tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51213843790824763892011-07-08T10:35:29.622+03:00El grande Piahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07884378794927852595noreply@blogger.comBlogger131100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121384379082476389.post-54840672199454097122010-03-15T15:05:00.005+02:002010-03-16T22:36:04.394+02:00intre noi sunt doar lacrimi<br />pe care timpul nu le'a curatat.<br />ma inec in asfaltul de un galben murdar<br />nici griji, nici suspine<br />nu se mai spala in alb<br />toate gandurile planeaza pe un alt val<br /><br />privesc inapoi fara ura si dor<br />amintiri esuate cu care pe fata ma spal<br />nici suspine, nici lacrimi nu ma ajuta sa mor<br />inca o data.<br />de tot.<br /><br />nisip se asterne pe noua ta fata<br />pistrui dintre nori pe soare se'agata<br />iubirea ta veche ma bantuie ca o ceata<br />si e rece si uda si nu pot scapa<br />furtuni de moloz si nu intreba:<br />cum te simti?<br /><br />in palma ta linii trasezi catre altcineva<br />sunt noaptea ce vine.<br />sunt noaptea.<br />si presimt ca'ntre nopti nu va rasari dimineata<br />e lumina din vise ce te'ntinde pe cruce sa dormi<br />noi suntem artera din inima erei de joi<br /><br />dorinta pe aripa de fluture mort<br />dragostea noastra nu este decat un simplu avort<br /><br />adunata in cochilii ma strang moarta'n brate<br />prin vene cenusa curge spre noua mea viata.<br />si renasc...<br />renasc constelatia inscrisa pe spate<br />prin steaua ce curge unind noi sperante<br />ma renasc...<br />din cenusa.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5121384379082476389-5484067219945409712?l=pia-poooint.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>El grande Piahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07884378794927852595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121384379082476389.post-76039213864368747112010-03-05T22:55:00.006+02:002010-03-05T23:27:24.305+02:00pe sub stropi de vant<br />sub tarmuri de ploaie<br />iti alerga nori agale<br />prin frageda visare<br /><br />noroi se'ntinde pe sub gene<br />si cioburi sparte pe sub ele<br />adanc in mare imi inec suflarea<br />nisipul arde si vantul strange carnea<br /><br />deaspupra se nasc cocori<br />isi intind aripile'n nori<br />iar valurile sparg lacatele visarii<br />lasand sa curga sange din uscate vene<br /><br />de cate ori ti'am pus sa taci<br />de'atatea ori imi sorbeai cuvantul<br />zambind in gol<br />privind prin geam amurgul.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5121384379082476389-7603921386436874711?l=pia-poooint.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>El grande Piahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07884378794927852595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121384379082476389.post-5556326264753404652010-01-23T01:49:00.002+02:002010-01-23T01:53:48.220+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rpg0wukh834/S1o6fpdr47I/AAAAAAAAACM/yhl5GDsGW5U/s1600-h/027.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rpg0wukh834/S1o6fpdr47I/AAAAAAAAACM/yhl5GDsGW5U/s320/027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429716616129274802" /></a><br />pai ce? crezi ca e asa de rau?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5121384379082476389-555632626475340465?l=pia-poooint.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>El grande Piahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07884378794927852595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121384379082476389.post-41920919760286990942009-09-23T22:50:00.001+03:002009-09-25T00:19:37.097+03:006 months of elephants are not quite good to express the happiness that i can see but not touch, is reaching for the sky but is deeper than my hidden thoughts<br />6 months of continuing confussion aboth the 6 months of elephants searching for no answers and for inexistent elephants<br />6 monts of waking up with the thought of elephant trying to paint in canvas the vain of other 6 elephants<br />6 months of wishing the best to help me elephant `cause i`m out of order <br />6 months of keeping secret my rare elephant from the outside view<br />6 months of wishing the best for him<br />6 months of waking me<br />6 months of disagreed<br />6 months of elephants<br />6 months of me<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5121384379082476389-4192091976028699094?l=pia-poooint.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>El grande Piahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07884378794927852595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121384379082476389.post-89797278138460050042009-09-23T22:43:00.000+03:002009-09-23T22:47:33.848+03:00rain<br /><br />i`m in love with the rain<br />the rain in the cold night<br />the rain without the light<br />the rain that never dies<br />the rain that is just mine<br />and i so love the rain<br />because`s my closest friend<br />i love to wash the clouds<br />to twist the sponge of rain<br />and to watch it till it falls<br />all of it <br />all of he<br />all of me<br />and turn into mudd of my life<br />under the smile of sun<br />in the cold cold night.