marți, 21 august 2012

why should I care ?


Cine esti?
De ce mi-ar mai pasa ? Nu ai fost langa mine cand am fost speriata ! Am fost mereu pe drumul meu..
Doar eu si lacrimile mele, doar eu si temerile mele... De ce mi-ar pasa ? Am fost atat de singura .. Imi pierdeam speranta si te pierdeam pe tine.
Te vei gandi vreodata ce pierzi? Te vei gandi vreodata ca poate nu sunt ca toate celelalte..?
Asta a fost un alt caz, un caz in care ma prefaceam ca e totul ok , nu era !
Nu ai fost acolo langa mine.. Eu am fost mereu si voi fi,dar tu? De ce tocmai tu?
Imi pierd cumpatul,imi pierd rabdarea si speranta.
Vreau sa tip , sa arunc toata durerea care ma apasa zilnic.
Dar... oare de ce mi-ar pasa? Nu ai fost langa mine cand am fost speriata.. Am fost atat de singura.

duminică, 19 august 2012

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.


Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write,for example, ‘The night is shattered and the blue stars shiver in the distance.’
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her,and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
She loved me,sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her.To feel that I have lost her.
To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.
This is all. In the distance someone is singing.In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her,and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, that’s certain,but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another’s . She will be another’s. Like my kisses before.
Her voice. Her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that’s certain,but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
 my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.


Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
-Pablo Neruda (july 12,1904-september 23,1973)

miercuri, 15 august 2012

something..


Se spune ca atunci cand pierzi ceva, castigi altceva , dar cand castigi ceva… pierzi altceva.
Dar eu nu vreau sa pierd,nici sa castig. Nu m-as obisnui cu ideea de a pierde,de a ramane singura..
In viata oamenii vin si pleaca , iubirea vine si ramane pe veci daca este sincera si unica, dar intr-un final ramanem doar cu amintirile; cu lucrurile bune , cu zambetele daruite , cu zambetele furate..
Stai pe loc o clipa ! Priveste in jur .. te-ai gandit pentru macar o secunda ca toate aceste lucruri le-ai putea pierde?
Te intrebi unde te duci , nu ai tinta si te sperie gandul ca poti ramane singur .. gol in interior si fara speranta.
Afara e cald , dar tie iti este frig, amintirile au inghetat , inima ta a devenit de gheata..
Se spune ca cea mai buna solutie pentru a te feri de tristete si dezamagire este sa pretinzi ca nu ai inima.. Dar cum?
Daca in momente neasteptate apare acel cineva care iti da lumea , gandurile si sentimentele peste cap?
Daca el se ofera cu totul si te va iubi pentru totdeauna?
  Ai renunta la el doar pentru a pretinde ca nu-l iubesti de teama?
Nu vei fii o straina, vei fii a lui.. Si-ti va fii dor de momentele petrecute cu el.
Mii de intrebari fara raspuns , sentimente complicate ..fara sens..

vineri, 3 august 2012

"Daca am crezut ca vocea sa e superba in felul in care ma inclesteaza in tacerea ei, daca am crezut ca atingerea sa este incredibila in felul in care imi aduce la viata pielea, ei bine, felul in care saruta este nepamantean. Si, cu toate ca nu sunt chiar o experta, sarutand numai cativa baieti inainte, totusi pot sa pariez ca un sarut ca acesta, un sarut atat de desavarsit si extraordinar, este ceva ce se intampla numai odata in viata."

miercuri, 1 august 2012

Are you alive?Show me you're human..


Something from the past is holding me back… something that I try so hard to forget..
     And I’m falling again..
I can’t stop the voices wishpering in my head,loving you torments me,always makes me feel sad.
But I love you,again and again !
So,just run from me, ‘cause I can’t run from you..
Your words always confused me and I can’t understand..
Do you love me too or you’re just playing a game ?
And I’m crying , again and again..
Why couldn’t you tell me everything that you feel?
Should I keep tryin’ or should I stop here?
And I’m screamin’ again.. and again..