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ea e femeia pe care el si-o doreste doar o noapte si tu toata viata, iar a doua zi el o doreste toata viata si tu doar pt o noapte
ea e femeia care stie sa rada chiar si atunci cand sufletul ii plange
ea e femeia pe care ti-e frica sa o iei in brate ca sa nu o ranesti dar pe care o ranesti pt ca ti-e frica sa iubesti
ea e femeia pe toti o arata cu degetul dar toti o vor
ea e femeia de care ti-e dor dar pe care nu vrei sa o mai vezi
ea e femeia dupa care tu plangi atunci cand esti cu cealalta
ea e femeia care nu zice nu
ea e femeia care are grija de tine atunci cand nu te astepti
ea e femeia care te iubeste in tacere
ea e femeia care se bucura pt reusitele tale si sufera pt esecurile tale fara ca tu sa iti dai seama
ea e femeia pe care ai pierdut-o atunci cand ai incercat sa o castigi
ea e femeia pe care o strigi noaptea in vis fara sa vrei
ea e femeia pe care o urasti ca o iubesti atat de mult
ea e femeia care stie sa te aline
ea e femeia care poata sa faca totul motivata doar de faptul ca existi
ea e femeia care nu se lasa cucerita de o gramada de bani ci de o gramada de sentimente
ea e femeia al carui zambet nu il poti uita si ale carei lacrimi te-au marcat pe viata
ea e femeia in care gasesti mereu un copil de care sa ai grija dar e destul de matura incat sa se descurce singura si sa stie ce vrea de la viata....
ea e femeia de care ti-e dor chiar si atunci cand e langa tine
ea e femeia pt care totul nu e de ajuns
ea e femeiea pt care ai face orice dar de care iti este frica
ea e femeia visurilor tale dar tu alegi sa stai langa alta
ea e femeia ce te iubeste neincetat
ea e femeia ce iti stapaneste gandurile
Thursday, May 21, 2009
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Friday, April 10, 2009
Pearblossom Highway… an ordinary desert highway…but if you look at the substrate…a simple view of it, you can compare it to one’s life!
During one’s lifetime, one has to make certain decisions, certain choices…choices that will eventually change one’s life, one way or another. At some point, one has to confront oneself with problems, having to choose between moving on or stopping or just ignoring it…or one just might be prevented or advised to: “STOP AHEAD”…Would one listen? Put yourself in one’s shoes…would you listen? Would you pay attention? Would you prevent yourself from a potential crash or you would go straight ahead without caring about the sign given or shown.
Through all the misleads of life, all the left-over, through all the memories, mistakes or good deeds, a person can always find himself/herself surrounded by the good and bad that life can offer; but that good or bad depends on each person's point of view. There are plenty of examples: some want a career before family, some want love before career, some want both at the same time, and some have none. It is said that when you crave for too much, you risk getting nothing, due to your stubbornness of having everything. "Everything" is gained in time, with experience and patience, love and understanding, trust and compromise!
Having great expectations often brings great disappointments. Putting your hopes high for something that eventually proves itself hopeless or impossible, can crash a person. They say impossible is nothing, and if that so, why is the definition of impossible so clear, so certain, and so often seen? Is this life worth all the thinking, hoping, expecting?
I’ve heard persons saying that life is an art! Well…If life is an art, then why aren’t we surrounded by so many artists? Why aren’t out there many more who are able to say: “I was a maestro in this art called life. I carved it with my music, with the color palette of the poems I’ve lived.”
Why have we got so many stars, but just few artists in their true meaning? And if life is an art, then why are there so many homeless people all around the world, whom fight to survive from a day to the next? Where is the art in their lives? And most important: where is the art in having a life filled and fed with illusions, hopes…and as you age…everything hides behind the curtain, which is already consumed by time …and dreams that have already fallen asleep.
And the answer given to all these questions is that life is an art just because it’s incomprehensible, just as all arts are. There are few people who know how to appreciate what was given to them: the right to live. If we search art in shortcomings, in useless things and hours wasted on nothing, we don’t know what it is that we are searching for. If we have something to reproach, we should reproach it to ourselves. It’s true…some are born luckier that others, but we all ought to put good use to our resources and make our own way through life. The real frustration is that life is, in the end, an art but not many of us are able to become artists. We live our lives paying attention to things that aren’t worth it, to things that shouldn’t matter.
When you get near a crossroads, just like in David Hockney’s picture, you realize that you have to make a decision that, in the end, will lead you to maturity… which leads you to real life, real persons and real problems…through all those…try finding yourself… Taking the right way can make you blossom!
A human being, although surrounded by a sea of people, is born and dies alone, just like a cactus in the desert, where, far away, one can see a dusty highway, forgotten by time and space!
Unfortunately, in a world full of bad persons, good persons are becoming harder and harder to find. Although so young, us, children heading heavily towards maturity, get to see all the bad things happening around us…The way I see it…life is just a prelude of death…Whose death? The death of good? Of bad? Both? None? Who knows? ...Only one person knows, but that is not a simple person…is God!
However, each and every one of us is just a black spot on a blank map…A map of such complexity…the map called life!
So, in the end, what is life? An incomprehensible art, consisting of dusty desert highways, crossroads, shortcomings, short lasting happiness, lack of attention… But great landscapes!