Balada puicotului nazdravan

(capitolul: iubirea)

In cinstea ta

Cea mai frumoasa si mai nebuna tzuca

Se facea ca la apus de soare langa o stanca mare

Statea mandru si semet

Un puicot freches.

Aer nobil emana (greu de respirat era),

Nasul semet in sus privea,

Vorbe alese declama.,

Si dorul inimii si-l povestea

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Langa o alta stanca mare

O alta aratare sclipocea timid din ochi

Arucand ocheade alese

Catre al nostru neprihanit puicot.

Sugerandu-i, mai pe sleau, mai pe ascuns

Ca a lui inima bate-ndragostita de al ei piept de porumbita.

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Zilele treceau, suspinele cresteau,

Puicotul visa cu ardoare la un fat frumos din zare

Care sa-i sursure-ncetisor cuvinte dulci de alint febril.

Aratarea visa umed la puicotul cel fasnet si o leaca cret

Arucandu-i gales priviri pline de-nteles tantric

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Intr-o zi, din intamplare, la fantana cea din zare

Iaca apare mandrul puicot sa-si inece setea si suspinul

Dar, pe cand sa-si-nmoaie buzitzele dulci in apa cristalina

Iaca vazu o trista aratare

Ce timida se-nmbraca in umbra groasa

Doar ochii lacomi tradandu-i haina prezenta

Puicotul mandru si semet ii intinse manutza-i gingasa

Promitandu-i lumina

Aratarea prinse o leaca de curaj si iesi-ncetisor din-ntuneric.

Razele soarelui ii mangaiara chipul-ntunecat

Puicotul-nmarmuri

„Ce frumusete aleasa”, gandi.

Si pieptul de fecioara timid(a) ii zvacni.

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Dupa o noapte crunta de betie a iubirii neimpartasite (oare?)

Cei doi se gasira iara la fantana cea din zare.

Si vorbira cat in luna si in stele

Buzele lor tipau amarnic dupa apropiere

Dar...

(Ea, timida cum ii sta bine unui puicot freches

El, timid ca o fata mare ce nu cunoaste roseata cearceafului)

Nu-ndraznira a da ches inimii

Amurgul se ivi

Si gandul unei noi nopti de iubire neimpartasita

Imbarbata puicotul, ce-si aduse aminte de a ei semetie

Prinse aratarea si o violenta dulce si tandru pe buzitzele-i moi

Si astfel iubirea lor se-nmplini.

Aratarea turmentata de voluptatea clipei

Ii recita duios pe nerasuflate din Minulescu

„In tine-mi pun toata speranta

Si-ti zic:

- De-acum ptr mine fii totul

Iar eu

Voi fi ptr tine acelasi ateu,

Ce-afara de tine nu crede-n nimic.”

Te tzuc-ncetisor, si-ti urez duios, dar vartos

LA MULTI ANI PUICOT DRAG!

 

Va urma.

P.S.: varianta susceptibila de modificari

Mad World - Gary Jules (cover of Tears for Fears)

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere

Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying, are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very, very
Mad World Mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen

Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take

When people run in circles, it's a very, very
Mad World  Mad World Enlarging your world
Mad World.

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O poveste de dragoste, poate - Martin Page

Poate mi s-a parut mie, dar Virgile (personajul principal) seamana foarte mult cu cel din "M-am hotarat sa devin prost". Si actiunea mi-se pare ca merge tot in linia aceluiasi roman. As fi vrut ceva nou de la acest autor, are potential imens.
Per ansamblu, e o carte buna, usor de citit si destul de captivanta.

"Are treizeci si unu de ani, lucreaza intr-o agentie de publicitate, este ipohondru, practicant de yoga si adept al sedintelor de psihoterapie - Virgile, personajul central al acestei fabule urbane in care multi se vor recunoaste, are in fata o problema insolubila: e parasit, printr-un simplu mesaj telefonic, de o femeie pe care n-o cunoaste. Amnezie? Boala fatala? Joc pervers? Asa incepe cautarea nostalgica a unei himere. Dar mai poti crede in dragoste cand apartii unei generatii pentru care „longevitatea marcilor o depaseste pe cea a casniciilor"?

