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De ce nu’i am eu la inimă pe „bicicliști” | Raspunsul Uman (fost Prin Lentila Ratiunii)
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Raspunsul Uman (fost Prin Lentila Ratiunii). O voce care urla in noaptea disperarii. De ce nu’i am eu la inimă pe „bicicliști”. De ce nu’i am eu la inimă pe „bicicliști”. Aprilie 24, 2015. Mai întâi să definim bine termenii. E vorba de ipocriții ăia care fac scandal că n’au pe unde să se dea pe două roți de acasă pînă la serviciu, deși dac’ar avea pe unde, mai mult de 2-3 luni din an nu s’ar da. De ce? De ce m’am enervat pe ei acum? De ce spun asta? O să avem cu toții facebookul invadat cu poze de la eve...
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White Solstice: November 2007
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Saturday, November 24, 2007. Not knowing where to start or where to end. I go with that which is forever there. So many years gone by, stories left untold. So many glasses of wine we could've shared. Although everything tells me that I'm alone. I never doubted that you haven't left. Because I haven't forgotten for a second. Your eyes, your hair, your smell, your breath. Wednesday, November 14, 2007. Bucuresti. Dupa pranz. How does it help to be. The most handsome man on the planet.
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White Solstice: January 2007
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Thursday, January 04, 2007. Sibiu, ca intotdeauna. Ne revedem in curand. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Ochii deschisi la F/5.6.
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White Solstice: Ugly
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Monday, March 15, 2010. Why have I failed? With the corner of my mouth. I breathe out strength to ugly butterflies –. You are not alone. I don’t care how fat I get. Or if the sweat dripping down my face. Will ever be washed with love. Like rotten wood waiting to burn out. That’s the only way to reach eternity. I forgot the location. Of my secret drawer. Where I used to keep all the leitmotivs. Of a premature castration of the mind. So if everybody leaves me. It makes no difference. Just like every time.
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White Solstice: West End Dreams
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Tuesday, October 20, 2009. I suffer in silence. With the occasional ballad to moisten the cords. Of a love gone by and a break-up sore. They see my life. In original cutscenes, smart pick-up lines. Impossible car chases ending over the ledge of the Gate. I've always been here. I've lived with the Boys. It's my way of saying I've made the most. Of sunny days, girls and West End dreams. I am the eighties. And you turn to me softly, not understanding. How can I love you if you're born in the nineties?
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White Solstice: July 2008
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Wednesday, July 30, 2008. I’ve never been complicated,. Using still water in crystal glasses. Sinking ships for the enjoyment of the viewer. Or elaborating dirty schemes of conquest. In the hidden drawer of my bed light illuminated desk. And now you take my hand. As if you had found the secret power. And I feel lost when you show me the hills. The golden crops, the hesitating sunset. Born in the corner of my nervous green eye. An unsettled thrill squeezes in. As I pray for you to take me by force –.
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White Solstice: February 2008
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Friday, February 29, 2008. I've been longing for so long. That it's left me alone. Where no one in the world would bear to be alone. This day is over. But tomorrow you will see me. With another girl who wants to be you. For the last five years. I've searched for you. In the first blossom of magnolia. I have come this far. Have lived through five of them as well. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Ochii deschisi la F/5.6.
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White Solstice: June 2009
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Thursday, June 18, 2009. I will have seen you maybe once, maybe twice. But I will have dreamt about you more than a hundred times. In red and black and shapes covering your body. Hiding art from art. I will have wanted to leave everything for you. My nameless passions released from the burden of mediocrity. Lifeless sparks without a chance to prove. That anything else sufficed. I will have taken on roads without signs, without maps. I will have found you there and everywhere without compromise.
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White Solstice: July 2009
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Thursday, July 23, 2009. Nu sunt eroul nimanui. Daca te-ai intrebat vreodata. Nu pot sa fac nimic iesit din comun. Iar cafeaua ma face doar mai agitat. Orice incerc sa scriu. Arata ca o gluma rasuflata. Totul se rupe de la mijloc. Neterminat, ca aceste randuri. Poate ar trebui sa inchid cartea. Sa las jos pixul, lentilele, mingea. Sa nu mai ies din casa pana cand. Nu o sa pot sa fiu perfect pentru tine. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Ochii deschisi la F/5.6.
