Jurnale

Stau la o masa in plin centru al orasului , ma plictisesc si observ lumea din jur .. trecatori carora nu le pasa de ploaie , colorati in nuante de gri , grabindu-se spre ceea ce inseamna viata lor

wishing impossible things...incruntandu-te, impotrivindu-te; ok ! fain ! inteleg ! e greshit ,n-ar trebui .. there is no future .. it can\'t be .....................si fatza in fatza apoi .. vorbing

lost in a dream... drowning in the eyes of a statue who dreamt a sacred dream of me... incipiunt hic tenebrarum lectiones secundae, cum lucifer receptaculum noctis evasus. demergitur in undis

unii-poate ca mine - traiesc ca o camara goala iubind asa cum jefuiesti ceva in timp ce lumea , rotund , ovala isi vede-n ceruri de rotirea sa. unii -poate ca tine - traiesc dezamorsati de

noaptea pe strazile pleznind de singuratate imi plimb pet-ul plictisului ca un negustor de pamant de flori imbatranit intr-un oras in care toata lumea cultiva irisi de sticla colorata si

e-o seara ciudata , cu ceata nauca din stele cad roti si piane de argint pe strazi defileaza brat la brat , intr-o deplina armonie perechile care se mint. agatata de tine , cheap immitation of

zilnic incerc sa amestec plictisul din privire cu cel din glas incat sa obtin o expresie mai putin fasonata cu care sa tin piept intamplarilor fara noima de peste zi. zilnic trec si

"senzatia ca nu mai apartin nimanui gustul de viata nelegitima lamaia plictisului stoarsa intre patru pereti unde adun tipetele indepartate ale strazii si rotile trenului mereu prezent gazele

...daca n-as fi dicolo de lume, unde as fi? in receptorul telefonului un cuvant? sub fruntea incarcata o farama de gand? sub pleoapa grea o lacrima curgand? unde as fi? pe gene un fir de nisip

"soarta m-a asezat fata-n fata cu tot felul de nenorociri le-am somat si m-au somat de la distanta regulamentara dupa care am tras fiecare.... Eu n-am nimerit niciodata."

stateam la marginea timpului , intre trecut si viitor...calare pe un nor ...leganandu-mi picioarele , unul in trecut , altul in viitor.... Priveam in trecut , o fetita blonda cu parul in ochi ,

I will light the match this mornin', so I won't be alone Watch as he lies silent, for soon night will be gone I will stand arms outstretched, pretend I'm free to fly I will make my way, through,

-imprumuta 300 de lire de la banca(nu-ti dau mai mult oricum) -cheltuie 12.50 pe cel mai ieftin si incapator rucsak -inghesuie printre Plato ,schitele lui Rodin si Windows pentru idioti ,cele

stau leganandu-ma in scaun.inainte . inapoi.inainte . inapoi...bate vantul cum numai in londra bate; furie slabatic si atat de ca mine...frig inghetat...ma mir cum de mai cad frunzele...aici in

diagnosis: emotional illness.neurosis.anxiety neurosis.depression.chronic depression.depressive personality. bad person.hysterical features.obsessive features.schizoid features.somatic complaints.

It could be all so simple but you'd rather make it hard loving you is like a battle and we both end up with scars Tell me who I have to be to get some reciprocity no one loves you more than

La multi ani ,Andra..... e mult de-atunci ....sper numai ca ti s-au indepilinit visele .....I've lost mine ...trying to define happiness Daca te-as intalni acum ... ipotetic vorbind ...ma intreb

i'm happy trying to communicate as a small human being .. with a fragile heart ... and a questionable brain...in the global scope of what it all means .i am really just passing through...and i feel

An introduction to what I’m saying now..? `I’ve missed you` , it’s probably the closest to my feelings and then ..,there’s this picture (from which you , very convenient , cut out somebody ‘ s face

Waiting on a Sunday afternoon ... For what I’ve read between the lines… Your lies! :)) Feeling like yesterday’s paper on this metro seat... Today :))) So do you laugh or it’s me

an old wish has disapeared from my so old bank of dreams .. or i have just givinng up hope....It's that what separates winners from losers ?

distance has a habit of clouding the memory and absence only makes the heart grow fonder , by making you forget facts once called "being in love"...