„Un fel de electrocardiograma a inimilor ranite." (Le Point)

„Nu contati pe eroul principal ca sa ghiciti, inainte de epilog, daca de fapt Clara este o amagire sau o forma aberanta a amneziei lui. Bazati-va mai degraba pe autor si pe bine-cunoscutul sau talent pentru masinatiunile à la Page: va disimula totul pana la capat." (Le Nouvel Observateur)"

io! - isme

Andrei: Ce mai faci mai baiatule?

io!: Uite….chirpici.

Andrei:…

Dumnezeu mi-e bun amic - Cyril Massarotto

Cea mai buna carte pe care am citito anul asta. Suprinzator de bine scrisa, are darul rar de a te face sa crezi, sa simti si sa traiesti impreuna cu personajul principal.

"Are treizeci de ani, este simpatic si cel mai bun prieten al lui este chiar Dumnezeu. Un prieten extrem de valoros mai ales atunci cand e sa intalnesti femeia vietii tale, studenta la Sorbona in timp ce tu esti vanzator in sexshop...

Cyril Massarotto s-a nascut in 1975 si este institutor intr-o gradinita din Perpignan. Atras de literatura, dar si de chitara electrica, mult timp s-a multumit sa scrie doar textele cantecelor pe care le compunea pentru grupul sau Saint-Louis.

Din 2006 s-a hotarat sa-si extinda orizontul si s-a apucat serios de scris. Romanul "Dumnezeu mi-e bun amic" este amuzant, emotionant si concis, are pur si simplu gustul vietii."

Sound of silence

“Hello darkness, my old friend,

I’ve come to talk to you again”

Ti-am simtit lipsa. Lumina nu ma face mai fericit.

Ma descopera in fata celoralati, ma lasa singur, neprotejat, fara mastii…mi-e frica.

“In restless dreams I walked alone”

Cand sunt cu tine nu-mi e frica. Tu ma aperi, ma ascunzi, nu-i lasi sa ma vada, nu le dai ocazia sa rada de mine. Tu esti singurul meu prieten.

“Hear my words that I might teach you,

Take my arms that I might reach you”

Ascunde-ma. Da, asa, sa nu ma vada nimeni. Voi veghea din intuneric, voi fi fericit, doar eu si cu…mine.

“….The words of prophets

Are written on the subway walls

And tenement walls,

And whisper’d in the sound of silence”

Last Train Home - Ryan Star

You haven't changed.
Stand in the light,
I need to see you,
uncover my eyes.

The tears coming down,
making lines on your face.
One for each year, now
that you've been away.

We were only kids,
we ran like water.
Your dad said,
stay away from my daughter.
The sun was coming down when I said,
can't you just believe?

And if you wait for me,
I'll be the light in the dark if you lose your way.
And if you wait for me,
I'll be your voice when you don't know what to say.
I'll be your shelter,
I'll be your fate.
I'll be forever,
wait for me.

I'll be the last train,
I'll be the last train home.

You were a storm,
it blew us away.
I wouldn't leave you,
but you couldn't stay.

We were only kids,
we ran like water.
Your dad said,
stay away from my daughter.
The sun was coming down when I said,
can't you just believe?

And if you wait for me,
I'll be the light in the dark if you lose your way.
And if you wait for me,
I'll be your voice when you don't know what to say.
I'll be your shelter,
I'll be your fate.
I'll be forever,
wait for me.

I'll be the last train,
I'll be the last train home.


We were only kids,
we ran like water.
I told your dad,
I love your daughter.
The sun was coming down when I said,
Hallie just believe.

And if you wait for me,
I'll be the light in the dark if you lose your way.
And if you wait for me,
I'll be your voice when you don't know what to say.
I'll be your shelter,
I'll be your fate.
I'll be forever,
wait for me.

I'll be the last train,
I'll be the last train,
Hold on to love,
and wait for me.

I'll be the last train,
I'll be the last train home.

I'll be the last train,

I'll be your last train home.

 

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