Composition

i miss summer
© Delphy

Moment in time

Suicide
© Delphy

EL...

I amar prestar aen.
Han mathon ne nen.
Han mathon ne chae.
A han noston ned 'wilith.

© Delphy
El era cuprins de melancolie de fiecare data cand asculta o o melodie despre trecerea anilor,
de fiecare data cand vedea un film despre "ce au fost si ce au ajuns", acel moment de a fost frumos si ne-am simtit bine si nu va mai fi niciodata la fel pentru ca atunci eram copii care petreceau timpul impreuna si acum suntem oameni mari cu responsabilitati care traiesc cu nostalgia momentelor frumoase
El era cuprins de melancolie de fiecare data cand simtea ca va face o schimbare importanta in viata ca si atunci cand a schimbat primul job sau cand simtea ca ceva urma sa sa schimbe sa paraseasca alt loc de care s-a atasat
El era cuprins de melancolie ... si de o clipa de visare cu ochii deschisi dar apoi isi dadu seama ca nu e nici momentul nici locul sa faca asta inca avea pasiuni si defecte, obsesii si ambitii, inca mai avea timp sa isi creeze momentele la care sa viseze mai tarziu
... inca era un copil care isi urma carearea de piatra aurita

Much that once was is lost. For none now live who remember it

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

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

you are not using me, you wouldent use me right? i just have to know

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~

my soul today

lost in a dark place
without windows or doors
trapped in a prison
that used to be my soul

Pandora - Shemot

Who are YOU?'
said the Caterpillar.

This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, `I--I hardly know, sir, just at present-- at least I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.'

`What do you mean by that?' said the Caterpillar sternly. `Explain yourself!'

`I can't explain MYSELF, I'm afraid, sir' said Alice, `because I'm not myself, you see.'

`I don't see,' said the Caterpillar.
`I'm afraid I can't put it more clearly,' Alice replied very politely, `for I can't understand it myself to begin with; and being so many different sizes in a day is very confusing.'

`It isn't,' said the Caterpillar.

`Well, perhaps you haven't found it so yet,' said Alice; `but when you have to turn into a chrysalis--you will some day, you know--and then after that into a butterfly, I should think you'll feel it a little queer, won't you?'

`Not a bit,' said the Caterpillar.

The winners are...

I don't post things like this on this blog but this time i will make an exception. Somebody wrote me, I made someones day and i am so glad because i just love her blog and i am glad she likes mine to.
So 10x Susanne.

This is how it works...

1. Write a post with links to five blogs that make your day.
2. Acknowledge the post of the award giver.
3. Display the You Make My Day Award logo.
4. Tell the award winners that they have won by commenting on their blogs or emailing them the news.

So let's see...

WEDDINGS BY THE SEA - another Susane's blog i like

BED FOR LOVE - Tudor Chirila's blog he is e great musician and a great photographer. (so check it out)

happiness? - thie is Ki!s's blog a friend from far away. she has really nice taste in music and great artistic taste in her photographies.

dave - Suclea David is another friend passionate about the photography that recently got a SLR ( Nikon D80)

Livero - A blog about life day by day and the things that you encounter

Hope i didn't miss anything, now it's your turn
Who made your day?

Pandora - Bereshit

pandora where did you put the box
i don't know
how can you not know
i guess i opened it
what
i don't know i don't remember
how can you not remember, what where you thinking
i guess i wasn't
damn
i can't remember all right i just can't
and what are you going to do now
just be me, what else can i do
you should be more ashamed than proud
but i'm not, is that a sin?

you know we can't be friends now
she didn't say a word ever since, just left
and i watched her disappear into the horizon, going further and further toward the light until she became one with the light


© Delphy

Filosofie de viata...

Aseara am mers la un prieten de familie (cu niste treburi) si ne-am intins la povesti vreo 2 ore.
Totul a inceput cu o prajitura dupa care a mai urmat una si inca una... si din vorba in vorba am discutat de toate de la viata in perioada comunista la conditiile internatelor de atunci la cum faceai economie sa mai iesi la un film, sau ce mai inventai sa faci rost de un ban.
A fost genul acela de conversatie intensa si profunda cu multe idei pe care nu o poti descrie in cuvinte, genul de conversatie la care trebuia sa participi pt ca altfel nu poate fi povestita. Iar in final pur si simplu simteam o pace de parca as fi vorbit cu cel mai intelept om.
Si poate ca nu stie sa foloseasca calculatorul asa cum stiu eu, poate ca nu stie sa foloseasca prea bine nici celularul (pe care il are), dar un om care a facut multe la viata lui si un om pe care mi-ar placea sa il am ca si tata/indrumator.
Sa cresteti in intelepciune.(Asta nu se poate cumpara cu bani)

Mi-e dor...

Multe persoane au blog (pana si Elena Udrea) si marea lor majoritate isi scriu gandurile si conceptiile despre viata (din perspectiva lor). Eu nu fac asta pentru ca stiu ca nu intereseaza pe nimeni.
Dar mi-ar place sa scriu din nou, mi-e dor sa scriu din nou asa cum scriam odata, povestioare aiurea aterizate pe vreo hartie de pe planeta imaginatiei mele. Sa incep da descriu fiecare detaliu, totul sa fie vizibil totul sa fie palpabil sa fie cum a fost.
Dar lucrurile se schimba si oamenii se schimba si se uita... si se indeparteaza si lucrurile care te inspirau nu o mai fac...
Si tot ce stiu e ca mi-e dor sa scriu din nou.
Cum as putea sa incep?

Alone

© Delphy


Deep in the darkness
My heart still sees
Everything I'll never need
Behind these eyes I go everywhere
There's no need for sympathy

I've seen your world
with these very eyes
Don't come any closer
Don't even try
I've felt all the pain
and heard all the lies
But in my world,
there's no compromise

Like every tree stands on its own
reaching for the sky
I stand alone
I share my world with no one else
All by myself,
I stand alone
~song: I Stand Alone - Steve Perry

is dark

people are going to die
under my eyes
i won't care anymore
they were full of desire
now trapped with the fire
i won't open the door

© Delphy