarea extremista, daca se poate numi asa, face ca prezentul sa dispara fiind intins prea tare intre trecut si viitor. De ce uitati ca timpul nu e maleabil? Nu-l puteti construi cu mana voastra spre a va fi bine,sacrificand <i>clipa</i> pentru <i>durata</i>. Intalniti puterea, pacea, implinirea si toate devin de o forta izbitoare, aproape palpabila, transmisibila celor din jurul vostru, realizati astfel <i>bucuria momentului</i> doar pentru suferinta ulterioara datorita negarii unei transformari radicale..spre bine.<br />
Nu exista viata fara durere si dezamagire, dar scopul vietii este de a invata sa traim cu ele, nu de a fugi in incercarea disperata de a le evita.Pentru a respecta si a accepta <i>clipa</i>, mintea trebuie supusa observarii, nu controlului pentru ca din dorinta de ordine si din frica de necunoscut, acoperiti prezentul cu trecut si viitor, fara cale de intoarcere.<br />
Sa nu mai uitam ca o continuare a lui <i>Carpe diem!</i> este <i>quam minimum credula postero</i><span style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 19px;"><i>...</i></span></span>Kerrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16506206211312903100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086498746268974484.post-56051005723600630982012-05-06T09:45:00.003-07:002012-05-06T09:45:56.723-07:00Se deshid ferestrele si intra in casa mea, ingloband in sunet tot ce am, tunetul. Se furiseaza pe sub pat, pe sub fotolii, din ce in ce mai aproape, ploaia. Tu, dragul meu, completezi simfonia mea de simturi, caci picaturile aduc cu sine-si mirosul tau dulceag,si gustul buzelor tale acum deja amare. Imaginea ta se plazmuieste in gandurile mele, aproape ca te vad, te pot atinge, asa cum ating ploaia. Ce zi e astazi? E eu, tu, noi? Nu mai tin minte. S-a spart calendarul cand ai respirat toata plentitudinea fiintei tale pe gatul meu, sa te faci auzit, vazut, simtit. Afla dragul meu, ca de atunci ocupi tot, pana la frontierele gandirii mele si liniile corpului meu. Vezi ce mica e fiinta mea? Nu iti poti intinde mainile,cum faci dimineata, caci eu m-as rupe incercand sa te cuprind in mine, nu poti sa zbori, n-ai loc. Eu sunt prea mica.<div>
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-Sigur."<br />
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Promisiunile ar trebui sa fie interzise. Promisiunile si juramintele. Pentru ce sa ne legam de cuvinte, mai mult decat deja suntem daca oricum trecem mereu de granita lor?Kerrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16506206211312903100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086498746268974484.post-78564630371107039822012-04-27T06:12:00.002-07:002012-04-27T06:12:20.805-07:00Dezamagim in fiecare zi, fiecare persoana care risca increderea in noi. Ne schimbam dupa? Devenim alte persoane, mai bune? Ramanem lafel? Cate pareri diferite..<br />
Spui ca sper la lucruri imposibile, ca inapoi nu se merge. Sfasietor,dureros,fericit,indiferent...simtim pe rand, toate de-odata si ne indreptam catre "inainte" dar privind inspre "inapoi". Esti fericit, eu te iubesc si ar trebui, deci, sa fiu si eu fericita-nu sunt. Dar te rog sa ma crezi ca incerc...si iarasi imi promit mie ca nu mai scot fotografia din sertar; ca inelul de pe deget e... doar un inel, nu ma mai uit la trandafirii dintre ziare,pastrati cu grija atata timp...da...atata timp. Ma intorci, eu vin de fiecare data, dar, din pacate, doar ca sa pot pleca din nou. Erai poate mai mult decat as fi meritat si totusi, devii mai putin in fiecare zi. Contrar tuturor defectelor tale, greselilor tale si sangerarilor pe care le-ai pornit fara a fi capabil sa le opresti la timp, nu-mi mai gasesc ratiunea actiunilor in tine, dar imi gasesc nebunia. Nebunia unui om liber inalntuit, care iubeste zalele..Kerrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16506206211312903100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086498746268974484.post-76401061880398385862011-07-01T14:46:00.000-07:002011-07-01T14:46:19.312-07:00Ars poeticaNu stiu sa vorbesc despre iubire.<br />
E adevarul si totusi nimeni nu ma crede,<br />
Pentru ca scriu, sau cred ca scriu.<br />
Mi-e greu in scris, mi-e greu in vorbe,<br />
Sa fac sa intelegeti..ca nu stiu.<br />
