Profa de romana o decis ca si asa is plictisit destul, de ce sa nu-mi dea ea ceva de facut.Si acuma, am fost insarcinat sa scot la imprimanta o carte cu ''Invataturile lui Neagoe Basarab''....adica 200+pagini!!!
Se suc vreo 3 tusuri negre pe prostia asta.Ca sa nu mai zic de bani si timp.Si de parca nu era destul, am aflat ca la istorie avem de facut un proiect( de data asta toata clasa) despre acelasi subiect.De ce?....singura intrebare care poate exprima tot ce as vrea sa exprim...
Love was here
Love was
here
Isn’t it
clear?
Can’t you
see
All the pain
and misery?
All the
shredded pieces of a broken heart
Laying on
the floor of a lonely soul
That cries
That suffers
That wants
more…
Where are
those days of joy
When the
girl loved the boy?
Where’s that
magic spark
That leaved
a mark
With it’s
burning flame
All those
nights
Of golden
sights
When the
moon was a silent guardian
Watching
over the narnian
And his only
love.
Stars
shinning in her eyes
Happiness,
the only thing in their minds.
A soft touch
A gentle
kiss
What a
bliss…
And now
Forsaken is
the one
That loved
more than he could bear
Chained in
the dark corners of himself
Wishing he
could die right now
To end the
horror
To ease the
pain
To forget…
But out of a
sudden
A light from
the one he once lost
Smiles once
more at his petrified face.
Like a dove
Gliding down
on the wings of love
An angel
comes to heal his wounds
A well known
face
Full of
grace
A lost hope
saved his soul.
The waiting
is over
They met
again
Their lips
reunited
Their hearts
beating together
He embraces
her
Stronger and
stronger
Swearing
he’ll never let go
And she
tells him
Not to fear
anymore
Because
nothing can come between them
And then thy
kiss
Again…
THE BRIDGE OF LIGHT
When you’re
alone
And have
nowhere to go
Life looks
so dark and strange
Feelings
inside you fight for a higher state
When all you
know and loved
Perishes in
front of your eyes
And you
think that you can’t go that way one more time
That’s the
moment when you do what’s right
That’s when
you realize that only love can build us
A bridge of
light.
From me to
you
From there
to here
That’s when
you wipe away the tears
Just take my
hand
Let’s run
away
No one can
make us stay
Let’s see
this world in a whole new different way
Me, looking
through your eyes
You, chasing
away my fears.
Just take a
breath and close your eyes
Dream a land
with you and I
And when you
wake up in the night
I’ll be by
your side
To give you
shelter in my arms
To scare
away those evil thoughts
To keep you
alive
To help you
win the fight
As we walk
on this love bridge
Of light.
Mdaa....Joi
am fost la o sceneta de comedie.Piesa a fost genial interpretata,
personajele impecabile si am ajuns sa rad pana ce m-o durut
maxilaru'.Dar, cand am plecat din sala, am realizat ca pe langa starea
de amuzament pe care mi-o indusera, actorii au reusit sa mai strecoare
si altceva.Asta:
Primu' lucru pe care cred ca l-o facut 85% din lumea care o fost acolo, cand o ajuns acasa o fost sa caute pe youtube melodia asta.Asta inseamna sa ai o melodie de background care sa prinda la public.
In rest....vine primavara, se duce zapada si timpul trece...
Un nebun scapa de la sanatoriu. Noapte.
Se pune pe urmarit o femeie. Femeia
simte ca e urmarita, nebunul dupa ea.
Tipa grabeste pasul, nebunul dupa ea,
fuge disperata, fuge ca si cum ar fi
urmarita de apocalipsa, fuge de parca
toata viata ei ar fi fugit, fuge fara sa
vada nimic, fara sa gandeasca, fara sa
simta, dar fuge disperat si lacrimile ii
curg siroaie si ii cad pantofii si i se
rup hainele.
Nebunul fuge dupa ea si o prinde.
O propteste de un perete, se uita atent si cu o privire criminala la ea, se uita in ochii femeii care erau mai mult morti decat vii. Femeia era asa de speriata incat aproape ca nu mai respira. El o intreaba:
- Esti vie?
Cu o ultima licarire de speranta si cu glasul deznadajduit ea ii raspunde:
- Da.
La care nebunul:
- Si atunci de ce nu faci struguri?...saraca fata..pardon "vie"
Nebunul fuge dupa ea si o prinde.
O propteste de un perete, se uita atent si cu o privire criminala la ea, se uita in ochii femeii care erau mai mult morti decat vii. Femeia era asa de speriata incat aproape ca nu mai respira. El o intreaba:
- Esti vie?
Cu o ultima licarire de speranta si cu glasul deznadajduit ea ii raspunde:
- Da.
La care nebunul:
- Si atunci de ce nu faci struguri?...saraca fata..pardon "vie"
Serus!...