duminică, 20 octombrie 2013

the vaccines



nu imi dau seama care imi place mai mult asta , sau `bad mood` sau `whetsuits` de la ei,

miercuri, 3 aprilie 2013

nordic something



in traducere din finlandeza, tipa spune ceva de genul :


I have grown to the stone
in the walls of this cell
Clouds behind the bars, on their way home

I'm a smoked cigarette
frayed covering
And if I someday get out of here, do you still know me?

If I would have a heart, I would miss you
I rip it out because I know, it doesn't need me
If I would have a heart, I would scream out for you
If I would have a heart, I would die here

I have grown to discipline
Changed my name to a number
Behind that sky another
Days decay

I am a chair of a canteen
Broken end of an eaves
Eyes are bleading of emptyness
Do you hear anymore?

If I would have a heart, I would miss you
I rip it out because I know, it doesn't need me
If I would have a heart, I would scream out for you
If I would have a heart, I would die here

If I would have a heart, I would miss you
I rip it out because I know, it doesn't need me
If I would have a heart, I would scream out for you
If I would have a heart, I would die here

luni, 1 aprilie 2013

quote yourself

citate din ultimele 2 saptamani:

`Faceti si voi niste fatade gen Escher asa. Noi: gen  cine ???`  / munca

`Bai dar daca tipa aia a luat-o pe acolo noi nu putem ? /  din ciclu incerci pana iese - predeal subtelescaun unde se holbeaza toti la tine si daca nu ai skill saruti pamantul.

` Am fost in padure si am intrat intr un copac ` eu

`Ce faina e muzica asta`. Da stiu am fost la concert eram rupt de somn si li s-au stricat platanele.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NZkPjJLZN2I

sâmbătă, 23 februarie 2013

day at a factory



day at a factory
the same colors
grey tone
in city's palette
wind and street cleaner
together mixed
dirty asphalt
with pure rain
carriage of closed eyes
drives sleep to station
i am like it
he's in love with bad weather
in love with bad weather
i am in love with bad weather
a sad day
god is crying again
i will write poetry
i'll lie in rhymes
i have nothing to lose
noone will
read it
i keep on telling lies
i am writing poetry
about rhythm of rain
you better don't wait
carriage of closed eyes
a sad day
yet again



vineri, 28 decembrie 2012

twentynine

Maine trebuie sa plec la Bansko , or sa fie munti si zapada dar nu am chef nici macar sa-mi fac bagajul. Mi-ar place sa am un device din ala de teleportat sa ma trezesc direct acolo. Sa nu fac nimic, nici nu sunt incercat de un mare chef sa ma dau, mi se pare mai fain daca as sta relaxat  pe balcon mancand  portocale  si m-as uita la astia cum smilgheruiec partiile . Ar trebui sa se inventeze un redbull cu hormoni de chef. E interesant exact in momentul asta  am o mare dorinta  de activitati culturale adica sa stau sa citesc si mai devreme deja am aprofundat  primele 3 pagini dintr-o carte a lui Stoljenitsin.
Anunt : Angajez echipa de hobbiti, mos craciuni si din ailati verzi sa imi faca bagajul, e nevoie de magie sa se intample ceva concret pana maine  la ora 6.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ByHqzBd2-lE

sâmbătă, 22 decembrie 2012