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5121384379082476389-8979727813846005004?l=pia-poooint.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>El grande Piahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07884378794927852595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121384379082476389.post-75856733048132323562008-10-01T10:22:00.004+03:002009-09-23T22:43:34.467+03:00panica? eveniment? tragedie? toate sunt cuvinte... nu prea realizam ce inseamna decat inainte sa inceapa nu? suntem inconstienti. intotdeauna am cautat doar binele nostru neintelegand si neincercand sa ii ajutam pe altii. totul este pentru noi, pentru ca suntm egoisti. sufletele noastre nu sunt demne de mila. in fond toti suntem la fel. niste ipocriti, poate ca ma crezi prea dura cand spun asta dar in fond asta e purul adevar, nu ne gandim decat la noi. cand opinia si pozitia noastra este in pericol nimic nu mai conteaza. trebuie sa actionam nu? panica? ok. ill take the shot. im not afraid. it allways happends to me.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5121384379082476389-7585673304813232356?l=pia-poooint.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>El grande Piahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07884378794927852595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121384379082476389.post-11481232914062278262008-09-10T23:44:00.004+03:002008-09-11T00:07:23.496+03:00este frig. este frig si noaptea se apropie usor apasand norii deasupra mea. creeaza intunericul. simt cum ma afund in aburii norilor negri. coboara din ce in ce mai mult si simt cum ma zdrobeste. incep sa ametesc, psihicul meu o ia razna. incerc sa deschid ochii...pleoapele'mi sunt stranse. o usoara stare de greata provoaca agitarea universului meu interior. sunete inumane imi alearga prin mintea suprasolicitata ca un roi de fluturi mutanti ce au pornit in cautarea hranei. cad. sunt intr'o cadere libera continua. simt cum ma doare. simt cum mi s'a sfasiat pielea cand a atins masa solida ce era acum un moment sub mine. incerc sa alerg. respir greu aerul gros. picioarele mi se misca in gol. o singura intrebare imi macina ultimul gand: "de ce nu pot sa fiu fericita? de ce nu am fost niciodata cu adevarat?". poate ca nu am solicitat niciodata indeajuns raul ca sa ma bucur de clipele simple. viata mea a fost construita din detalii si eu am fost detaliul din viata altora. simt cum aleaga gandul de mine si cum mi se scurge sufletul. micul meu univers interior se ciocneste cu universul exterior si totul se stinge. lumina din mine sau din el a disparut. tot ce a ramas acum este intunericul. poate ca eu am fost de fapt raul.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5121384379082476389-1148123291406227826?l=pia-poooint.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>El grande Piahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07884378794927852595noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121384379082476389.post-12422303498136479592008-07-09T00:34:00.006+03:002008-09-10T23:11:21.960+03:00planuri inclinate si clipe uitate<br />se'amesteca prin soare<br />soptesc cuvinte de regret<br />topesc aerul si se strecoara printre stele<br /><br />o clipa si un zambet<br />clipesc de sub o raza<br />si sar de peste rauri<br />de fumuri albe'n ceata.<br /><br />nimicul este totul<br />ce rade si'nconjoara<br />nimicul este totul<br />ce strange si omoara.<br /><br />un fir de ceara curge<br />topit usor de soare<br />si leaga ca o sfoara<br />nimicul ce'i afara.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5121384379082476389-1242230349813647959?l=pia-poooint.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>El grande Piahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07884378794927852595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121384379082476389.post-41424580895287039332008-07-04T01:28:00.003+03:002008-07-04T01:32:16.540+03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rpg0wukh834/SG1TPQxEptI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZZikvxo3fS8/s1600-h/grhtfj.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rpg0wukh834/SG1TPQxEptI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZZikvxo3fS8/s320/grhtfj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218919064856209106" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />bau bau it's still alive<br />i'm bau bau!!!<br /><br />hai sperie'te!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5121384379082476389-4142458089528703933?l=pia-poooint.