L'amerture d'un syllogisme

"Ce n'est pas la peine de se tuer, puisqu'on se tue toujours trop tard."

Love

Because you loved me. And I loved you. And we were happy.

But then, we both fell in love with someone else. And it all fell apart. Burnt out feelings are still impregnated in my thin heart. But then?

Weren't we just strangers?

C'est pas ton amour

Seulement si tu veux mon amour tu entreras dans un délire indésirable. Et tu la veux. Plus que ta conscience. Mais... où est-ce que je suis? Dans ton coeur ou dessous ton petit pied, en étant préparé pour sentir comment tu marcheras dessus de moi.

Je t'attends. Viens chez moi. Viens vers moi!

          Est-ce que tu peux faire face à mon haine?

                      Qu' est-ce que on a été durant tout ce temps?




Rien.

Is it true?

Was it easier to change an Ugly Michael that loves you into a charming guy, than shifting an amazing Michael, that Hates you into one that could give you all his love? I guess you chose the shorter path, not the one that you really cared about, love. Tell me... was it worth it? Did it (the creature that is gaining my look through time) satisfy your requests?

Is it better than me? You chose living with a fake, loving a copy.


Wouldn't it be better to steal the original?

انها ذنبها

Daca crezi ca este vina ta... te inseli. Este mereu vina ei.

Daca aluneci pe gheata iarna - e vina ei.
Daca preturile de la benzina si motorina de la mol nu mai sunt afisate - e vina ei.
Daca creste TVA-ul - e vina ei.
Daca se scumpeste carnea - e vina ei.
Daca nu gasesti geaca (/costum) de schi - e vina ei.
Daca cineva te abandoneaza - e vina ei.
Daca X nu vrea sa mai mearga in tabara - e vina ei.
Daca e prea cald afara si transpiri - e vina ei.
Daca iti ingheata picioarele iarna - e vina ei.
Daca te dor degetele cand tastezi - e vina ei.
Daca pierzi autobuzul - e vina ei.
Daca pierzi orice alt mijloc de transport in comun - e vina ei.
Daca autobuzul tau preferat isi schimba traseul - e vina ei.
Daca autobuzul cu care mergi zilnic la scoala isi schimba directia si tu ajungi in partea cealalta a orasului - e vina ei.
Daca autobuzul cu care mergi la scoala intarzie o ora (tocmai ca sa pierzi tu ora de franceza) - e vina ei.
Daca iti patezi camasa cea noua cu cafea - e vina ei.
Daca ti-ai facut o cafea prea tare sau prea scarboasa - e vina ei.
Daca cineva ti-a pus zahar in cafea - e vina ei.
Daca cineva nu ti-a pus zahar in cafea si voiai sa iti puna - e vina ei.
Daca nu ploua - e vina ei.
Daca ploua si nu ti-ai luat umbrela - e vina ei.
Daca ploua, bate vantul, fulgera si sunt nori - e vina ei.
Daca e soare, mercurul in termometre sare de 40 si tu te-ai infofolit - e vina ei.
Daca iei nota mica la informatica - e vina ei.
Daca Pamantul nu s-ar mai invarti - ar fi vina nimanui altcuiva decat a ei.
Daca pe Luna ar fi extratrestrii - ar fi vina ei.
Daca copiii din scoli s-ar sinucide din cauza celor care nu ii lasa in pace la scoala - paradoxal, tot vina ei ar fi.
Daca exercitiul la matematica de la 1 noaptea nu iti iese sau iti da un numar de peste 10 cifre - e vina ei.
Daca iti explodeaza televizorul fara sa-l atingi - e vina ei.
Daca Basescu e presedinte - e vina ei.
Daca Boc e prim-ministru - e vina ei.
Daca Romania se duce de rapa - e vina ei.
Daca nu sunt bani in sistemul de sanatate - e vina ei.
Daca Cosbucul e prea tare - e tot vina ei, ca nu l-a atins, mirosit, vazut, pipait, lins sau auzit (nu ca ar face vreun zgomot anume).
Daca ai virusi - e vina ei.
Daca te enerveaza Hannah Montana - e vina ei.
Daca ti-ai ars covorul cu betisoare parfumate - e vina ei.
Daca 'chestia' ta cu cirese este cu cirese si miroase prea bine - exact! Vad ca ati prins ideea.

Teoretic si practic, in acest mod o putem invinovati pe ea pentru absolut orice problema, oricat de mica ar fi ea, din univers. Si totusi:

Vodafone-ul era mult mai putin tare decat Orange-ul din cauza ei.
Acum si Orange-ul va fi distrus - tot din cauza ei [sfat: evadati pe Cosmote].
Simtiti mirosul?

