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Today is the day to put some more videos on my blog.
Asta fac deobicei cand vreau sa spun ceva in gura mare…dar nu pot spune din cauza consecintelor. 🙂

It’s a mistery to me
we have a greed
with which we have agreed

You think you have to want
more than you need
until you have it all you won’t be free

society, you’re a crazy breed
I hope you’re not lonely without me

When you want more than you have
you think you need
and when you think more than you want
your thoughts begin to bleed

I think I need to find a bigger place
‘cos when you have more than you think
you need more space

society, you’re a crazy breed
I hope you’re not lonely without me
society, crazy and deep
I hope you’re not lonely without me

there’s those thinking more or less less is more
but if less is more how you’re keeping score?
Means for every point you make
your level drops
kinda like its starting from the top
you can’t do that…

society, you’re a crazy breed
I hope you’re not lonely without me
society, crazy and deep
I hope you’re not lonely without me

society, have mercy on me
I hope you’re not angry if I disagree
society, crazy and deep
I hope you’re not lonely without me

On bended knee is no way to be free
lifting up an empty cup I ask silently
that all my destinations will accept the one that’s me
so I can breath

Circles they grow and they swallow people whole
half their lives they say goodnight to wive’s they’ll never know
got a mind full of questions and a teacher in my soul
so it goes…

Don’t come closer or I’ll have to go
Holding me like gravity are places that pull
If ever there was someone to keep me at home
It would be you…

Everyone I come across in cages they bought
they think of me and my wandering
but I’m never what they thought
got my indignation but I’m pure in all my thoughts
I’m alive…

Wind in my hair, I feel part of everywhere
underneath my being is a road that disappeared
late at night I hear the trees
they’re singing with the dead

Leave it to me as I find a way to be
consider me a satelite for ever orbiting
I knew all the rules but the rules did not know me

So…vreau sa plec. Sa termin naibii si sesiunea asta…si sesiunea viitoare si cred ca imi bag picioarele in tot. Asa ca …preventiv, Romania, mai ai cateva luni la dispozitie sa ma faci sa ma razgandesc. Ori prin oameni, ori prin situatie financiara..cum vrei tu. Intr-un fel ma rog sa se schimbe ceva n-as vrea sa plec de tot…dar nici asa nu are rost…nu am nimic aici.
Plm…incepe sa mi se para stupid sa ai un blog 😕 dar poate e mai bine decat sa tii toate in tine..cand n-ai cui le spune. Frectie la picior de lemn. Noapte buna.


Noapte ciudata rau. 90% din timpul in care dormeam credeam ca ceea ce se intampla chiar era real. Bineinteles m-am trezit…si pla. Totul e la fel. Traiasca Morfeu, futu-l in gura sa-l fut.

More than i had

Posted: November 8, 2009 in Bune
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Ar fi trebuit sa fac mai multe? Sa fi invatat mai mult? Sa fi facut bani? Sa fi desenat mai mult? Sa fi fost mai atent la oamenii din jurul meu? Sa imi fi pasat mai mult de unele chestii si de altele mai putin? Vorba aia…plm. Asta a fost. Acum e cum e. E si rau…e si bine..depinde la ce te referi. Pentru moment as fi vrut niste chestii…(imateriale)..dar cum am eu o bafta de marimea cacatului de gandac…nu se intampla. Asa ca scriu ca sa imi aduc aminte mai incolo. Partea buna e ca nu imi mai bat prea tare capul cu asta. Injur o data…ma simt aiurea cateva zile…da’ imi trece. Si nu e mare rahat. Asa.
A fost ziua mea. Au fost aproape toti prietenii mei langa mine, a fost foarte bine. Poate am baut prea mult…sau poate nu.
Am baut banii de acuarele.
Postul cu mesajele va intarzia. Nu sunt in starea necesara.
Mi-e dor tare de munte. Mishale, daca nu mergem pe munte, pe tine te fac responsabila!
Sa merg cu rucsacul in spate, imbracat pana la refuz, cu limonada in termos, saint george, castile pe urechi cu pink floyd, cu mirosul de padure uda, bocancii grei, murdari de noroi, aer rece, curat, taios. Liniste.
Multumesc Ion si Mihai.
(daca n-ati observat pana acum dar in general un rand pe care-l scriu n-are legatura cu urmatorul)
As bea iar.