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>El grande Piahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07884378794927852595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121384379082476389.post-68473367146018455412008-06-28T14:35:00.003+03:002008-06-28T14:47:18.567+03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rpg0wukh834/SGYkGxMRKHI/AAAAAAAAABU/4Q6jxIw-HJA/s1600-h/Kimmie_final_4small.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rpg0wukh834/SGYkGxMRKHI/AAAAAAAAABU/4Q6jxIw-HJA/s320/Kimmie_final_4small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216896917057906802" /></a><br />prin suras ne spargem nuanta<br />prin suras devenim alta parte din noi<br />prin suras invingem realitatea<br />prin suras calcam pe nori<br />prin suras privim prin gol<br />prin suras citim cuvinte<br />prin suras zburam idei<br />prin suras planam negatii<br />prin suras vedem creatii<br />prin suras plecam departe<br />prin suras totul e noapre<br />prin suras cerul zambeste<br />prin suras viata pluteste<br />prin suras nu suntem noi.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5121384379082476389-6847336714601845541?l=pia-poooint.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>El grande Piahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07884378794927852595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121384379082476389.post-78144343273965610622008-06-27T01:22:00.006+03:002008-06-27T01:53:51.170+03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rpg0wukh834/SGQanXIOHuI/AAAAAAAAABM/4IT6ROkchwM/s1600-h/frgrehgerg.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rpg0wukh834/SGQanXIOHuI/AAAAAAAAABM/4IT6ROkchwM/s400/frgrehgerg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216323531927592674" /></a><br />ok...ok...calm<br />nu par eu calma?<br />eu?<br />dar eu sunt calma.<br />sunt o fire foarte calma.<br />mai ales knd mi'e lene.<br />si totusi...<br />sunt calma...<br />sunt absolut calma.<br />universul tine cu mine.<br />m'a innebunit cuvantu asta: "calm"<br />dar de ce sa fiu calma?<br />eu NU POT sa fiu calma<br />nu este o calitate de'a mea<br />si totusi...<br />am momente in care sunt...<br />...calma.<br />da. calma.<br />calm. cuvantu asta imi tiuie in urechi!<br />si pana la urma de ce atata calm?<br />pentru ce?<br />calm...<br />calm...<br />calm...<br />cuvantu' asta suna nasol.<br />nu'mi place.<br />e prea...calm.:|<br />nu sunt o fire...<br />calma.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5121384379082476389-7814434327396561062?l=pia-poooint.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>El grande Piahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07884378794927852595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121384379082476389.post-89643028434229383012008-06-26T01:14:00.002+03:002008-06-27T01:38:35.248+03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rpg0wukh834/SGQaY4g5zQI/AAAAAAAAABE/u0RBrA2aLCU/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rpg0wukh834/SGQaY4g5zQI/AAAAAAAAABE/u0RBrA2aLCU/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216323283191450882" /></a><br />am stat si m-am uitat la un punct<br />un punct de creion<br />si l-am intins cu degetu<br />a format un fum<br />a format un punct extins<br />si dupaia<br />l-am sters.<br /><br /><br />wtf?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5121384379082476389-8964302843422938301?l=pia-poooint.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>El grande Piahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07884378794927852595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121384379082476389.post-61993470747711024462008-06-25T17:46:00.004+03:002008-06-27T01:33:28.927+03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rpg0wukh834/SGQZK3ntyhI/AAAAAAAAAA8/IW1s8Md_KmY/s1600-h/547629756.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rpg0wukh834/SGQZK3ntyhI/AAAAAAAAAA8/IW1s8Md_KmY/s400/547629756.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216321942921792018" /></a><br />culori<br />culorile trec<br />se misca<br />sunt intr-un continuu abis ce se leagana de colo-ncoace<br />de ce toata lumea se scufunda in culori?<br />de ce culorile surad daca ingerii sunt albi?<br />ei nu sunt in culori nu?<br />si de ce ceea ce este mai important nu poarta culori?<br />culorile sunt...<br />pete<br />pete care formeaza planuri si forme<br />culorile sunt mirosuri<br />sunt mirosuri vizuale<br />eu sunt o culoare?<br />nu<br />eu sunt o nonculoare<br />si daca as fi o pata maro?<br />sunt eu o pata?<br />de ce cuolrile pale exprima liniste?<br />un roz vomitat poate sa exprime liniste nu?<br />daca e decolorant de ce produce rosu?<br />culorile formeaza forme<br />culorile formeaza vise<br />culorile deformeaza ganduri<br />culorile nu raman mereu<br />culorile trec...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5121384379082476389-6199347074771102446?l=pia-poooint.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>El grande Piahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07884378794927852595noreply@blogger.com0