Ratacit in ituneric..
Cand mor visele unde ajung?
Cand devin realitate se bucura pentru tine sau pentru ele insele?
Oare visele simt? Stiu diferenta dintr o moarte pasnica si una violenta?
pasii in intuneric sparg tacerea grea a noptii...
Cand mor visele unde ajung?
Cand devin realitate se bucura pentru tine sau pentru ele insele?
Oare visele simt? Stiu diferenta dintr o moarte pasnica si una violenta?
Scris de Sir Ash ora: 12:30 a.m. 1 comentarii
Perfectiunea apare unde te astepti mai putin si mai ales unde nu o cauti (de obicei). Ajung la ideea ca momentele importante ale vietii, o multime infinita si imposibila de inteles de catre noi, muritorii de rand, e un joc faustian al sortii. Ce vei pati maine este influentat de tine la fel de mult ca si de cei din jur. Nu e fair, nu ai nici macar 50% sanse sa iasa cum vrei tu. Depinzi de ceilalti. Si te zbati, si musti, si inghiti in sec.
Scris de Sir Ash ora: 12:22 p.m. 0 comentarii
Categorii: darkness
i love but dont confuse loving with blindeness,
love has opened my eyes wider than you can ever imagine...
i care but to care and to hurt are not the same thing,
caring has only made me stronger...
i dream but dont treat my dreams as illusions,
if you break their glass shell you'll cut your fingers...
i bleed but dont take a puddle of blod as death,
the agony might be cruel and agonizing but it only makes my sould harder...
i forgive but forgetting is a different game,
one wich i do not play lightly or oftenly, so think wisely before you ask...
Scris de Sir Ash ora: 12:26 a.m. 1 comentarii
Sah ein Mädchen ein Röslein stehen
Blühte dort in lichten Höhen
Sprach sie ihren Liebsten an
ob er es ihr steigen kann
Sie will es und so ist es fein
So war es und so wird es immer sein
Sie will es und so ist es Brauch
Was sie will bekommt sie auch
Tiefe Brunnen muss man graben
wenn man klares Wasser will
Rosenrot oh Rosenrot
Tiefe Wasser sind nicht still
Der Jüngling steigt den Berg mit Qual
Die Aussicht ist ihm sehr egal
Hat das Röslein nur im Sinn
Bringt es seiner Liebsten hin
Sie will es und so ist es fein
So war es und so wird es immer sein
Sie will es und so ist es Brauch
Was sie will bekommt sie auch
Tiefe Brunnen muss man graben
wenn man klares Wasser will
Rosenrot oh Rosenrot
Tiefe Wasser sind nicht still
An seinen Stiefeln bricht ein Stein
Will nicht mehr am Felsen sein
Und ein Schrei tut jedem kund
Beide fallen in den Grund
Sie will es und so ist es fein
So war es und so wird es immer sein
Sie will es und so ist es Brauch
Was sie will bekommt sie auch
Tiefe Brunnen muss man graben
wenn man klares Wasser will
Rosenrot oh Rosenrot
A girl saw a little rose
It bloomed there in bright heights
She asked her sweetheart
if he could fetch it for her
She wants it and that's fine
So it was and so it will always be
She wants it and that's the custom
Whatever she wants she gets
Deep wells must be dug
if you want clear water
Rose-red, oh Rose-red
Deep waters don't run still
The boy climbs the mountain in torment
He doesn't really care about the view
Only the little rose is on his mind
He brings it to his sweetheart
She wants it and that's fine
So it was and so it will always be
She wants it and that's the custom
Whatever she wants she gets
Deep wells must be dug
if you want clear water
Rose-red, oh Rose-red
Deep waters don't run still
At his boots, a stone breaks
Doesn't want to be on the cliff anymore
And a scream lets everyone know
Both are falling to the ground
She wants it and that's fine
So it was and so it will always be
She wants it and that's the custom
Whatever she wants she gets
Deep wells must be dug
if you want clear water
Rose-red, oh Rose-red
Scris de Sir Ash ora: 10:29 p.m. 0 comentarii
Cer prea mult de la unii oameni din jurul meu. E un lucru asa imposibil incat ma uimesc cand, din greseala, reusesc sa-l faca... Sa gandesti inainte sa faci ceva si sa accepti consecintele daca vrei sa actionezi... Atat le cer... Dar nu.. e mai simplu sa mi se planga ca nu au timp sau ca au patit nu-stiu-ce. Cu ocazia asta le spun "fuck you!". Eu nu-mi frig limba cu fierul scos din foc si apoi va cer sa-mi dati limba voastra...
Deci.. recapitulam...