Trageti mai tare aer in piept!

Mai tare!

A ajuns in plamani complet? V-a inundat fiecare particica? Simtiti?

Nu?

NU?!

Este... mirosul...

...vinovatiei.

Si stiti de ce?

'Huh?'

'NUUUU!!'

Ba da, oameni buni. E vina ei!

Daca nu sunteti de acord cu ceea ce zic eu, verificati si acestea:

这是她的错。
그게 그녀의 잘못이야
To joj je kriv.
C'est sa faute.
Es ist ihre Schuld.
Είναι λάθος της.
Это ее вина.
Es su culpa.
Onun suçun.
Đó là lỗi của cô.

S. C.

Spritul Craciunului.

Cruelty

All that I'm after is a life full of laughter
As long as I'm laughing with you
I'm thinkin' that all that still matters is love ever after
After the life we've been through
'Cause I know there's no life after you


Suddenly, she felt his hand loosening its grip. And then, the unavoidable happened.

His photo was there. On that little table across the room, near the big window. Outside, the wind shook every tree. She saw the photograph out of the window. In the air. She shouted, but the time did not stop. Large drops of clear water stained the piece of paper. She got out of the room, in the rain, wearing a simple red robe. She took the 'garbage' and she realized the colors were mixed and his figure was unrecognizable. She lost him.

Black clouds darkened the sky. A shiver crossed them and a lightening scared the drops of water. The rain was black. Blood was everywhere. The girl thought she was defenseless. At least without her friend. Her lover. Her everything. A single photo meant so much. Protection. Love. Courage. She was missing the feeling of coziness. That feeling that she got only when she sat near him. She went back in her villa. Waiting.

Two more months passed. Two more dark months, locked in her room, with her (s)napkins and her glass of red wine. But... wait! She saw him... she saw his face, his body, his hands... They were calling her. But where? She soon figured it out. It was because of the winter. Ski season. His favorite activity. And he wanted her to ski too. Packed her stuff, got her boots, her warm hat and the car keys. It took her 8 hours to reach the white mountains. Eight hours of deep thinking and speaking to his one and only. A deadly phantom. She got her ski-pass, a blue card used for going up the mountain in a cabin. She got her skis, a red pair, with wet boots and sticks that were too short for her.

Soon, she arrived at the top of the mountain. Every little peak could be seen from there. Every snowed slope terrified her. But she found her strength in memories. Not even a person was around. She put her skis in her feet. She began. Slowly. Slowly... And she stopped. She saw the abyss and his face. She straightened her skis and she sped up. Faster. Faster! Faster!!! She lost control. Her stick was plunged in front of her and intertwined with the things she had in her feet. And the unavoidable happened. The only clue she crossed that slope was a little stick. Her twisted body rested in the woods. Steam was floating round that area. Blood melted the snow. Soon, she was wiped out of history. Out of anybody's live.

Living in a crystal ball

Sa vezi viitorul intr-un glob de cristal. Poate pentru unii este o prostie, o inventie a babelor cu mainile zbarcite care nu mai au bani si se bazeaza pe prostia oamenilor sa castige si ele un banut. Pentru altii poate fi o arta adevarata, un lucru in care sa cread cu toata fiinta lor. Si se prea poate sa se si intample ceea ce acea 'baba zbarcita' spune. Sa traiesti cu gandul ca intr-o zi iti vei gasi printul cu ochi verzi. Sa crezi ca vei avea o aventura de o noapte fara ca aceasta sa fie descoperita. Sa iti descoperi destinul. Sa indeplinesti o profetie. Toate acestea pot fi consecinte alea vietii intr-un glob de cristal.

Sa visezi cum un sarpe iti iese in cale si a doua zi sa iti intalnesti cel mai mare dusman. Sa ai cel mai mare cosmar si sa nu poti sa te trezesti. Sa te prefaci ca ghicesti si tu intr-un glob de cristal de pe strada, poate intr-un felinar aprins sau intr-un stalp. Sa te gandesti apoi la ghinionul si blestemele pe care acel glob 'inventat' ti le-a adus. Sa traiesti cu aceasta indoiala, daca ai puteri de ghicire a viitorului sau daca acea joaca a fost un blestem ce te bantuie peste tot. Da, pentru multi, acest glob de cristal este o joaca. O joaca neinsemnata, o joaca de copii care nu gandesc prea mult. Oare e atat de inocenta aceatsa joaca?

