©Abis

E noapte, dar nu mi-e somn

E zi, dar vreau să dorm.

Să mă trezesc dintr-un abis de gânduri ofilite la marginea unui râu mi-e mult prea greu.

Dar ştiu că acolo, pe strada plină cu rămăşiţe

Acolo, departe... eşti tu.

Şi parcă noaptea devine zi şi ziua se transformă într-un vampir însetat de zâmbete.

Dar, noi ne pierdem în mare la răsărit, sau la apus, sau câteodată la ambele.

Şi din nou e noapte, dar nu mi-e somn

Căci...

Va fi curând zi şi voi dori să dorm.

© A letter to my heart

         Hello there. :) I am sorry for waking you up. I was just passing by and I wondered whether I should or not tell you a story.
         I will start with the story of a little heart that I found on the road few days ago: One day, there was a little, poor and kind heart, who had always dreamt of a day when she will find her Prince Charming. Finally, that day came and the little heart felt so much happiness. She laughed, singed, and felt kind of a joy that she couldn`t explain. But, one day, this heart started to feel unhappy because she thought that her Prince Charming doesn`t love her anymore. Of course, that wasn`t true, but she cried and cried for a long time. She felt lonely and unhappy. Suddenly, all her paradise started to become a hell full of sadness and tears around. No more love, no more joy, everything disappeared.
              When I found her on the road she told me that she`s broken, but I felt kind of confused cuz I couldn`t understand the meaning of this word "broken". Then, she started to bleed so deep that I was really freaked out! She was crying and screaming, and finally she broke into a hundred of pieces. There were pieces all around me, and I was so scared that I couldn`t even say a single word.
               Then, I felt such a huge sadness inside me that I started to cry. That poor heart loved so much her Prince Charming and this love brought her to the death. Wasn`t she suppossed to live happy? Someone who loves so much have to be always loved!!!
              That`s why, my dear heart, I wanted to tell you this story. If you ever feel so sad don`t break into pieces, because you are a very important part of me. I would feel so lost and so bad, that I will cannot be able to support our body anymore. If someone hurts you just tell me and I will try as soon as possible to heal your wounds. You can`t suffer, I will never allow someone to make you break into pieces, cuz you are my little heart.

With love, your Brain.

© Coffee and sunshine

  Good morning! It`s 7 o`clock in the morning. I am watching the sky and listening to some old songs that I found in your car. You`re still sleeping, but don`t worry, I have the coffee and the music with me.
    Hmmm..it`s really a nice morning, and I have the feeling that I`m gonna have a special day. I don`t really care about the time that I will have to spend into a room, maybe working, or just fooling around, cuz now I`m here, drinking my cup of coffee while you are sleeping.
     I am wondering what are you dreaming of. I hope that nothing bothers your sleep , cuz you are really cute. A noise takes me out from my wonders. Someone hit the table, and that means that you woke up.
         Come here, sit down. I`m going to bring you a cup of coffee as bigger as mine. You know, sometimes nothing`s better than just your face in the morning, and your playful hair. It makes me smile and feel like I don`t need something else.
        Here`s your coffee. Enjoy your sunshine, dear love. :)

©Şi totuşi...

Şi uite aşa s-a mai dus o poveste.

Şi uite aşa am rămas aici.

Era o altă stranie minune care se pare că s-a terminat.

Şi totuşi, eu te iubesc ştrumfule.

©Poate doar o altă frustrare.

         Poate că timpul nu e chiar ceea ce pare a fi. Vechile poveşti despre cum te poţi vindeca prin timp par a fi acum nişte vorbe pe care "parcă" le-am auzit cândva.
         Ştie cineva sentimentul de "trăiesc cu speranţa că maine va fi mai bine"? Dacă da, atunci mai sunteţi normali? Căci eu mă îndrept pe zi ce trece spre un abis ciudat. Încerc să nu plâng, încerc să rămân calmă şi să-mi spun "lasă...totul e ok", daaaaar, mi-e greu să văd "OK-ul" din această poveste.
           Desigur, trebuie să fim optimişti, deci hai să sărim în sus de fericire pentru ca aşa trebuie. Dacă nu eşti optimist, eşti emo. Eşti clar un specimen de emo fără nicio speranţă. Şi de ce? A, păi pentru că eşti puţin trist şi nu vezi "lumina" în momentele alea.
           Dacă spui realitatea înseamnă că exagerezi! Clar! Dacă laşi o ceaşcă de cafea nespălată 2 zile şi vine mama ta şi-ţi zice:"Băi, tu, nu ai spălat ceaşca aia de mult timp!", e clar, e o exagerată fără scrupule. Adică pe bune, cum îndrăzneşte să exagereze atât? Sfatul meu: daţi-o dracu de ceaşcă de cafea, mai bine spargeţi-o!
            Oameni buni, vi se întâmplă să aveţi nevoie de o îmbrăţişare caldă şi un zâmbet? Ei bine, mie mi se întâmplă destul de des, dar nu prea sunt luată în serios. Mai ales în momentele mele de tristeţe (sau de emo, cum e mai nou moda) aş vrea să fiu strânsă în braţe tare, tare, tare, tare, tare! Misiune imposibilă.
           Eu vă sfătuiesc să daţi check-in când mergeţi în cameră să plângeţi şi să spuneţi:"Sunt un emo acum. Do not disturb." Pe bune, pe mine mă tâmpeşte chestiunea asta! Cum mama ***** (ca să mă cenzurez, în caz de copii pe blog)  să crezi că o persoană e emo dacă se simte tristă? Dar dragă, tu n-ai stări de nervozitate şi de tristeţe? La tine viaţa e roz? Dă-mi şi mie puţin din rozul tău, te rog. :)
            Vă spun sincer: timpul vă afundă, timpul vă nenoroceşte fără să vă daţi seama când.

                                 P.S. : Emo ăsta care tocmai a scris postul de mai sus se pregăteşte de plecare.

How does a girl become a girl?

        " A girl is born and her parents buy her pink and frilly things...but they really wanted a boy. They buy her dolls and doll houses, and tell her she must not play with her brother`s erector sets.
         While her brother is dreaming of becoming president, doctor or astronaut, the little girl is told that she wantsto be a secretary or a nurse - or an astronaut`s wife.
         At school: Girls are expected to be quiet and well behaved while boys are expected to play rough and wild. Boys are expected to ask questions and be logical - girls to be diligent and good at details. Teachers, like parents, think it`s important for boys to go to college to get a good job - but all a girl has to learn is how to be some man`s good secretary until she`s some man`s good wife. And the danger that she might not be a wife is the worst threat of all, held over her to make her behave.
          To get a man she has to be both sexy and sexless - because a man is supposed to be experienced whe he marries, but a girl is supposed to be a virgin. If we`re natural about sex, we are used by men and disgraced by society and made to feel ashamed and guilty ourselves. But if we are not natural about it, we are put down for that too, called uptight and frigid - and in fact do become afraid of our sexual feelings. "

From "Sisterhood is Powerful"