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26 iun. 2012

Doi prieteni


Un om și un câine mergeau pe un drum. Omul se bucura de frumusețea zilei când, deodată își dădu seama că de fapt, murise. Își aducea acum clar aminte că murise, iar câinele care mergea lângă el murise și el, chiar cu mai mulți ani în urmă. Se întrebă: "Oare unde duce drumul asta?"...
După o vreme, ajunseră amândoi în dreptul unui gard înalt de piatră. Privindu-l mai îndeaproape, vazu că era făcut dintr-o marmură foarte fină. Mai sus, pe colină, gardul era întrerupt de o arcadă care strălucea în soare.
Ajunseră amândoi acolo și văzură că era încrustată cu perle, iar aleea care ducea spre ea părea pavată cu aur. El și câinele său se apropiară de poartă, unde cineva ședea la un birou.
Îl întrebă:
- Scuzați-mă, unde ne aflăm?
- Aici e raiul - răspunse acesta.
- Minunat, zise omul, pot să vă rog să ne dați puțină apă?
- Bine'nțeles, intratâți înăuntru. Am să trimit imediat vorbă să vi se aducă niște apă cu gheață. Făcu un gest și poarta începu să se deschidă.
- Prietenul meu, poate intra și el? întrebă călătorul arătând înspre câine.
- Îmi pare rău, dar noi nu acceptăm animale.
Omul se gândi o clipă, apoi se întoarse și își continuă calea pe care pornise, împreună cu câinele său.
După încă o lungă plimbare, pe vârful unei alte coline, pe un drum prăpădit de țară, dădură de o fermă, a carei poartă părea că nu avusese zăvor niciodată. De gard, nici nu mai era vorba. Se apropie și vazu un bărbat șezând rezemat de un copac și citind o carte.
- Scuzați-mă! i se adresă el. Aveți cumva puțină apă?
- Da, desigur, e o cișmea ceva mai încolo.
- Și pentru prietenul meu? zise, arătând către câine.
- Trebuie să fie și o strachină, chiar lângă cișmea.
Trecură de poartă și ajunseră la o cișmea veche. Omul și câinele băură pe săturate, iar după ce terminară se înapoiară la omul de sub copac.
- Ce loc este acesta? întrebă călătorul.
- Aici e Raiul.
- Sunt total încurcat. Cineva, ceva mai jos de aici, mi-a zis că Raiul este acolo unde se afla el.
- Te referi la locul acela cu alei de aur și zid de marmură?
- Da.
- Acela e iadul.
- Și nu vă deranjează că ei folosesc același nume ca și dumneavoastră?!
- Din contră, suntem fericiți că ei îi triază mai întâi pe cei care sunt gata să-și lase în urmă prietenii cei mai buni.

Această pildă circulă pe internet, și a fost trimisă printr-un mesaj de către mătușa mea, căreia îi mulțumesc că a trimis-o mai departe.
Veliki desu.

14 iun. 2012

Medusa/Yellow taxi

It’s sunny outside - in my heart is a cold dead winter,
I look at the yellow taxis - supposed to bring you near…
I watch them slow down and go by
And you are not inside…

No one spares me a glance, not even a smile/not even a pity:
“Look at her she’s alone on this sunny day…
Basking in the sun, she looks like she’s spirited away.”
YES madam, I am as cold as a winter breeze,
Cause someone meddled with my heart and broke it for gold…

Look at me how I ended up
Not even the sun, not even the nightingales can get it right.

I listen to every song of the nature
But, all I hear are screeching gales,
Bruises on my heart appearing
As you pass by in a yellow taxi,
Not sparing a glance, not even a smile…
Never looking back, not even a glance, not even a goodbye…

I put my heart on my sleeve - I played with the fate -
And I ended up being without any aid.

 I’m writing this as he goes by,
            - In a yellow taxi -
Not even looking at me, not even a glance.

I see strangers on the street
Hand in hand whispering love,
But all I can feel is my broken soul
And

Cold inside.

3 mar. 2012

Letter to Juliet

In cateva zile mama mea va pleca in Milano pentru un schimb de experienta...pe langa faptul ca aceasta este capitala modei (si ca urmare i-am cerut sa nu se gandeasca sa vina acasa fara o pereche de Jimmy Choo's) mi-a spus ca are in plan sa viziteze si faimosa casa din Verona, altfel spus balconul Julietei...astfel o sa profit de ocazie si am scris o scrisoare pe care  mama o va lipi pe zidul casei.


Dear Juliet,

I am sure you would want to see with your very own two eyes how your tragedy became one of the most popular romantic stories of all time…to see how your star-crossed love for Romeo brought and still brings tears to people all over the world. You are an inspiration, a symbol of fighting for true love.

Most of the people would consider me cruel and not romantic, that includes you if we would have had the chance to talk face to face…but in my view your story has the perfect ending…What would’ve happened if you both had lived? I don’t know…But one thing I’m sure…is that the chemistry between you and Romeo was there because of “the forbidden fruit”. Wanting what your heart desired but not being able to taste true love. Juliet, do you think you would’ve loved Romeo if your heart didn’t have first hated him because he was a Montague? If dear Romeo would have been a friend of your father…would you even have spared him a second glance?

Lovely Juliet, I’m sorry I made you sad…but, all I am desperately trying to convey in a few tiny insignificant words on a piece of milky white paper is that…everyone loves you for the way you are, for the way you shielded your love against all odds.

