It's over

Si dupa multe straduinte si chinuri repetate, s-a terminat.Cercul vicios al sambetelor pierdute va fi incheiat si viata va deveni mult mai simpla.Azi a fost concursul interliceal "Top fiz".Ce-i drept s-o tinut de catre judetul nostru, deci nu am mers nicaieri in excursie si nu am avut un week-end asa de placut ca si ceilalti participanti.Dar, daca o facut ceva bine atunci organizarea ii acel ceva.Am primit ciocolata si suc fiecare participant.Cand ne-am asezat in banca, era distribuit pt fiecare elev cate o ciocolata si o sticla cu suc.Asa primiri sa tot fie si concursuri de'astea cat mai multe.
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"

Serus!...