Aberatie?

M'am gandit eu cum ar fi daca intr'o buna zi plimbandu'ma pe strada as putea sa ma intalnesc cu mine.Cum ar fi sa ma plimb pe o alee din cismigiu si deodata sa o vad pe ariadna venind din directia opusa?As fi extrem de uimita (defapt..daca intr'adevar s'ar intampla chestia asta..cel mai probabil as avea un zambet larg pe fata, foarte mandra ca am putut sa prezic evenimentul..) revenind..cred ca as studia'o indelung pe ariadna, analizand'o din cap pana'n picioare. De comunicat nu cred ca as incerca sa comunic pentru ca intotdeauna am crezut ca din cauza temperamentului..de foc nu m'as putea intelege niciodata cu mine.M'am gandit totodata la o situatie mai complicata: daca intr'o buna zi plimbandu'ma pe o alee din Cismigiu m'as intalni cu ariadna care la randul ei s'a intalnit cu ariadna..? Foaarte dubios! Dar daca intamplator ar trece pe aceeasi alee o cunostiinta,x. Ce oare ar putea pricepe creierasul lui x vazand trei ariadne in acelasi timp si spatiu.Si daca plimbandu'se pe o alee din Cismigiu x s'ar intalni cu x care la randul lui s'a intalnit cu trei ariadne..? Na poftim situatie..



P.S.

• sunt obostia.probleme cu catelu.petrecut aproape 2 zile la clinica cu el.deci se explica..
• sper ca maine..defapt azi nu ploua.am de umblat si nu doresc sa umblu cu umbrela dupa mine.
• oamenii sunt prosti.bine nu toti,dar marea majoritate ..ahem!
• sper sa imi aduc aminte sa ii raspund lu m
• sper sa dorm..macar putin!
  

Gedanke

I
Amintirea unei clipe mi-a furat o zi intreaga
Ce greu mi-a fost,gandul sa-l opresc aici
Pe drumuri albastre alearga strengarul
E simplu sa-l pierzi dar mai greu de gasit..

II
Amintirea unei clipe mi-a furat o zi intreaga
Ce greu mi-a fost,gandul sa-l opresc aici
Pe drumuri albastre a tot alergat hoinarul
E greu de-amagit dar usor de pierdut..

III.
Amintirea unei clipe mi-a furat o zi intreaga
Ce greu mi-a fost,gandul sa-l opresc aici
Pe drumuri albastre a tot alergat hoinarul
E simplu sa-l pierd dar mai simplu sa-l uit..

19 Things that i loved about him

1.His almost-translucent skin through wich you coud easily see the very essence of him running through his veins

2.His love for the ocean, and for what it hides within it's depths

3.His scent that disturbed me but also delighted me.He smelled like ripe apricots,black coffe,a bit of violet,some chocolate and something else, something spicy almost biting

4.His 'smoke,drink and never think' way of life

5.His love for walking barefoot into the garden,on a humid night under the crescent moon

6.His slightly freckled shoulders under the moonlight

7.His lips that tasted as delicious as a butter and honey on fresh french bread

8.His odd habbit of waving to someone he had never met before as if he had just spotted an old buddy

9.His sticky personality

10.His ability to soak words like 'time' or 'commitment' out of his lexicon

11.His milk-like white teeth perfectly joined in one hell of a smile

12.His lack of manners

13.His deep blue eyes and jet black hair

14.His perspective of life 'life is short,but it's wide'

15.His breath that was like cold lemonade on a hot summer day

16.His few lovely-shaped bruises and scars

17.His love for books,for what they felt like,for what they smelled like,for the simple image of black letters marching across the white pages

18.His cotton-like soft skin that made me tremble every time he touched me

19.His tall, thin body when he had wrinkles of sleep and smelled like cotton and dreams