luni, 29 septembrie 2008

o poveste...

After the Fall
When I look back, the Garden is a dream to me. It was beautiful, surpassingly beautiful, enchantingly beautiful; and now it is lost, and I shall not see it any more.
The Garden is lost, but I have found HIM, and am content. He loves me as well as he can; I love him with all the strength of my passionate nature, and this, I think, is proper to my youth and sex. If I ask myself why I love him, I find I do not know, and do not really much care to know; so I suppose that this kind of love is not a product of reasoning and statistics, like one's love for other reptiles and animals. I think that this must be so. I love certain birds because of their song; but I do not love Adam on account of his singing--no, it is not that; the more he sings the more I do not get reconciled to it. Yet I ask him to sing, because I wish to learn to like everything he is interested in. I am sure I can learn, because at first I could not stand it, but now I can. It sours the milk, but it doesn't matter; I can get used to that kind of milk.
It is not on account of his brightness that I love him--no, it is not that. He is not to blame for his brightness, such as it is, for he did not make it himself; he is as God make him, and that is sufficient.There was a wise purpose in it, THAT I know. In time it will develop,though I think it will not be sudden; and besides, there is no hurry; he is well enough just as he is.
It is not on account of his gracious and considerate ways and his delicacy that I love him. No, he has lacks in this regard, but he is well enough just so, and is improving.
It is not on account of his industry that I love him--no, it is not that. I think he has it in him, and I do not know why he conceals it from me. It is my only pain. Otherwise he is frank and open with me, now. I am sure he keeps nothing from me but this. It grieves me that he should have a secret from me, and sometimes it spoils my sleep, thinking of it, but I will put it out of my mind; it shall not trouble my happiness, which is otherwise full to overflowing.
It is not on account of his education that I love him--no, it is not that. He is self-educated, and does really know a multitude of things,but they are not so.
It is not on account of his chivalry that I love him--no, it is not that. He told on me, but I do not blame him; it is a peculiarity of sex, I think, and he did not make his sex. Of course I would not have told on him, I would have perished first; but that is a peculiarity of sex, too, and I do not take credit for it, for I did not make my sex.
Then why is it that I love him? MERELY BECAUSE HE IS MASCULINE, I think.
At bottom he is good, and I love him for that, but I could love him without it. If he should beat me and abuse me, I should go on loving him. I know it. It is a matter of sex, I think.
He is strong and handsome, and I love him for that, and I admire him and am proud of him, but I could love him without those qualities. If he were plain, I should love him; if he were a wreck, I should love him;and I would work for him, and slave over him, and pray for him, and watch by his bedside until I died.
Yes, I think I love him merely because he is MINE and is MASCULINE. There is no other reason, I suppose. And so I think it is as I first said: that this kind of love is not a product of reasonings and statistics. It just COMES--none knows whence--and cannot explain itself. And doesn't need to.
It is what I think. But I am only a girl, the first that has examined this matter, and it may turn out that in my ignorance and inexperience I have not got it right.

Forty Years Later
It is my prayer, it is my longing, that we may pass from this life together--a longing which shall never perish from the earth, but shall have place in the heart of every wife that loves, until the end of time; and it shall be called by my name.
But if one of us must go first, it is my prayer that it shall be I; for he is strong, I am weak, I am not so necessary to him as he is to me--life without him would not be life; how could I endure it? This prayer is also immortal, and will not cease from being offered up while my race continues. I am the first wife; and in the last wife I shall be repeated.

At Eve's Grave
ADAM: Wheresoever she was, THERE was Eden.

(mark twain, Eve's and Adam's Diary)

sâmbătă, 27 septembrie 2008

it's only you...

Maybe it's the way that you look at me
Makes me feel the way that I do
maybe its your laugh or the way that you talk
or as simple as the way that you walk
i know it's hard to explain but when I'm with you
the sun seems to clear all the rain
it's only you that could do this to me
Whenever I kiss you I get all dizzy
I get this feeling down inside
cuz then i know that you're the only one that i wanna be with
you're the only one I want
and every night when i go to sleep
i know i'll see you in my dreams
cuz all the time you'll be always on my mind
could it be your smile that'll bring me up when im feeling down

It's only you that will make me feel alright
It's only you
It's only you

I lost the love once before
a missing place in my heart
I couldn't take it anymore
all this hurt i felt inside backed up in my soul
it was getting so hard to hide
then you came along you took the gray from my life
you let me know without saying a word that things.. things would be alright
things would be alright...

luni, 22 septembrie 2008

de la Paler adunate...

Iubesti pe cineva atunci cand ai ajuns sa vrei sa-i dai ceea ce ai mai bun si hotarasti sa i te dai pe tine insuti…

Cine iubeste si este iubit nu va mai fi niciodata acelasi om ca inainte…

Atinge steaua de neatins si nu-i uita pe cei ce au crezut in tine!