Eu pot insa sa simt mai sus ca voi,<br />
Ajung in alte sfere,pe care nu le stiti,<br />
Eu ruinez principiul vostru,<br />
Si nu conteaza pentru mine<br />
Ochii albastrii,verzi sau negrii,<br />
Buzele mici sau mari,<br />
Umerii lati si solduri stramte.<br />
Nici pentru voi, stiam.<br />
Insa cand eu iubesc,<br />
Doi ochi caprui,<br />
Doua buze egale,<br />
Doi umeri mici<br />
Si doua solduri late,<br />
Converg spre unul singur<br />
Care chiar daca e singur,<br />
E al meu.Iar eu's a lui.Kerrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16506206211312903100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086498746268974484.post-32506697927797569672011-06-26T12:16:00.000-07:002011-06-26T12:16:36.381-07:00Soldati<div><br />
</div><div>E o bataie alerta,</div><div>Zvacnirea venelor de sange,</div><div>Infiorarea ei in bratele tale.</div><div>Ii cauti mana, gatul, buzele,</div><div>Dar noaptea nu sunt de gasit,</div><div>Acolo langa tine.</div><div>Ti-e dor, si ei ii este...</div><div>Cu timpul impotriva voastra,</div><div>Visarea-i singurul pistol,</div><div>Iubirea va e frontul.</div><div>Luptati-va pana in zori,</div><div>Pana-n amurgul vietii voastre.</div><div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Cat de fierbinte esti,</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Iubito-n seara asta</div><div style="text-align: center;">Iti arde pielea, ochii si buza de jos,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tanjeste corpul dup'o mangaiere,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tanjeste noaptea dupa soapta ta.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Luna de la geamul meu</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nu e nici pe departe ca si tine...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nu, tu esti a mea.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Iluzia iti strang la piept sub stele,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Te-as saruta acum, iubito,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Usor, in palma ta senina,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Te-as dezbraca pana la umeri</div><div style="text-align: center;">Doar sa-i vad goi si sa-i sarut,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ti-as mai aprinde ochii</div><div style="text-align: center;">cu lacrimile mele,</div><div style="text-align: center;">De n-ai fi tu, himera.</div>Kerrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16506206211312903100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086498746268974484.post-12887752357564302772011-06-16T12:35:00.000-07:002011-06-16T12:35:37.821-07:00SarutulAs fi venit eu<br />
Sa iti invalui camera-n parfum.<br />
As fi intrat doar...un minut.<br />
Secundele-ar fi fost de-ajuns<br />
Sa te sufoce pana in bratele mele.<br />
Ai fi urmat mirosul<br />
Si el te-ar fi condus<br />
De-a lungul coapsei mele<br />
Pe soldul alungit,<br />
Pe curba unei talii prea subtiri,<br />
Pe san, pe gat,pe gura.<br />
Dar pan' la sarutare,<br />
Pan' la dorinta implinita<br />
Mai ai un pas.<br />
Sarutul.<br />
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</div>Kerrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16506206211312903100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086498746268974484.post-87159539263648995872010-08-29T16:04:00.000-07:002010-08-29T16:08:48.065-07:00Mirror, mirror in the wall...<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9pghFrxrbaXZhledrMVOcrJR8eBg5QuWX_XRbdhQyhIiihrRuO_jAmg-YexK0Bl6l77KeeI9CrB_fhDGbTZaQJWnku7-QJcF5LuFaJYcLt-dpezE-woZkQk9woJkxfkYzeEP8c4srF_zU/s1600/Mirror_by_SamurajGrzes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9pghFrxrbaXZhledrMVOcrJR8eBg5QuWX_XRbdhQyhIiihrRuO_jAmg-YexK0Bl6l77KeeI9CrB_fhDGbTZaQJWnku7-QJcF5LuFaJYcLt-dpezE-woZkQk9woJkxfkYzeEP8c4srF_zU/s320/Mirror_by_SamurajGrzes.jpg" /></a></div>Oglinda dintre mine si tine,</div><div style="text-align: center;">E ca tu vezi coltul gurii in sus</div><div style="text-align: center;">Si eu vad minciuni de dupa zambet.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Oglinda dintre noi doi,</div><div style="text-align: center;">E ca tu vrei sa vezi copilul,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Si eu vreau sa vad sicriul.