Thursday, July 16, 2009

Am plans de fericire la un film.

ciudat.

Did you make it to the Milky Way?



Now that she's back in the atmosphere
With drops of Jupiter in her hair
Eah, eah, eah
She acts like summer and walks like rain
Reminds me that there's time to change
Eah, eah, eah
Since the return of her stay on the moon
She listens like spring and she talks like June
Eah, eah, eah
Eah, eah, eah

But tell me,
Did you sail across the sun
Did you make it to the Milky Way
To see the lights are faded
And that heaven is overrated

Tell me
Did you fall for a shooting star
One without a permanent scar
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there

Now that she's back from that soul vacation
Tracing her way throught the constellation
Eah, eah, eah
She checks out Mozart while she does Tae-Bo
Reminds me that there's room to grow
Eah, eah, eah
Now that she's back in the atmosphere
I'm afraid that she might think of me as
Plain 'ol Jane
Told a story 'bout a man who was to afraid to fly so he never did land

But tell me
Did the wind sweep you off your feet?
Did you finally get the chance to
Dance along the light of day
And head back to the Milky Way

Tell me
Did Venus blow your mind
Was it everything you wanted to find?
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?

Can you imagine no
Love, pride, deep-fried chicken
Your best friend always sticking up for you
Even when I know you're wrong
Can you imagine no
First dance, freeze-dried romance
Five hour phone conversation
The best soy latte that you ever had and me

But tell me
Did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to
Dance along the light of day
And head back to the Milky Way

Tell me
Did you sail across the sun
Did you make it to the Milky Way
To see the lights are faded
And that heaven is overrated

Tell me
Did you fall for a shooting star
One without a permanent scar
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself

Na, na, na, na
(And did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day?)
Na, na, na, na
(And did you fall from a shooting star, fall from a shooting star)
Na, na, na, na
(An now you're lonely looking for yourself out there

Sunday, May 31, 2009

Friday, May 29, 2009

pentru ca azi e 29.

pentru ca azi am inghetat cu budinca la mc-ul din romana. si era super. si ne gandeam la limba, strudel, dormit. pentru ca 1 + 2 = 16. ba nu, 13. pentru ca budinca bea lapte. pentru ca maine e un ciorap de dama coborat. pentru ca maine e un pupic pe gat. umbrela. pentru ca te musc de nas. pentru ca nu aveam bani de o guma. pentru ca maine e o bretea de sutien cazuta. pentru ca imi place sa scriu invers. pentru ca post-ul asta nu are absolut nici un sens.

'do you have a name, or can i call you mine?'

LOVE CAN BEGIN HERE.

Sunday, May 24, 2009

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Sunday, May 3, 2009

Sunday, April 26, 2009

te vreau.


nu stiu cine esti. nu stiu cum te cheama. nu stiu cum arati. nu stiu cati ani ai. nu stiu ce iti place. nu stiu ce nu iti place. nu stiu unde te-am cunoscut sau unde te voi cunoaste. nu stiu ce muzica asculti. nu stiu ce iti place sa faci in timpul liber. nu stiu daca iti place sa dansezi. nu stiu ce iti doresti sa faci in viata. nu stiu daca te imbraci cu stil. nu stiu daca te-am placut sau te voi place de la inceput. nu stiu daca ti-a placut sau iti va place de mine de la inceput. nu stiu daca o sa ma tii de mana. nu stiu daca o sa ne intelegem perfect. nu stiu ce zodie esti. dar te vreau. si ar fi bine sa te grabesti si realizezi ca esti nebun dupa mine, si sa nu mai pierdem timpul cautandu-ne.


o sa manancam gogosi in mangalia.


merg in vama de 1 mai. vamaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. mai e atat de putin. rasaritul. nisipul. marea. dimineata. corturile. divin. si o sa bem ceai de caramel. si o sa dansaaaaam. si o sa cantam. o sa fim fresh. si o sa manancam gogosi. muuulte gogosi. si si si o sa stam pe nisip. si o sa prindem rasaritul pe plaja. si o sa fie ca in melodia vara asta de la vama veche. o scoica o sa ne zgarie in mana dreapta. si iar o sa fie vant afara. si marea o sa ne doara. si o sa ne tinem unii altora de cald. si cu astea iau doi blugi cu mine si iti zambesc.

ilinca.

la roux - in for the kill



but what is love without lust?

