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Vis , spulbera-ma.
Sfasie-mi mintile cu dintii ,
stinge-mi lumina din priviri .
Si daca treci peste prag , din lumea ta , in lumea mea , pune-ti la mana firul rosu al nededeochiului , ca nu se cuvine sa patrunzi intr-o lume in care nu vrei sa ramai , in care nici o adastare nu doresti .

Si aprige vor fi pedepsele si furioase vor fi.
Jumatate om -jumatate neom…
Jumatate cer – jumatate glod…

Sa nu vii ca sa pleci . Sa nu pleci ca sa vii.

Sa ramai , doar…
Cu ochi de jumatate am sa-ti leg visele.
Cu sarut -nesarutat si dragoste- nedragoste am sa-ti leg puterile.
In miez de copac  scorburos , in mijloc de ol pantecos , cu ierburi plecate pe mare , prinse de corabii , venite inapoi pe pamant , de parca n-ar fi fost.

Cu apa neanceputa .Cu toate la un loc te voi lega de gandul meu -sa te port in mine asa cum te port , umbra si fiinta
Pe pamant , ca si in cer …


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Dragostele noastre- e-o pereche de so-sete color-ate , caldura -oase si indispensa-abile , cand se strang una-n’tra -la-la-lta, jilave si goloase , cepele carnoase si imbratisa-abile , ca nasturi rosii cusuti cu dreapta si cu stanga , leganati de-o funda rosie pe  etamina vietei.

Si de-ti vine uratul intr-o zi geroasa , zaci sub pleduri grele  si cu un ceai , or  ce ai in casa , poti oricand sa-ti plimbi inima de nasturi  intr-o reprezentatie de …marrion-ete , cu   *stiletto bottle* de la Carolina Herrera, de nu mai sti….

esti or trebuie sa fii  a * good  girl * ?!?288609

Cateodata dara , din dragostea acea-sta- iese si-un cartof , care se cam plimba sprinte-n prin pant-off .

Ca sa nu mai zburde-asa in liber-ta-ta-ta-te ,  peticim  si coasem cu urzeli pupate or strans incrusta -ta -te  in nasturii roscate…

Prin urmare si-asa deci, gestul adevarat al dragostele-lor nu se risipeste-te-te doar la o sarbatoare arbitru -rara .

Cinstit , daca manaci bomboane de chocolate or te indopi cu inghetata  impreuna cu CINEVA pe care il/o iubesti , esti  cu adevarat castiga- Thor .

Nu de alta  dar, sa nu patesti ca …ei 😉


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I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o’er vales and  hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd ,

A host , of golden daffodils !


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There are visions, there are memories ,there are echoes of thundering hooves , there are fires, there is laughter . They are watching, they are waiting , they are witnessing life’s mysteries , they are dancing as far as the sea  leading on to its destiny .

Take me with you on this journey – where the boundaries of time are now tossed-in cathedrals of the forest , in the words of the tongues now lost .

Find the answers, ask the questions , find the roots of an ancient tree , take me dancing, take me singing , I’ll dance untill the moon meets the sea…


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ce nu…..

…..stiu turistii…

strada  mea magica – ma saluta  radios, pink bland, un copac cu flori- in fiecare dimineata!

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All gave some , Some gave  all  …!

freedom is not free





In Flanders Fields
John McCrae, 1915.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields….  ………RESPECT AND HONOR !!!unknown tomb

Memorial Day, originally called Decoration Day, is a day of remembrance for those who have died in our nation’s service. There are many stories as to its actual beginnings, with over two dozen cities and towns laying claim to being the birthplace of Memorial Day. There is also evidence that organized women’s groups in the South were decorating graves before the end of the Civil War: a hymn published in 1867, “Kneel Where Our Loves are Sleeping” by Nella L. Sweet carried the dedication “To The Ladies of the South who are Decorating the Graves of the Confederate Dead” (Source: Duke University’s Historic American Sheet Music, 1850-1920). While Waterloo N.Y. was officially declared the birthplace of Memorial Day by President Lyndon Johnson in May 1966, it’s difficult to prove conclusively the origins of the day. It is more likely that it had many separate beginnings; each of those towns and every planned or spontaneous gathering of people to honor the war dead in the 1860’s tapped into the general human need to honor our dead, each contributed honorably to the growing movement that culminated in Gen Logan giving his official proclamation in 1868. It is not important who was the very first, what is important is that Memorial Day was established. Memorial Day is not about division. It is about reconciliation; it is about coming together to  HONOR THOSE WHO GAVE THEIR ALL .



the Rolling Thunder is in town






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  • Cand ploua ,                     
  • verdele crud
  • se aduna
  • din frunze
  • si se limpezeste
  • intr-o noua apa
  • verdele ud.
  • Se ridica
  • in nori,
  • plage
  • si apoi
  • se risipeste
  • in lacrimi !
  • picaturi de verde
  • tare,
  • inghetate
  • se lovesc de cer
  • se sparg in ploaie marunta.
  • Verdele umple cerul
  • si ochii
  • arunca’n soare
  • si’n  pietre
  • si’n zile lungi
  • si apoi cade pe frunze….
  • verdele ud…
  • j
  • http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xYqcMOKF4qM&feature=related

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