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Foita mea de argint</div><div style="text-align: center;">Straluceste doar cand ucide</div><div style="text-align: center;"> lumineaza doar in sange</div><div style="text-align: center;">si reflecta doar criminalul.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Foita ta de argint</div><div style="text-align: center;">E indoita...</div><div style="text-align: center;">De foita mea.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Oglinda ta </div><div style="text-align: center;">E destul de lucioasa </div><div style="text-align: center;">Incat sa formeze imaginea ei.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Oglinda mea</div><div style="text-align: center;">Arata doar mintea ei</div><div style="text-align: center;">Si se intuneca.</div><div style="text-align: center;">In oglinda ta</div><div style="text-align: center;">Se vad toti.</div><div style="text-align: center;">In oglinda mea...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Salasuiesc suflete nevazute</div><div style="text-align: center;">Si reincarnari si zane,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Si eu nu.</div>Kerrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16506206211312903100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086498746268974484.post-83198126429846324972010-08-24T15:11:00.000-07:002010-08-24T15:11:00.105-07:00Loving the lies...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyt2yR-wDOoo3eF8a7wECGQ3oGpOnV9j1sMWMsZcAgoSSsKgrb8zuXigRWo8ZekxSgx0Rih_cLOI4saAjIIOtxXYfb26TI_5fOso2_uLHzFCO5v6yF7VmC9xXvjIUgVP_2bB4WZaqat1fh/s1600/tumblr_l6qo0oglmh1qbbw9no1_r1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyt2yR-wDOoo3eF8a7wECGQ3oGpOnV9j1sMWMsZcAgoSSsKgrb8zuXigRWo8ZekxSgx0Rih_cLOI4saAjIIOtxXYfb26TI_5fOso2_uLHzFCO5v6yF7VmC9xXvjIUgVP_2bB4WZaqat1fh/s320/tumblr_l6qo0oglmh1qbbw9no1_r1_500.png" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">now think.</div>Kerrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16506206211312903100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086498746268974484.post-35343050388771131892010-08-18T02:13:00.000-07:002010-08-18T02:13:36.559-07:00De ce ciocnim pahare..<div style="text-align: center;">Atat de neagra-i noaptea,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pe-atat de dulce-i vinul.</div><div style="text-align: center;">In negura ta sigur,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Doar doua pahare simti.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sarata-i apa ta iubire,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Si prea sinuasa-ti calea,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pentru un fir de om fragil si languros,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ce doar cinci colturi are...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ii vezi culoarea-i sangerie,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Si-i simti mirosul...poate mult prea dulce,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ii gusti lichidul rece si oniric,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Atinge-i doar culcusul,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sacerdotal si schiop,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Si toate simturile-ti sunt in el.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Doar urechile iti plang ca nu-l percep,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Asa ca dai "cioc" si joci la dublu,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ca sa te reunesti cu totul in pahar.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Simtirea-i triviala,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dar tu ramai un puritan</div><div style="text-align: center;">Si-i cauti un eufemism: iubirea.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Caci numai ea iti este vinul...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dar vinul nu e ea.