1. NU e problema mea
2. nu e PROBLEMA mea
3. nu e problema MEA
4. TU ti-ai prins mana in usa pentru ca TU ai impins usa cu cealalta mana si TU te duci la doctor sa ti-o puna in ghips.. iar eu nu sunt doctor... in cel mai bun caz dau noroc cu tine... cu mana ta lovita ;)
Instructiuni de folosire a vietii:
1. gandesti
2. mai gandesti odata
3. analizezi efectele asupra ta
4. analizezi efectele asupra celorlalti
5. mai gandesti odata
6. faci ce ti-ai propus..
Asta nu inseamna lipsa de spontaneitate... ci respect fata de tine si fata de ceilalti din jurul tau... Cand te lovesti tu la picior... strici si mobila altui om....
Scris de Sir Ash ora: 12:30 a.m. 0 comentarii
Categorii: viata
Camelia a pus frumos o stare de fapt..
"Maine" este doar totalitatea problemelor ce s-au adunat pana in acel moment, asa cum "azi" reprezinta problemele de ieri si din zilele precedente.
Scris de Sir Ash ora: 7:11 p.m. 0 comentarii
Categorii: roblogroll, viata
Dont push me till i loose my words... dont send me away till you can see my eyes no more... Then is when i will come back to take away what you stole from me and then some more... Ill rip the smiles from your heart... ill take your warmth away.. and then Ill leave... And leave you in the dust i shall, no fate worse than feeling the naked soul you posses.. And then ill steal your eyes.. no path is good enough for you to see... The pain you'll feel next are your fingers... broken in so many places you loose count of... And this... this is not payment enough... Your journey is just starting... It will never end as long as a clock ticks in this universe... You're mine to do what i want of you... and life has tought me only pain... Now go wash yourself... we have a long journey, my friend, my slave...
Scris de Sir Ash ora: 1:25 a.m. 0 comentarii
Categorii: darkness
Cerul e albastru de partea cealalta... un albastru laptos, cu dungi albe lasate de pasarile de metal.. si eu stau aici, impotmolit in noroi... uitandu-ma prin crapaturile din zid la culoarea, viata si caldura de dincolo... Aici ploua incetisor, cu stropi mari ca de marmura.. hranesc si omoara in acelasi timp.. De saptamani intregi tot cad... Acum inchid ochii si zbor printre cuvinte, printre vise si dorinte... sunt o pasare... si nu-mi mai pasa de nimic... doar zbor..
zbor prin nori
sar intre flori
si-mi sarut visele,
si-mi arunc visele,
si-mi zdrobesc visele,
si ma simt iar om...
om printre oameni
om printre voi
om...
Scris de Sir Ash ora: 1:14 a.m. 0 comentarii
Categorii: darkness
Scris de Sir Ash ora: 10:40 p.m. 0 comentarii
Categorii: viata
Singur, singur, singur,
Intr-un han, departe -
Doarme si hangiul,
Strazile-s desarte,
Singur, singur, singur…
Ploua, ploua, ploua,
Vreme de betie -
si s-asculti pustiul,
Ce melancolie !
Ploua, ploua, ploua…
Nimeni, nimeni, nimeni,
Cu atat mai bine -
si de-atata vreme
Nu stie de mine
Nimeni, nimeni, nimeni…
Tremur, tremur, tremur…
Orice ironie
Va ramane voua -
Noaptea e tarzie,
Tremur, tremur, tremur…
Vesnic, vesnic, vesnic,
Rataciri de-acuma
N-or sa ma mai cheme -
Peste vise bruma,
Vesnic, vesnic, vesnic…
Singur, singur, singur,
Vreme de betie -
I-auzi cum mai ploua,
Ce melancolie!
Singur, singur, singur…
Scris de Sir Ash ora: 10:26 p.m. 0 comentarii
De cand m-am mutat aici, pe blogger, post-uiesc (-ez e prea folosit :p) mai des. De ce? Habar n-am, poate pentru ca am scapat de grijile administrarii pluginurilor, si a evitarii spam-urilor...
The blog is dead... long live the blog!
Scris de Sir Ash ora: 10:00 p.m. 0 comentarii
Categorii: viata
Scris de Sir Ash ora: 1:54 a.m. 0 comentarii
Categorii: fun
Scris de Sir Ash ora: 7:29 p.m. 0 comentarii
Categorii: nice spam
Cateva clarificari:
Scris de Sir Ash ora: 2:19 p.m. 0 comentarii
Categorii: roblogroll
Scris de Sir Ash ora: 10:04 p.m. 0 comentarii
Categorii: filme
Ma plictisesc si-mi vine sa urlu sau sa folosesc un bat lung, subtire si ascutit pe pielea celor din jur cand...
Scris de Sir Ash ora: 9:50 p.m. 0 comentarii
Categorii: viata
Se pare ca totusi Bill Gates n-a patit-o de asa multe ori fata de cei de la apple
- 'didnt wanted to do that'
- 'oops... where did it go?'
- 'ive got a little bug here'
just watch it!