I’m a nineteen-year-old girl and I must say that our generation is called “the Emo Kids”. Which means, we are highly emotional and we tend to push our feelings deep down and suffer: from love, from the cruel world, from life…and we tend to get very fond of your story. Don’t worry, it’s not a bad influence on us…it truly tells us: Fight! In a world of economic development where money equals power, a world where the society sucks the very essence of humankind, a world where money is round…it tells us to FIGHT for what’s right…for the true values of the soul, for the little spark that remains lit in this degenerated thing we call “being a human”. Love until your last breath, fight for what’s right, be the seeker of truth! Not be afraid of who we are…

PS: Dear Juliet, I would want to ask you how you knew Romeo were your true love. But I’m sure you would read between the lines and find what the real question I’m asking you is: what I feel is it true love? I don’t have a clue…and I think you would smile at me and say that’s the mystery I have to solve by myself. Is he handsome? Yes. Is he smart? Yes. Is he the one? I don’t know Juliet…I can never know if I’m not brave enough to ask…you were brave…I am not prepared…not yet…


Lots of love, xoxo,
Alexandra-Teodora Tirmes

9 feb. 2012

DANCING on the Edge of OBLIVION

Dancing on the Edge of Oblivion...
Me and you, you and I...
Swaying to a beat so far away,
Only we can hear the rhythm that got astray...

The silvery tread, the bond of our souls
It's calling us home...
Though you have your flaws,
I was enchanted from the moment I saw your eyes...
Deep icy cold blue boring into me...
Was I like this before I met you, too?
Were those emotions also mirrored into mine?
I found you...or you found me...

Dancing...
Together...

On the Edge of Oblivion...



PS: poem inspired by the book "Blood Song" - Rhiannon Hart (awsome book...I <3 it)

4 feb. 2012

Life, an interesting journey...

I had the idea to write about a famous place in this world. Instead of this, I was thinking I could write about a famous writer...hmmm like Shakespeare for example. But then I had a flashback of the romantic city of Venice and the gorgeous things I saw there. What do you think of when you say "Venice"? I always associate it with the word "love". I changed my mind so many times, but my article will be about love, sadness, obstacles, in other words about life.
Life is like some strings, once broken never to be repaired. You know the saying "live every moment like your last one", but I got to say I disagree with it. As an answer to the question "why?" I'll just repeat some words that Tom Jones uses as some advice at the beginning of one of his songs: "To live for today and to love for tomorrow is the wisdom of a fool, because yesterdays are over and tomorrow may never come". We are at the age of "love stories", I guess each and every one of you has once written one first love letter or just emailed it. I never write emails to tell people how I feel. I even hate messaging in general when used to approach topics whose importance and emotional range surpass that of a "teaspoonful". I tend to think that all things that matter are to be spoken and not written. Some may accuse me of not being romantic...but the true word is "shy" (on the background plays "In the city of blinding lights"-U2).

-The song changes while I think what I want to write about precisely: "Life is a roller-coaster" by Ronan Keating-

With a little courage, now, an idea blooms like a crimson rose lying in the far corner of my mind, a light at the end of an endless dark tunnel, an idea of how I should talk about such a complicated journey, life, on a single piece of paper. What am I doing exactly? I have a shape in my mind, a blurred purpose...but do you know how I should lock on this piece of milky white paper the deep feelings behind the words? Actually, I'm used to this...not being able to express my true feelings...
Remember when you were just a little kid and you used to ask your mom "Is it good? Did I do it well?" (Next track: "Moon river"-Frank Sinatra).
Can't you see, I am writing to you...you know...told you I'm not used to this...And now I'll start babbling...hmm...10 seconds to change the song-Avant: "Right place, wrong time"-. And now with a change of attitude due to the music I'll try to end with what I should have said from the very beginning(that's me). So, what should we do now? ("I just can't help believin' "-Elvis Presley)

-Imagine I spent a whole song to write the last few words-
Well, I just want to say that as we grow up we tend to forget where we come from. Becoming a famous banker with lots of money on your hands isn't enough. We should not forget about our family, friends and never ever put anything else before them ("I hope you dance"-Ronan Keating-marvelous tune you should actually listen to this).
You know what? An example of family being on the first place is "The last song", a book written by Nicholas Sparks. It teaches us to be more responsible, it indirectly advises us that even if the whole world were ours, we couldn't rule it alone, we need to be supported by family ("Candle in the wind"-Elton John). "Personal affection is a luxury you can have only after all your enemies are eliminated. Until then, everyone you love is a hostage, sapping your courage and corrupting your judgement" (by Orson Scott Card-"Empire"). Even if the words have a negative meaning, it should have the opposite effect on us (Michael Buble-"Home").
One last thing I'll tell you:
Worship the bonds of true family; don't make this world worse than it is now, because it is already dancing on the edge of oblivion.
(Play list: empty)

25 ian. 2012

Jack the Ripper

Slaughter my dreams and chase my heart,
Beautiful as the devil, cruel as a cold angel
Your vendetta felt like branded iron-
you were smart...
A Celestial Bronze sword to perish my anger,
An Obsidian Dagger to twist me in tangles.
How can I breathe smoke, you may ask!?
Because living with you is an excruciating task.
Blue eyed danger - yes, you're a monster
Let my veins bleed ink and throw me in the dumpster.