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_u3sYNNAnevR6wRrwmX494JARqpyrR7Lb2RKmSWffmhPpScKcmwr5n9oNUecvXYyMy7_U3_2txDCDyIxZJWG2SgOUSx0TEEqsxbohTcSKtKSlQ6L-Lq7lw0PjAHl9u85GvOUnWCTaFpJF/s1600/black-wine-bottle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_u3sYNNAnevR6wRrwmX494JARqpyrR7Lb2RKmSWffmhPpScKcmwr5n9oNUecvXYyMy7_U3_2txDCDyIxZJWG2SgOUSx0TEEqsxbohTcSKtKSlQ6L-Lq7lw0PjAHl9u85GvOUnWCTaFpJF/s320/black-wine-bottle.jpg" width="236" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">1</div><div style="text-align: center;">Viata ta sta intre zaruri,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Norocul tau e alb sau negru.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Inima ti-e neagra-n permanenta,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Albi...nici peretii nu mai sunt.</div><div style="text-align: center;">2</div><div style="text-align: center;">Iti imortalizezi momente-n tastatura,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Clipe pe care numai tu le stii</div><div style="text-align: center;">Si vrei ca ceilalti sa afle,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dar,ghinion...ei nu-inteleg.</div><div style="text-align: center;">3</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nu vrei sa stie ca tu poti,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Zici ca tu stii si iti ajunge,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dar, ghinion...te minti,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Asa cum faci de fiecare data.</div><div style="text-align: center;">4</div><div style="text-align: center;">Te complici pe tine insuti,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Doar ca defapt esti simplu.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Cunosti prea multe preturi</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dar nu stii nicio valoare.</div>Kerrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16506206211312903100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086498746268974484.post-26099580939945669122010-08-16T12:53:00.000-07:002010-08-16T12:53:56.465-07:00Fara sare,va rog!<div style="text-align: center;">Ma gandesc mai bine,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Si vad in jurul meu</div><div style="text-align: center;">Cate mi se iau si cate mi se dau.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mai vad si ca n-am nevoie.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tot ce vreau eu</div><div style="text-align: center;">E o bucata de aer</div><div style="text-align: center;">Numai pentru mine.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Si o cana de pat</div><div style="text-align: center;">In care sa dorm, </div><div style="text-align: center;">Numai cand vreau eu.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Un buzunar plin cu apa</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mi-ar ajunge un an de nopti.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pentru zile nu-mi trebuie.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Un tub cu cartofi,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pentru secundele mele infometate mereu.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Chelner...fara sare, te rog!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh855SohuTxZL1y0wSuvfiFpCngNDyzKLcO86zUX9U5yKFkDJCWwPypGSvimUfbZwajyyznP9p2BXKf09TvdKpoAvo4zjIqq2f54CbXfhl8f4jns3-NBvbDfJUN52IVaKH_nnen6xSccgLl/s1600/salt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh855SohuTxZL1y0wSuvfiFpCngNDyzKLcO86zUX9U5yKFkDJCWwPypGSvimUfbZwajyyznP9p2BXKf09TvdKpoAvo4zjIqq2f54CbXfhl8f4jns3-NBvbDfJUN52IVaKH_nnen6xSccgLl/s320/salt.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Kerrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16506206211312903100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086498746268974484.post-30294057123034479912010-08-16T05:05:00.000-07:002010-08-16T05:05:36.040-07:00Azi, de dimineata12 minute sa-mi fac curaj sa deschid ochii.Ceasul ala enervant ticaia in continuare, desi abia am detectat sunetul lui. Zicea ca e 5:08. Eu zic ca e nebun sigur caci simturile mele indica mai putin. Si intunericul orb de afara tot mai putin indica. Dar fie, fac ca ceasul si ma trezesc. <div>Tic-toc, tic-toc, tic-toc.Toc-tic.