Timp pierdut

Rataciri pe strazi pustii si plouate,
Cu intrebari fara raspuns pavate,
Cu pareri de rau si vise ingropate,
Cu balti adancite de ganduri uitate.

Cautari de idealuri si vise-n vant,
Amintiri ale unui singur gri avant,
Reflectii tremurate-n balti negre,
Cine a mai ramas oare de veghe?

Recunosti umbra aia tremurata?
Imbatranita, rece, gri, posaca?
Oare cand timpul oare a zburat?
De cat timp privelistea te-a furat?

Ploua. Da, ploua uitat in noapte,
Se sterg imaginile printre fapte,
Nimic oricum nu se mai intoarce.
Timpul oare cat in vant mai toarce?

You gotta get up and try, try, try

Where there is desireThere is gonna be a flameWhere there is a flameSomeone's bound to get burnedBut just because it burnsDoesn't mean you're gonna dieYou've gotta get up and try try tryGotta get up and try try tryYou gotta get up and try, try, try...

Are you game?

aka the very strange, yet pretty much true connection between people, games and relationships...

The most basic thing that you learn even before being able to walk or even talk is how to play and although the toys and the rules change, in the end the game is something that fascinates us for our entire lives...

Relationships and games? Well, relationships are games, at least in the beggining...The chasing, the strategy, the testing ground, the defining, the next step, the next level, until you can manage to win or to lose a friend, a lover, an enemy...And sometimes they never finish... But most of the times it's not all about the win or the loss, it's more about the journey and sometimes you can give up along the way...

People are different and they obviously like different games, some of them might like playing more than others, some consider that only one part of the game is important, some have the neccessary patience to make up strategy, some get bored quickly, some expect for things to happen, some make them happen and I couldn't say what is wrong and what is right, as in contrast with the other games this particular one has no common rules. Maybe that makes it more interesting...

Me? I am a player like everyone else, but it depends on who asks if I am game. It's hard to get me interested and even harder to maintain my interest...I am not patient, I would most of the time get bored if the things are not moving fast and rather go play the same game with somebody else...same game, new approaches...either way it might be that the beggining is a game, but after that is the hard core level: the real life...do you have what it takes to play that? Are you game enough to get real? I am...

Casablanca

It's time to see who is gonna make me fall in love again watching Casablanca ;))

Despartire tarzie

Isi plang amantii lacrimile seci,
Pe strazile triste, pustii si reci,
Cu picaturi de sange pe asfalt,
Intoxicati de ploaia de cobalt.

S-au vandut la piata disperarii,
Pe bani putini, s-au dat uitarii,
Si ce au castigat si ce au pierdut,
Murmura sinistru un cantec mut.

Oribile fantome bantuie cimitire,
Fredonand ceva vag din psaltire,
Regreta amar, sec un lucru-n cor:
Ziua de ieri uitata trist in palma lor.

Mult scrum

Un intuneric nebun ce se-ascunde in tine,
Mii de ganduri negre si atat de straine,
O bezna neagra de nedescris se-ntinde,
O noapte tacuta, grea, totul in jur cuprinde.

Ce stii tu din spatele usii tale incuiate,
Cu soarele, luna si stelele desenate?
Crezi tu iluzoriu ca le-ntelegi pe toate?
Tu care nici macar nu stii ce-s alea fapte?

Vezi-ti in continuare de iluziile tale reci,
Oricum n-ai sa-ntelegi nici pana in veci,
Nu departarea e ceea care te departeaza,
Ci gandul tau opac e cel ce te-alieneaza.

Intoarce-te doar la soarele tau desenat,
Si lasa ma pe mine in noaptea mea uitat,
De nu ai inteles nimic din mine pana acum
Restul e doar fum in zare si mult scrum...

Nimeni pe strazi

Ploaie marunta de toamna tarzie,

Ceata bolnava de o grea apatie, 

Caramizi ude, marmura de angoase, 

Moarte acida sub talpi de foioase...

Trecatori cu umbrele si guler ridicat, 

Priviri uitate in timpul ce-a zburat, 

Lumini pale de felinare cancerigene, 

Vant de intrebari curgand prin vene.

Eu, eu sunt doar un nimeni pe strazi, 

N-ar fi durut sa fiu eu una dintre prazi, 

Dar sa ma acuzi ca am fost eu pradator, 

N-ai inteles nici pana acum... e sfidator...

Imi vad de drum prin toamna tarzie, 

Prin ceata bolnava de o grea apatie, 

Daca nici faptele nu mai vorbesc, 

Nimeni sunt si un nimic urmaresc..

Scanteie

Dulapuri, usi, sertate incuiate,
Vise, ganduri si pareri sparte,
Mare de cioburi si  dezastre,
Flori uitate de mult in glastre...

Si cine stie oare ce e in dulap,
Nimanui nu-i trece nici prin cap,
Si tu pretizi senin si zambitor,
Ca e atata ordine in dormitor...

Doar poate intr-o seara rece,
In fata timpului ce-amar trece,
Iei de mana un strain dezorientat,
Si ii arati ce dezordine e in dulap.

Priviri speriate, priviri ciudate
Pentru o secunda din eternitate,
Si dupa o imbratisare fara timp,
Ai inteles ca e un alt anotimp....

Si poate doar o nevoie acuta,
Doar o tornada atat de tacuta,
Aveau nevoie de un martor cheie,
Ca sa elibereze in final o scanteie...