Invatati sa lasati pe chipul vostru sa infloreasca un zambet. Este darul pe care-l oferiti aproapelui, este darul pe care-l oferiti intregului Univers! :D

sâmbătă, 20 septembrie 2008


Freeze This Moment

We were sitting on your rooftop
Staring at the skies
The sun was dipping lower
I looked into your eyes
You saw what I was feeling
I know you felt it too
We wanted time to just stand still
Then forever there'd be me and you
Why can't we freeze this moment?
Return to it in time
Stay together through the years
Proclaim I'm yours and you are mine
So let us freeze this moment
Store it safely away
Even if we leave this place
We'll return to it someday
- Jenna Todd -

"You leave me wanting nothing more than wanting more of you."- Jeff Gastman

miercuri, 17 septembrie 2008

Cismigiu de toamna...

Verde nou al primaverii, ros al florilor de vara,
Toamna, galbenul din frunza ta tarzie mi-e mai drag,
Fie ca-n velinti tacute inimi de-aur le presara,
Fie ca fosneste-n taina matasosului tau steag.
Zi senina, zi rodita ca o poama de lumina,
Cata floare prea devreme scuturata te-a dorit,
Sa te pot culege astazi — cer, si suflet, si gradina —
Cismigiule de toamna, de-amintire biruit.
De pe podul ce oglinda arcu-ntins al pietrei sale
Peste apa unde lebezi dorm pe teiul tremurat,
Cine m-a chemat pe nume, cine m-a oprit in cale?
Umbra ta de altadata si un ram ingandurat.
Verde dor al primaverii, foc al dragostei din vara,
Toamna, parul de-aur moale al iubirii mi-e mai drag
Cand strivesc si ani, si zile ce covorul tau presara...
(Ion Pillat)

marți, 16 septembrie 2008

Vârsta de aur a dragostei

Mâinile mele sunt îndrăgostite,
vai, gura mea iubeşte,
şi iată, m-am trezit
că lucrurile sunt atât de aproape de mine,
încât abia pot merge printre ele
fără să mă rănesc.

E un sentiment dulce acesta,
de trezire, de visare,
şi iată-mă fără să dorm,aievia văd zeii de fildeş,
îi iau în mână şi
îi înşurubez râzând, în lună,
ca pe nişte mânere sculptate,
cum trebuie că erau pe vremuri,
împodobite, roţile de cârmă ale corăbiilor.

Jupiter e galben, şi Hera
cea minunată e argintie.
Izbesc cu stânca-n roată şi ea se urneşte.
E un dans iubito, al sentimentelor,
zeiţe-ale aerului, dintre noi doi.
Şi eu, cu pânzele sufletului
umflate de dor,
te caut pretutindeni, şi lucrurile vin
tot mai aproape,
şi pieptul mi-l strâng şi mă dor.
(Nichita Stanescu)

duminică, 14 septembrie 2008

Ce ramane ...

"Plimbarile acelea mi-au ramas acum mai proaspete si ucigator de dulci in amintire. Caci daca amintirea carnii se trece usor, daca unirea, cat de perfecta, a trupurilor e asemenea setei si foamei si se uita, nimic din opacitatea aceasta nu era in comunicarea noastra afara dinafara de oras, cand ochii isi spuneau singuri tot, si o simpla imbratisare inlocuia o noapte de dragoste..."(Mircea Eliade, Maitreyi)

miercuri, 10 septembrie 2008

o floare pentru un om care ne-a invatat sa fim noi...multumim doamna invatatoare...

cine alerga cu noi in tabere? cine ne aducea cadouri? cine ne dadea carti? cine a cazut, alergand la concursul: alergatul in saci...

multumim ca ati fost langa noi cand ca ne urmariti de undeva...

Our love is alive(Suzi Quatro)
Our love is alive and so we begin

foolishly layin' our hearts on the table, stumblin' in

Our love is a flame burnin' within

now and then fire light will catch us stumblin' in.

Wherever you go, whatever you do

you know these reckless thoughts of mine are followin' you

I've fallen for you, whatever you do

cause baby you've shown me so many things that I never knew.

Whatever it takes, baby, I'll do it for you


You were so young and I was so free

I may have been young but baby, that's not what I wanted to be

well you were the one, oh why was it me?
'cause baby you've shown me so many things that I'd never knew
Whatever you need, baby, you got it from me...
missing you...:D

vineri, 5 septembrie 2008


"Şi nu-i adevărat, probabil, că închiderea în sine duce la descoperirea de sine. În loc să-mi luminez micul meu bârlog, m-am ghemuit în el."

"A fost perioada cea mai sinceră din viaţa mea, după plecarea din Lisa. Poate, singura. În rest, chiar nevoia de a simţi mereu un zid în spate m-a silit să fiu ca o cetate medievală cu podurile ridicate şi cu lanţurile, de coborâre, ruginite."

"Luca, eşti un prost". "De ce sunt un prost?" am întrebat-o. "Pentru că nu ştii să visezi".
(Oct. Paler)

"Toti sunt niste ametiti care nu stiu ce inseamna sa crezi in ceva care este greu de vazut sau sa cauti in continuare ceva care este foarte greu de gasit."(Ben Rice, Pobby si Dingan)