Un glob transparent, cu un aspect luxos, care poate atrage multe priviri, un glob perfect rotund sau gruntuos. Dar poate ca deja v-am plictisit cu aberatiile mele despre globurile de cristal. Va voi povesti putin si despre mirosul lemnului vechi, umed, plin de magie, mirosul filelor de carte dintr-o librarie antica, cu secrete cat cuprinde, sunetele stranii si infricosatoare dintr-o mansarda aproape bantuita, gustul aerului prafuit, parchetul dintr-o casa de la munte care trosneste la fiecare pas al fantomelor, lumina difuza, infundata, care patrunde printr-o gaura din ferestruica cea intunecata, umbrele care aproape te ating cand te invaluiesc sau soaptele care parca te indeamna sa te afunzi mai mult in acest secret.

Apa rece dintr-o piscina, noaptea, te poate trezi la realitate. Dar te poate afunda intr-un vis care sa te inece. Si din care sa nu ai scapare. O vraja care te trage in jos, adanc si mai adanc... Dar... poate ca asta a fost profetia ta. Si tu ai indeplinit-o...

Vii si tu?

Nerabdator de felul meu si dornic de a anunta cat mai multa lume, fac un anunt chiar aici. Taberele minunate ale lui Radu se intorc, de aceasta data in versiunea de iarna. Si come on... de ce nu ai vrea sa vii? Sunt cursuri pentru toata lumea, fie ca esti avansat, fie ca stii sa mergi putintel sau nu ai mai pus schiurile in picioare. Poti sa vii cu conditia sa nu fii mai mic de 3 ani (ce surpriza). Cica sa nu ai mai mult de 18 ani, dar nu cred ca daca ai in jur de 19-20 mai vrei sa vii intr-o tabara cu adolescenti, nu?

In perioada 28 ianuarie - 2 februarie, la Predeal, probabil la Hotelul Cool (care are o priveliste senzationala din sala de mese, pentru ca are niste ferestre panoramice) se va desfasura Tabara de schi. Pentru mai multe detalii (pret, avans, data achitarii, costuri suplimentare si orice altceva) contactati-ma fara intarziere! Nu o sa regretati. Va garantez!!


What we do is innocent
Just for fun and nothin' meant
If you don't like the company
Let's just do it you and me
You and me...
Or three...
Or four...
- On the floor!

1, 2, 3
Not only you and me
Got one eighty degrees
And I'm caught in between
 Count 'em
1, 2, 3
Peter, Paul & Mary
Gettin' down with 3P
Everybody loves (oh)
 Count 'em

[Si asa am avut dublu orgasm!]

Monster

This ain’t the first or last time
We’ll meet up this late at night
To let our fate intertwine
Casually I’d rather be
Detach from all tragedy
This don’t need to be defined

Try to stay desensitized
Keep my feelings out of mind
My body won’t be denied
Never took this road before
Love was always at the core
Of anyone I’ve been with before

Yeah, I know that it’s wrong
I do
When the sun comes up, I’ll be gone

I have one word for you, my honey. And that would be karma. Why? You told me I'd smoke the first month in there. And see? You are the one that is beggin' for a cigarette after what... 2 days? What means influence nowadays... Missed me? Miss me? You think I can't help you anymore if I'm no longer in the same building as you? You think I would have helped you? You are so wrong, my darling, my sugar pie. I don't care about you anymore. Oh, I'm wrong. I care. And maybe I care too much, but I want to see you destroyed. Ah, I forgot already. You are destroyed, sweetie. Your life is goin' down, down, down, lower and lower. You might be wondering what about mine? Well, mine is gettin' better and better, goin' on a higher level. And I am content with what I have. I love my change. I love the change.

I believe you want to ask if I want to come back. And my answer is a big, fat no. Why? I don't want to hear your whining, their insults, don't want to see how he fights with them, don't want to see her crying after your new conquest, don't want anything of the old me. I like the brand new life I have. Maybe yes, I won't replace you all. Yet. Maybe I will forget you, just you, because you are not worthy. And you know. Smoke(s) kill me. And you do not deserve to kill me.

I like the new world. And why? My colleagues may detest me as much as they want it. They can hate me all day long. But they are a new environment. A new thing. A new group, new people, a brand new building, brand new everything. No more you. I don't have to worry that I'll meet those excruciating eyes every day. Isn't that a great feeling?

Yes, this is made for you. This is made because I know I have to face you a couple of times before I could see you completely destroyed, depraved, broken, torn apart. Not long 'till then, mon amour. On verra...


I'll give you everything you'll ever need
And I'll find a way to turn you into a monster
Me and you, we could rule the world
'Cos no-one's gonna mess with me
I'm a monster