</div><div>Dusul m-a trezit prea tare si prea brusc. Prima gura de cafea a fost fierbinte si amara, asa ca am stabilit de comun acord cu ceasca sa ne separam momentan. Stiu ca ii vine greu...si mie imi vine greu. Sa-mi tin buzele departe de marginea ei perfecta, cand se incalzeste imediat ce ii trezesc apetitul cu cafea. Da stiu...dar imi place sa mai iau o pauza din cand in cand. </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoJDJ-eWR8eZJ7ZybNDVGCEeMzyugniiH1uSxJp-4viaTpG8LwVBeN5lUB4iIds1k1yYzUaxFipOA1J1VXQlJIOQPafkJtUm8qDIBNPajxdIYb7uac1zGPG8S0TarK_95vR1oaKnTsMBhL/s1600/59634680.2fbkqNw5.SadClock3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoJDJ-eWR8eZJ7ZybNDVGCEeMzyugniiH1uSxJp-4viaTpG8LwVBeN5lUB4iIds1k1yYzUaxFipOA1J1VXQlJIOQPafkJtUm8qDIBNPajxdIYb7uac1zGPG8S0TarK_95vR1oaKnTsMBhL/s320/59634680.2fbkqNw5.SadClock3.jpg" /></a>Arunc un servetel..si privirea mea se agata de un pachetel mic, visiniu din cosul de gunoi. Ah da, tigarile mele. Dar nu-mi pot aminti exact ce cauta acolo. Il ridic, verific sa vad daca a mai ramas ceva in el sau cojile de banana l-au fumat pe tot cat eu am dormit. E plin, lipsesc doar 2 tigari. Si totusi..cum de a ajuns acolo. Dupa ce pun in gura o tigara si o aprind imi amintesc: am zis ca ma las de luni.Mi-am jurat. Dar...imi caut o scuza si ma gandesc ca nici nu stiu ce zi e azi deci inca mai pot fuma in necunostinta. Mi-am amintit si ce zi ....e luni.Luni dimineata. Stiu asta sigur pentru ca numai azi ceasul enervant suna la 5.</div>Kerrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16506206211312903100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086498746268974484.post-56554452343327310922010-08-15T03:23:00.000-07:002010-08-15T03:23:43.526-07:00Prost<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYIwrezpmvivXFPi2T0f9BnspwBx_7siQdNfUGcSa3QH4K_50MNs37oDWXjoZV-w6uFyNdTzktm4H-acpewRzE5OPJ0evLWryZdOGHNQ47lIk4-7bcT8WiNWwal3VCPyJLyHAs6J0QdZVC/s1600/soul.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYIwrezpmvivXFPi2T0f9BnspwBx_7siQdNfUGcSa3QH4K_50MNs37oDWXjoZV-w6uFyNdTzktm4H-acpewRzE5OPJ0evLWryZdOGHNQ47lIk4-7bcT8WiNWwal3VCPyJLyHAs6J0QdZVC/s320/soul.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">De ce incerci tu,</div><div style="text-align: center;">suflet prost si parasit,</div><div style="text-align: center;">sa schimbi ceva?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Cumva nu iti convine nefiinta?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Te razvratesti aiurea</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pentru ca nu vei castiga nimic.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Te razbuni degeaba</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pentru ca nimanui nu-i pasa.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Adori ceva ce nu exista</div><div style="text-align: center;">Te rogi la nesiguranta</div><div style="text-align: center;">pentru siguranta.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Te-abati, si pleci pe alt drum rau</div><div style="text-align: center;">Doar ca sa iti atingi un scop.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ce scop? Il schimbi in fiecare zi.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nici tu nu stii exact ce o sa fie.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dar totusi speri </div><div style="text-align: center;">Ca cineva, ceva, acolo</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sus sau jos,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Te va ajuta.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dar nu te-ajuta, iti zic eu.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Te lasa singur, hoinarind,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Printre sperante moarte.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Te lasa doar ca sa le-ngropi</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ca altii sa nu calce-n ele.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sa nu urmeze</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ce urmezi si tu...</div><div style="text-align: center;">O cale proasta, suflet prost</div><div style="text-align: center;">Spre-o nemurire falsa.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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