Scris de Sir Ash ora: 10:16 a.m. 0 comentarii
Categorii: fun
Daca as fi in locul pisicii de mai jos as zgaria-o toata... cum adica sa nu ma lase sa dorm?
Scris de Sir Ash ora: 10:02 a.m. 0 comentarii
Categorii: fun
O panarama de filmulet facut de "Studioul de Creatie Cinematografica a Ministerului Culturii Romania" si "Europolis Film"...
Scris de Sir Ash ora: 1:03 a.m. 0 comentarii
Categorii: fun
Funny...
P.S. merci S.!
Scris de Sir Ash ora: 10:50 p.m. 0 comentarii
Categorii: fun
CAMPANIE IMPOTRIVA CONSUMULUI DE ALCOOL LA VOLAN...Acum sunt aici, intinsa pe asfalt si aud un politai care zice: "baiatul care a provocat accidentul era beat". Mama, vocea lui mi se pare atat de indepartata... Sangele meu e intins peste tot, si incerc din toate puterile mele sa nu plang. Aud medicii care spun: **"Aceasta fata nu va supravietui".** Sunt sigura ca baiatul care conducea cealalta masina nici macar nu-si putea imagina...in timp ce mergea cu viteza maxima... Pana la urma el a decis sa bea si eu acum trebuie sa mor...
Scris de Sir Ash ora: 2:02 p.m. 0 comentarii
Categorii: nice spam
Egalitatea intre sexe, dupa stiletto.roDar oare masculinizarea accelerata a feminitatii moderne bazata numai pe criterii pur materiale nu duce la mutatii genetice la nivel mental, pilozitati excesive pe piept si spate, sau agresivitate? Cine injura mai tare la volan: femeia sau barbatul?
Scris de Sir Ash ora: 12:39 p.m. 1 comentarii
Categorii: roblogroll
Pe un blog, pe langa alte lucruri, am gasit expresia asta:
Pantofii adevarati sunt aia care se rup inainte sa te hotarasti sa renunti la eiUnele obiecte le cumperi, le folosesti de cateva ori si apoi le pierzi sau le dai sau pur si simplu uiti de ele. Le gasesti peste un an in buzunarul hainei de acum X ani, privind cu uimire "ia uite ce-am gasit...".
Scris de Sir Ash ora: 12:18 p.m. 0 comentarii
Categorii: roblogroll, viata
Am dat astazi peste (inca) un blog, numit De ce urâm bărbaţii. E relativ interesant... Printre titluri se numara si....
Scris de Sir Ash ora: 11:47 a.m. 3 comentarii
Categorii: roblogroll, viata
In romania se obisnuieste a se da bacsis. Pentru ce? Nu stiu inca, majoritatea nu merita.
Dar las cat pot, in functie de cat de bine se poarta cu mine... Oare cati patroni nu se bazeaza pe bacsisuri pentru a-si rotunji sumele numite 'salar'?
Scris de Sir Ash ora: 1:13 a.m. 0 comentarii
Categorii: viata
Astazi am dat peste un blog interesant datorita unei prietene (10q, R.!). Printre cuvinte aruncate in sictir, am gasit si acest post, intitulat O lume de cocosati. Cititi-l, nu va ia mai mult de cateva minutele...
Oare toti suntem sau am fost cocosati in viata? Doar suntem oameni, deci supusi greselilor...
Scris de Sir Ash ora: 12:35 a.m. 1 comentarii
Categorii: roblogroll
Exista buna ziua, buna dimineata, dar de ce nu exista buna noapte? Noapte buna are alt sens, cel de somn usor... Ciudat
Scris de Sir Ash ora: 9:49 p.m. 0 comentarii
Categorii: viata
We fight for our right to feed on other's dreams and wishes. But sometimes it leaves us full of desire and contempt. Desire for more, contempt for better. The dreams are not enough, we want them in your blood, running, feeding our soul until the body breaks down. We want to live by any means... but are we really alive? Can we dream another's life?
Scris de Sir Ash ora: 6:23 p.m. 0 comentarii
Categorii: darkness
The seed is in, the heroes are not alive. We all live to live, and to try not to starve in this fruitless and dangerous world. But sometimes, destruction comes in our own hidden house, destroing from inside. And then you run. Like hell. And then some more, untill you can run no more. And then you try to kill yourself but that is a harsh lesson: a true-minded, reality-facing person will never be able to trully kill themselves. The truth lies in them and it defends their hearts as a rabid dog... They search someone else to kill them. Suicide by numbers: one in quite-a-few-friends can get inside and kill destruction at its source. The risk? taking your soul for ever or a long period...
You are destroing yourself. And then you realize one day that you've been searching for her or him, a knife-well-sharped wich does it in one, quick, painless stab. And you jump at the ocasion, fearless and hopefull.
And you die.
Scris de Sir Ash ora: 6:12 p.m. 0 comentarii
Categorii: darkness