Intram in anul 2012...un an interesant si plin de subinteles.Sa speram ca va fi cu materii mai usoare si chestii mai interesante.Is curios daca apucam sfarsitul lumii.Si daca da, cum o sa arate....ah, ganduri interesante si fantastice.
Azi am reusit s-ai fac in ciuda la profa de info cand am adus la implinire misunea mea de a-mi corecta media.Tot azi am mers la...ahh....Galeria de arta Ioan Sima din Zalau!Profa de romana o hotarat sa facem partea cu iarna din proiectul ei despre anotimpuri azi ca sa...sincer habar n-am de ce o vrut sa-l facem azi.De fapt chiar m-o enervat.M-o pus sa-i fac o poezie pe tema iarna.Serios acuma?!Urasc genu asta de poezii care se leaga de asa ceva.Consider subiectul mult prea putin studiat pentru a fi exprimat la adevarata sa valoare.Majoritatea poeziilor care apartin poetilor romani vorbesc despre saniuta si modul plictisitor in care cad fulgii de zapada.O abordare cam simpla as zice.Dar mi-sm calcat pe inima si am decis sa las timpul liber sa ma inspire.Si pana la urma cred ca am scos-o la capat:
MUZA MEA
Jos, in vale, se ascund stihiile in legiuni, cu miile
Umbre adanci pe peisajul molatic
Par acum plopii tomnateci
Valul lunii se-ntinde peste zare, cuprinzand totul in cale
Peste munti, peste vai, peste campii
Cad acum fulgii iernii.
Afara, linistea-i stapana
Nimeni nu mai sta pe langa stana.
Cerul se ineaca cu fum
Dela casele de langa drum
Iar lemnul in sobe, degrab' se face scrum.
Ah, muza a mea,
din nou te afli la mila sa.
Acea tirana neinduplecata
Ce se numeste craiasa
Ea poarta pe umerii reci
Val de vanturi aspre si seci,
Te-ngreuneaza cu o patura grea
Si alba, de nea.
Din nou adormi
Doar ca sa renasti din nou.
Dar acum tu taci natura mea
Esti gata sa fii subjugata iar
De-al iernii greu amar.
Dintre stele te cobori,
Printre muritori
Craiasa a zapezii
Sa-mprastii frigul iernii.
Iar cand vremea va veni
Tu vei fugi,
Vei lua cu tine inima mea
O vei sfarteca,
Dar eu te voi astepta
Craiasa mea.
Cam asa...Dar dupa toata chestia asta nu am putut sa las totul asa.Adica in fond si la urma urmei mi-am incalcat una dintre cele mai sacre reguli.Asa ca a trebuit sa fac ceva ca lumea.
THE ANGEL'S STAR
It is said
That when
you’re sad
An angel
cries with you.
The story
starts
Somewhere
near Mars
On a place
foretold
That we
humans call home.
Here, on a
land
A girl
Was feeling
sad
But little
did she knew
That up
there too
Someone was
feeling blue.
It was an
angel
A mighty one
He was
sitting at heaven’s gates
Covered in
plates
But one day
He saw that
lovely lady
And he
started to feel crazy.
A deep love
filled his heart
And every
night
He stood
there and watch
How she prayed
to the Lord
To make her
feel like she was home
But no one
listened to her prayers
So every
night
She was
crying with blood tears
And that was
making the angel feel sad.
So one night
He went down
To her
balcony
And listened
carefully
‘’Dear God
Just this
once
Listen to my
prayers
And help me
overcome my fears
Send me star
To take me
far
To keep me
safe
That’s all I
wish’’
Her voice
was so relaxing
Yet so full
of passion
That the
angel cried
And that’s
how it started.
He went back
to the skies
To tell God
his demand
‘’No’’, he
said
You can’t
take her here
To stay, no,
not here
She’s a
mortal
She can’t
stay
You must
forget her
Now go, at
the gates.
That wasn’t
enough
To keep the
angel away
So he
decided to brake
Heaven’s
first law
He took the
brightest star
On his
shoulders
And took
down
To Earth
Here
He told the
girl
To take the
star
And just
tell it
Where she
wanted to go
She couldn’t
thank him enough
But he said
just this:
If you’re
safe
If you’re
happy
Then I’m at
peace
And need
nothing.
So she went
away
And he
returned
But his fate
Was yet to
come
For he had
broken he sacred rule
And now he
was doomed
He was dying
Decomposing
His holiness
was degrading
His life was
ending.
But he was
smiling
For he knew
That he was
dying
For the girl
she loved
And he knew
That now
She loves
him too.
From there
on
Every time a
human cries
An angel
cries too
For he
remembers the story
Of the angel
who broke the sacred rule
That didn’t
listen to God
That died
To save
A girl
He loved.
Acum sunt impacat cu mine insumi.Am totul in echilibru din nou.Abia astept sa ma duc maine cu Fostu' meu coleg, Masa, la balu' ala jmecher si dupa aia sa umblam pe unde avem chef.Oare cum ar fi sa nu dorm deloc si sa ma duc asa la scoala?Probabil naspa, plus ca vineri dupa scoala plec in excursie...la Baia Mare:)).Din cate am inteles unchiu' a aflat ca are cancer, dar se poate trata, insa noi mergem sa-l sustinem moral.Tine-ti-i pumnii sa se faca bine repede.
3 testoase merg la pescuit...Tiptil, tiptil ajung ele la locul cu
pricina dar isi dau seama ca au uitat carligele...Trag la sorti care sa
se intoarca dupa carlige si pica testoasa Bula. Dar Bula se revolta:
- Eu nu ma duc, ca voi, pana ma intorc eu, mancati toata mancarea!
Se jura celelalte 2 ca nu o vor manca, si pleaca Bula... Trece 1 zi, doua...7...Una din testoase vroia sa manance.Dar cealalta o opreste:
- Nu, c-am jurat ca nu mancam...
Mai trec zile...10, 20...dupa 30 zile se gandeau ele:
- Bula a mers atat...imposibil sa nu fi mancat si el. Hai sa ciugulim si noi cate ceva ca suntem morti de foame!
Cand sa inceapa sa manance, apare Bula dintr-un tufis:
- Aha, eram sigur c-o sa mancati! Imi bag picioarele, nu ma mai duc !
- Eu nu ma duc, ca voi, pana ma intorc eu, mancati toata mancarea!
Se jura celelalte 2 ca nu o vor manca, si pleaca Bula... Trece 1 zi, doua...7...Una din testoase vroia sa manance.Dar cealalta o opreste:
- Nu, c-am jurat ca nu mancam...
Mai trec zile...10, 20...dupa 30 zile se gandeau ele:
- Bula a mers atat...imposibil sa nu fi mancat si el. Hai sa ciugulim si noi cate ceva ca suntem morti de foame!
Cand sa inceapa sa manance, apare Bula dintr-un tufis:
- Aha, eram sigur c-o sa mancati! Imi bag picioarele, nu ma mai duc !
No, in caz ca nu mai reusesc sa scriu, va urez la toti care cititi aceste randuri un MERRY CHRISTMAS cat mai fain si A APPY NEW YEAR plin de reusite!:D
Serus!...
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