citate gasite si chestii la intamplare scrise de mine
citate
" vom vietui iubind senin/ si inima-mi curata / cu cel del urma al tau suspin/ va inceta sa bata "
" e mai usor sa pacatuiesti impotriva adevarului decat impotriva frumosului "
" a defini inseamna a banui "
"cat suntem noi nu e moartea si cat e moartea nu suntem noi "
" spiritul e o flacara ce consuma trupul pana la stingere "
" in general sufletul omenesc este foarte deficient in materie de obiectivitate "
" te-am iubit si nopti, dar te-am iubit si zile"
" maine e o noua zi in care nu ai gresit inca "
chestii la intamplare ale mele
- " toate marile realizari stau sub semnul durerii "
- idei ce vroiam sa le pun cap la cap pentru o poezie dar nu pot :
" avand ca tinta tragedie" " decat de ochii care plang " " am tras in inima-mi un glonte ce se numea iubire " " buzele cer ratiunea piere "
- " your lips are still my favorite place "
miercuri, 29 septembrie 2010
marți, 28 septembrie 2010
Chestii noi
ceva prostii pe aici
why does it matter what i look like, when it's my eyes that you face, my arms your embrace, my lips that you taste, my heart that you race, my dreams that you chase
Every hero has his journey... to bad some can't find the road
I only fear death, for it is the only thing that so strongly deprives the heart from beating for another.
we are two broken strings on a guitar that used to sing about love; or so i thought... in reality our songs were different, our words became dreams, our dreams became deceptions, because my notes sang about love, while yours just faked it
just sat and watched me burn, as my tears became bullets, piercing my
cheeks, returning to my heart, passing away, then being reborn within my
eyes, in an infinite circle of sorrow, as my lips turned to blades, and
i Just Wanted to Kiss You, and my eyes turned into empty shooting
stars, because so many wishes were wasted
currently working on a new poem
why does it matter what i look like, when it's my eyes that you face, my arms your embrace, my lips that you taste, my heart that you race, my dreams that you chase
Every hero has his journey... to bad some can't find the road
I only fear death, for it is the only thing that so strongly deprives the heart from beating for another.
we are two broken strings on a guitar that used to sing about love; or so i thought... in reality our songs were different, our words became dreams, our dreams became deceptions, because my notes sang about love, while yours just faked it
just sat and watched me burn, as my tears became bullets, piercing my
cheeks, returning to my heart, passing away, then being reborn within my
eyes, in an infinite circle of sorrow, as my lips turned to blades, and
i Just Wanted to Kiss You, and my eyes turned into empty shooting
stars, because so many wishes were wasted
currently working on a new poem
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