Întotdeauna
de Ozzy & Seby
Întotdeauna începutul unui început,
Poate duce spre lucruri de necrezut.
Poate uni cerul cu pământul
Sau chiar orizontul şi gândul.
Întotdeauna, ecoul inimii tale
Îţi va arăta că este o cale,
Spre izgonirea unei tăceri apăsătoare,
Care poate fi nemuritoare.
Întotdeauna, privirea celui iubit
Poate să-ţi dea de gândit.
Şi, mai ales, dorinţa de a visa
Sau, de a medita.
Întotdeauna, atingerea celui dorit
Îţi provoaca sentimente de neinchipuit
Dureri ce te rod şi te împing
Si ajungi sa fii un om suferind.
Întotdeauna, soaptele celui indragostit
Te vor face să te simţi înnebunit.
Căci auzi chemarea sfârşitului,
Şi plecarea indrăgostitului.
miercuri, 20 mai 2009
vineri, 24 aprilie 2009
Advertising love
Advertising love
Monday, 8AM. Ronnie got up and was getting started for a new week at work at The Agency. Nothing fancy, just the regular routine. But it wasn't just another Monday like so many others.
While he was walking down the street of the crowded city of Dublin, he accidentally bumped into a young slim with short hair. She was carrying a folder with some drawings that she had drown. She was a street artist. Because he was a gentleman, Ronnie inclined to help her pick up papers. Maybe it was purely accidental or maybe it was fate that they touched each others hands on one drawing. They looked into each others eyes and it was love at first sight. Ronnie invited her for a coffee because he wanted to know her better.
They met during the lunchbreak at a local pub. Molly was her name. Because of her talent, Ronnie proposed to come with him to The Agency to apply for a job. Molly accepted because she was a little down on money and this could be a big opportunity.
After a few weeks, Ronnie and Molly quited from The Agency because of the new manager who always stole their ideas and they couldn't stand it anymore. They got married and started their own advertising agency and they lived happily ever after.
duminică, 19 aprilie 2009
The Inocent
The Innocent
It was a lovely Saturday morning. The birds were singing, the sun was shinning and Mr. Thompson was smoking a cigar and drinking his morning coffee. He was living alone in a huge mansion. His wife commited suicide by hanging herself from the cross from the top of the church tower and his children were somewhere in South America enjoing their new lifes that they started there a couple of years ago.
Since he hadn’t too much money to lead a decent life, he decided to rent one of the rooms that belonged to his children. He went in the city and posted some papers with details.
Later that day, Mr. Thompson heard some knocking on the door. He went to see who it was. When he opened the door he saw a young slim redhead. Her name was Karina. She was a Russian emigrant because of the communist regime. They talked and got to know each other better.
The next morning, Karina went in the city to look through the shops. Mr. Thompson remained home because he was unemployed and kept thinking about Karina. He fell in love at first sight. He wanted her sexually very much. Karina arrived eventually but she didn’t stood to much and left again. She went to a bar and kept drinking beer after beer. At around 2 or 3 A.M. she decided to go home. She was very drunk and she even puked a few times along the way. When she entered the house she broke a vase which was on the table next to the door. Mr. Thompson got alarmed by the noise and decided to get up from his bed and he went to see what was going on. He saw a silouette in the dark and grabed a baseball bat and hit Karina in the head. He gave her a deadly blow. When he opened the light he was terrified and mentally destroyed. He stood and thinked what to do with the body. He eventually decided to put her in a plastic bag and throw her in a river.
When he got out the door he was seen by a police officer who was going home. He came to Mr. Thompson and started asking him questions. Mr. Thompson tryed to lie but he was getting tensed more and more. He showed the police officer what was in the bag and tried to evade but he didn’t managed and he got caught and arested. Since he didn’t had any evidence to prove his inocence and was closed in a institute for mentally disturbed criminals where he spent his rest of his days. He eventually commited suicide because of the flashbacks that kept coming to his mind from the scene when he killed Karina.
It was a lovely Saturday morning. The birds were singing, the sun was shinning and Mr. Thompson was smoking a cigar and drinking his morning coffee. He was living alone in a huge mansion. His wife commited suicide by hanging herself from the cross from the top of the church tower and his children were somewhere in South America enjoing their new lifes that they started there a couple of years ago.
Since he hadn’t too much money to lead a decent life, he decided to rent one of the rooms that belonged to his children. He went in the city and posted some papers with details.
Later that day, Mr. Thompson heard some knocking on the door. He went to see who it was. When he opened the door he saw a young slim redhead. Her name was Karina. She was a Russian emigrant because of the communist regime. They talked and got to know each other better.
The next morning, Karina went in the city to look through the shops. Mr. Thompson remained home because he was unemployed and kept thinking about Karina. He fell in love at first sight. He wanted her sexually very much. Karina arrived eventually but she didn’t stood to much and left again. She went to a bar and kept drinking beer after beer. At around 2 or 3 A.M. she decided to go home. She was very drunk and she even puked a few times along the way. When she entered the house she broke a vase which was on the table next to the door. Mr. Thompson got alarmed by the noise and decided to get up from his bed and he went to see what was going on. He saw a silouette in the dark and grabed a baseball bat and hit Karina in the head. He gave her a deadly blow. When he opened the light he was terrified and mentally destroyed. He stood and thinked what to do with the body. He eventually decided to put her in a plastic bag and throw her in a river.
When he got out the door he was seen by a police officer who was going home. He came to Mr. Thompson and started asking him questions. Mr. Thompson tryed to lie but he was getting tensed more and more. He showed the police officer what was in the bag and tried to evade but he didn’t managed and he got caught and arested. Since he didn’t had any evidence to prove his inocence and was closed in a institute for mentally disturbed criminals where he spent his rest of his days. He eventually commited suicide because of the flashbacks that kept coming to his mind from the scene when he killed Karina.
duminică, 22 martie 2009
Gogol Bordello revine la Bucuresti
17 Iunie 2009. Arenele Romane, Bucuresti.
Eugene Hütz si gashca lui de gypsy punkeri revin pentru a 3-a oara in Romania, dupa concertele din 2007 de la Arenele Romane, respectiv de la Festivalul Peninsula.
Pretul unui bilet este de 75 de lei pana in 12 aprilie, 100 de lei intre 13 aprilie - 16 iunie si 125 de lei in ziua concertului.
In cazul in care nu stiti cine sunt acesti oameni de la Gogol Bordello accesati urmatorul link:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZTFufbcx8DI ( Gogol Bordello - American Wedding )
Eugene Hütz si gashca lui de gypsy punkeri revin pentru a 3-a oara in Romania, dupa concertele din 2007 de la Arenele Romane, respectiv de la Festivalul Peninsula.
Pretul unui bilet este de 75 de lei pana in 12 aprilie, 100 de lei intre 13 aprilie - 16 iunie si 125 de lei in ziua concertului.
In cazul in care nu stiti cine sunt acesti oameni de la Gogol Bordello accesati urmatorul link:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZTFufbcx8DI ( Gogol Bordello - American Wedding )
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