Wednesday 17 December 2008
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Monday 27 October 2008
El... (in english)
if it makes you happy it can't be that bad
and at the end of the day He was satisfied, i mean it could have been better a lot better but life is for living and discovering not for perfection.
learning the steps of the dance one day at the time, making mistakes and learning from them... sometimes, other times repeating them over and over again until it seams to much.
but He was still young and He felt it had to be done this way, maybe he would change some things if He could go back ... (but everyone would), but... at the end of the day before He whispered a quick prayer he was satisfied with the sum of his mistakes that got him until here
and at the end of the day He was satisfied, i mean it could have been better a lot better but life is for living and discovering not for perfection.
learning the steps of the dance one day at the time, making mistakes and learning from them... sometimes, other times repeating them over and over again until it seams to much.
but He was still young and He felt it had to be done this way, maybe he would change some things if He could go back ... (but everyone would), but... at the end of the day before He whispered a quick prayer he was satisfied with the sum of his mistakes that got him until here
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Wednesday 22 October 2008
Tuesday 14 October 2008
Pandora - Vayikra
either the intel was bad or you did something wrong
i didn't, it's just that
what?
i don't know, there is something that i haven't figured out
don't give me that, i warned you
i know, but something doesn't make sense
nothing makes sense in this world
not like this... anyway
what will you do now?
i feel like braking myself into pieces
you must not do that
i will have to go on
i didn't, it's just that
what?
i don't know, there is something that i haven't figured out
don't give me that, i warned you
i know, but something doesn't make sense
nothing makes sense in this world
not like this... anyway
what will you do now?
i feel like braking myself into pieces
you must not do that
i will have to go on
you are not using me, you wouldent use me right? i just have to know
Sunday 12 October 2008
Saturday 11 October 2008
Wednesday 1 October 2008
Sunday 28 September 2008
El...
EL a stat toata noapte pe net, s-a trezit la ora 3 dupamasa asa ca nu prea ii era somn, a cititi bloguri. A citit multe, tot mergea pe linkuri si parca nu se mai termina, tot felul de persoane cu tot felul de stiluri de scris, povestind lucruri dintre cele mai diverse. Era deja cufundat in lecturarea lor asa cum e un impatimit de citit intr-o carte buna si ii placea sa vada ce scrie lumea.
Deja isi crease un scenariu in minte totul a devenit pitoresc si viata lui intreaga e o poveste, un film bun care te duce de la extaz la agonie, de la lacrimi la hohote de ras.
Asa incepe povestea care il are pe EL ca personaj principal in acel loc pitoresc de nu stiu unde. In jurul LUI totul era... asa cum trebuia sa fie, nu a contat nimeni niciodata. toti erau personaje secundare si mereu a contat el si totul era parca dupa dorintele lui si fiecare dejamagire era o dorinta de dramatism si fiecare bucurie care s-a stins a fost un gand inconstient din subconstient care nu credea ca lucrurile pot merge bine intodeauna.
Si EL are inca o viata de trait care abia acum incepe cu adevarat, o trecere de la trecut al viitor prin prezent vazuta prin ochii LUI
~va urma~
Deja isi crease un scenariu in minte totul a devenit pitoresc si viata lui intreaga e o poveste, un film bun care te duce de la extaz la agonie, de la lacrimi la hohote de ras.
Asa incepe povestea care il are pe EL ca personaj principal in acel loc pitoresc de nu stiu unde. In jurul LUI totul era... asa cum trebuia sa fie, nu a contat nimeni niciodata. toti erau personaje secundare si mereu a contat el si totul era parca dupa dorintele lui si fiecare dejamagire era o dorinta de dramatism si fiecare bucurie care s-a stins a fost un gand inconstient din subconstient care nu credea ca lucrurile pot merge bine intodeauna.
Si EL are inca o viata de trait care abia acum incepe cu adevarat, o trecere de la trecut al viitor prin prezent vazuta prin ochii LUI
~va urma~
Saturday 27 September 2008
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