Time is my enemy

2 saptamani!Mai mult, sau mai putin dar 2 saptamani!Si inca si acuma is la stramtoare.Maine test la info, peste vreo 2 saptamani incep tezele....deci scoala asta vrea sa vada cum curge din noi sucul inteligentei.Dupa aia il colecteaza, il pune il Coca-Cola si ne-o vinde cu 5 lei la litru.Asta da afacere!Dar totusi am reusit sa gasesc o portita de vreo 20 de minute in care sa mai updatez ceva la blog, ca deja nu mai stiu sa scriu la tastatura.Abia astept sa vina vacanta de iarna, sa vina Mosu', Revelionu', alea-alea.Trebuie sa ne gandim ce sa-i cerem la Mosu'...Eu vreau: o pace in lume, sa se vindece canceru'...sau mai degraba o tona de TWIX!( Lion, Mars, Bounty, Smash, Snickers...stiti ce vreau sa zic).In fine...
In acest rastimp de 2 saptamani am reusit sa scriu asta:
THE FALLEN ONES

Alone in the dark we stay

Waiting for our pray

To be heard by God

Waiting for the dawn

Until the last one.

We can’t bear this pain no more

It makes us want to go

Away from this putrid world

Far away, so far away

That we won’t be able to say

,,I’m bored, I’m bored!’’

Today we rise against the evil

Today we rise against the odes

No more pain and suffering

Tonight we stand up high

The world is just not meant for us

We’re too different and we’re bored

We want to play on the path of loneliness

Just being ourselves and not be called ,,a mess’’.

That’s why we fight against them all

To save what’s left from ,,the special ones’’

You can never understand our vision

Of a world rewritten.

And that’s why we decided to go

Somewhere else where we may know

How to live our own lives

And how to breed our minds.

We call ourselves ,,The Fallen Ones’’

Because we fell like someone dropped us

From heaven or from hell

We don’t know, but we don’t care!

Follow us if you decide

That this world is your's and mine!

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I feel so lonely

Alone in my despair

I can feel the pain

And it’s not fair

I want to do so many things

Not to be hold by strings

I want to run away

And see her standing in my way

In a beautiful Sunday night

When all the things just might

Turn to be as I wish

To be finally let go from the leash

But then I see

She’s not with me

She’s not even near

So that I can whisper into her ear

My thoughts

My faults

My sins

My crimes

My life

If only I could get to her

If only I could see her

Oh, a touch would a bless

And a kiss would turn me into a mess

But it’s such a wonderful thought

And yet we fought

Just to imagine it

Not to realize it.

But it’s ok

I don’t mind

‘Cause when the time is right

And the stars will be aligned

I’ll go to her

She’ll come to me

We’ll go into the night

And together

Our lips

Will perish

In a kiss…

A doua nu are titlu.Am decis sa nu o etichetez sau sa-i dau un nume...o sa-i zic pur si simplu:,,Poezia''.Dar acuma urmeaza o parte de relaxare si destindere.3 bancuri pe care eu le-am considerat foarte tari, si ca sa nu va chinuiti sa le cautati si voi vi le ofer eu.
1.La ora de dirigentie, doamna profesoara catre elevi:
- Ionica, unde lucreaza tatal tau?
- E gunoier!
- Vai, Ionica, spune si tu ca lucreaza la salubritate!
- Vasilica, tatal tau unde lucreaza?
- E gropar!
- Vasilica, se spune ca lucreaza la pompe funebre!
intr-un final ajunge la Bula!
- Bula , tatal tau cu ce se ocupa?
- E DJ la Mystic Club!
- Adica?
- Clopotar la biserica!
2.Prima zi: Bula arunca hartii in clasa:
Profesoara: Bula, tu arunci hartii?
Bula: Nu, doamna profesoara... sa moara mama daca arunc hartii io!
Ajunge Bula acasa, ma-sa moarta.
A doua zi: Bula iar arunca hartii prin clasa.
Profesoara: Bula, chiar nu arunci tu hartii prin clasa?
Bula: Nu, doamna profesoara... sa moara sor-mea daca am aruncat eu hartii!
Acasa, sor-sa moarta.
A treia zi: Bula nu se mai satura sa arunce hartii.
Profesoara: Bula inceteaza cu hartiile...
Bula: N-am aruncat eu doamna profesoara, sa moara tata!
Ajuns acasa il vazu pe tac-su facandu-si bagajele...
Bula: Ce faci tata?
Tac-su: Uite, imi fac bagajele si-ar fi bine sa ti le faci si tu ca ne mutam de-aci...
Bula: Da' de ce?
Tac-su: Pai ii blestemat blocu' asta: Alaltaieri a murit ma-ta, ieri a murit sor-ta si azi a murit vecinu' de la 7!
3.Bula in armata.
- Bula, ce este patria?
- Nu stiu.
- Stai jos, si fii atent in continuare. Vasile ce este patria?
- Patria este mama mea.
- Corect. Acuma stii Bula? Ce este patria?
- Patria este mama lui Vasile...
- Nu e bine, patria este si mama ta, ai inteles acum?
- Inteles..
- Ce ai inteles?
- Ca sunt frate cu Vasile.
No', acuma ati si ras, v-ati cultivat.Va ajunge.

Serus!...