It's game time!

Curând, când o să am din nou mai mult timp, o să mă joc! din nou...
Momentan tot instalez jocuri trial, de câte o oră, doar ca să am certitudinea că nu o să mă ia valul şi să nu mă pot opri.
Încă nu m-am hotărât la ce anume să mă opresc, sau ce anume să caut...

TO BE CONTINUED...

Billy Joel - She's Always a Woman

Încă o melodie, din auzite..


She can kill with a smile
She can wound with her eyes
She can ruin your faith
With her casual lies
And she'll only reveal
What she wants you to see
She hides like a child
But she's always a woman to me

She can lead you to love
She can take you or leave you
She can ask for the truth
But she'll never believe you
And she'll take what you give her
As long as it's free
Yeah, she steals like a thief
But she's always a woman to me

Oh, she takes care of herself
She can wait if she wants
She's ahead of her time
Oh, and she never gives out
And she never gives in
She just changes her mind

And she'll promise you more than the Garden of Eden
Then she'll carelessly cut you
And laugh while you're bleeding
But she'll bring out the best
And the worst you can be
Blame it all on yourself
'Cause she's always a woman to me

She is frequently kind
And she's suddenly cruel
She can do as she pleases
She's nobody's fool
But she can't be convicted
She's earned her degree
And the most she will do
Is throw shadows at you
But she's always a woman to me

I've cought a cold...

Da, am prins ceva, nu ştiu sigur ce e, dar nu pare să fie de bine...

Simt destul de multă oboseală, dar dacă reuşesc să dorm, este oarecum euforic, dar suficient de odihnitor pe moment; am un deficit de atenţie suplimentar şi aş mânca multă îngheţată şi piersici.

Aş vrea să dorm, să mă învelesc bine, să îmi fie cald, moale, ca într-o pătură de demult cu un sărut pe frunte.

Moment sentimental [..pauză]

Acum e mult să spun că înţeleg... dar, poate că văd mai bine...
Eşti cea mai minunată, bună, amabilă, îngăduitoare şi atentă fiinţă din viaţa mea. Cea mai grijulie, iubitoare, deschisă, înţelegătoare.
Îţi mulţumesc.
Stau, da, aproape mi-am pierdut cuvintele. Dar aşa mi se întâmplă mereu, mă pierd, în această lume haină.
Nu văd, nu ştiu, nu înţeleg.
Mai mult de atât nici nu ştiu ce aş putea spune, decât "îţi mulţumesc".
Din suflet, iar expresia "din suflet" are alt înţeles acum.

Întâmplător...

Cum multe lucruri se întâmplă aşa, întâmplător, astfel am găsit şi acest om, complet genial.

Tunctunctunc! ... Balkan design!

(ps. those are the best shoes ever, you can fold it and put it in your pocket)

Where the wild roses grow...

În ultima vreme îmi vin tot felul de melodii în minte, iar aceasta este una dintre ele:



They call me the wild rose
but my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day

From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one
As she stared in my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the colour of the roses
That grew down the river, all bloody and wild

When he knocked on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand
He wiped at the tears that ran down my face

On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, " Do you know where the wild roses grow
So sweet and scarlet and free?"

On the second day he came with a single red rose
Said:"Will you give me your loss and you sorrow?"
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
He said, "if I show you the roses will you follow?"

On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he stood smiling above me with a rock in his fist

On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
As I kissed her goodbye, I said, "All beauty must die"
And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth

Vrei să vorbim?

Haide să vorbim!
Uneori, unele subiecte chiar nu poţi să le abordezi cu anumite persoane, indiferent de gradul de obişnuinţă.
Fie din cauză că ştii că nu o să fii înţeles, fie că ceea ce s-a întâmplat nu este acceptat de reglementările interioare, fie că succesul tău o să fie motiv de invidie care va măcina până la separare, fie că unele lucruri sunt mult prea ample pentru a fi abordate.
Motivele sunt multiple, aşa că ai de unde să alegi.

Deci, hai să vorbim...

À bientôt, Dodo

"Blog me tender"

În speranţa că o să revin cu vitejia anterioară, Voilà...
Cu melodia asta m-am trezit în cap, din motive necunoscute.

(ps, mulţumesc pentru corectare)



I don't wanna dance
Dance with you baby no more
I'll never do something to hurt you, though
Oh but the feeling is bad
The feeling is bad

I love your personality
But I don't want our love on show
Sometimes I think it's insanity
Girl the way you go

With all of the guys on the corner
Oh baby, you're the latest trick
Oh, you seem to have their number
Look they're dancing still

Baby now the party's over
For us, so I'll be on my way
Now that the things which moved me
Are standing still

I know it's only superstition
Baby, but I won't look back
Even though I feel your music
Baby that is that

Metalocalypse

PD.
"i have developse a mode to travells time"
"we are"
"and"
"but that`s just a plastic bag over your head"
"yes is are. we are travells trough time right now"
unu îşi dă jos punga şi întreabă
pe alt membru alt trupei
"you there , boy in the street, what days it is?"
"friday is... yesterday. its saturday ..i think"
"oh, i must have travelled trough time itself"
"yes, we travells trough time at the speed of regular time, but with plastic bags over our head"