La mate facem cu un profesor care ai zice ca s-o facut profesor doar ca sa enerveze elevii.In primul rand nu vorbeste tare!Ce puii mei?!Asta ii ceva strategie ca sa faca copii liniste la ora lui.Daca nu taci sa se auda musca, atunci pe el sigur nu-l auzi.Dar pe langa asta are un mod ciudat de a se distra pe seama elevilor.Te scoate la tabla, iti zice o replica smechera de mori de ras si dupa aia iti trage un exercitiu de'ala de nici sa vrei nu-ti dai seama cum se face.Amuzant, dar periculos, asa l-as caracteriza.
In toata invalmaseala asta am reusit sa ma uit in final la reclama cu fluturele.Adica asta.Si nu stiu cum dar m-a inspirat.In acest fel:
Little butterfly
Fly,fly
little butterfly
To the road
of the last chance
Don’t
you,don’t you dare to say
That the
world is all the same.
You will,
you will see someday
How mean can
life truly be
But don’t
you,don’t you go away
Stay, fight
and pray.
On your,on
your road to fame
Many bad
things will surround you
They
will, they will hunt you down
Eat you like
there’s no food left to find
Like the,
like the praying mantis just above
Their
actions will make you feel numb.
So just,so
just fly away
Don’t look
back,don’t you dare to stay!
Then the,
then the bat that was above
Eat him like
he had no love
For the, for
the flying-kind
He just made
a fucking crime.
Now the, now
the butterfly is gone
Into the
void of despair
But he
will,he will always be loved
By the ones
he left behind
Just like,
just like a human being
He is now a
God-like thing.
Goodbye
little butterfly
To me you
will be the same…
Ar veni cantata intr-un fel...ceva gen ca si cantecul ala din,,Nightmare on Elm street''.Fly...fly...little butterfly.Va dati voi seama.
Serus!...
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