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Saturday, March 28, 2009

we will order chinese and watch TV.

ordering chinese on a friday evening while watching 'friends' on TV. waiting to get home to listen to lily allen's songs. drinking vanilla tea in the morning or in the evening and oversweeting it as i always do. eating sushi with chopsticks. watching love movies and having sweet dreams after them.
things that make me feel good. and they are little puzzle parts that help make me who i am.

Friday, March 27, 2009

Thursday, March 26, 2009

am avut un vis ciudat.

noaptea trecuta am avut un vis dubios. am visat ca eram intr-un tren cu niste prieteni. unul din ei tocmai povestea ca are o iubita noua. am iesit din tren cu o colega care imi spunea de iubita baiatului respectiv. mergeam pe sina de tren, cand o zarim pe iubita. era kate nash intr-un costum albastru cu galben si cu o caciula mare, rosie, aparent scotiana, si ducea in mana o tava. am continuat sa mergem pe sina de tren si deodata am ajuns la piscina. eram in costum de baie. la un moment dat un baiat care semana izbitor cu josh hartnett m-a luat pe sus si ma aruncat in piscina. dupa aia m-a ridicat si m-a pupat. mi s-a spus ulterior ca era fratele lui kate nash.
tan-tan-tan!

the end.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

in love with life.

wearing his clothes and the way that they smell. when his scent stays on you after a date. the butterflies you get in your stomach when he kisses you, or simply touches your hand. when you see him smiling, and you know that it's only because of you. the feeling that you finally found yourself, and that the search is finally over. not caring about what other people think anymore, because you know there's someone that likes you just the way you are. having to stop a kiss because you can't help yourself from smiling. the day you first kissed. when he tells you that he loves to hear you sing. when he wears that t-shirt he knows you like.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Kate Nash - Pistachio Nut

Sublim.



I'm sorry we couldnt have breakfast before I left
I hope that the meeting went well
I miss your smile and I miss your company
I'm thinking of you on the train and I'm thinking about you when I'm busy
I like you so much
I like the jumpers you wear
I like your teeth
And I like it when you cut your hair
I like getting drunk on Rose
Dark chocolate, roast dinners
Number one would be indulgence
Sending postcards, drawing pictures
Always remembering
Falling over, banging heads
Holes in both our tights
Bruises, both late
I forget but you always remember
Perfume fresh
Wooden floorboards
Wardrobes, charity shops and tube stops
Sisters, fights, tears and thoughts about the future
But lets stick to the present
Like sellotape wrapped up so tight
I love thinking about you
I've never laughed so hard
Felt so good, like a child
As free as a bird, a naked one
Spray me with the hose when it's too hot in the summer
Sweaty, clammy hands
Holding hands
So much crap in my bag
Too many things but we love keeping things
Letters, pictures, ripped out from magazines
Photos, memories, broken bits of jewelry
I'm convinced that one day I will make this into something cool
Makeup, dress-up
Tear and run down my face
Over my body, through my veins
Make my hair stand on ends
Give me goosebumps, confidence
A secret, I feel safe and warm and I dont want to leave because
I'm back to when I was seven years old
Covered in glitter and smooth lines
Scratch, jump, run, fall and we're back up
Bread, I love eating bread
I love when you draw something and it's not dead
It moves off the page and round people's minds
You make other people laugh
But everything you do could make me cry
I want to feel, be, live, breathe, touch, see, fall, eat
Make glue, rip do, I want to be with you
I havent time for anybody else
I dont wanna be with them
I wanna move to our house in a field
Just tell me when and I'll be there
I'd drop everything for you
You are my best friend
I dont even have a boyfriend
My mind is occupied
My buzz is rocket high
Above the moon and back again
Who I love is you
You are the most unpretentious
The most fun, most exciting
I want to spend most of my time with you
Because you are the most worthwhile
You are the most cute, clever, and stupid
Hungry, energetic, passionate, scared, interesting
Like a film, made up person
I want to drink cream, eat chocolate
Get that nice suprise when the butter is un-salted
Eat salt out of the packet
Scream till I am blue in the face
Meet French people, go to the pictures
Show you my cobbled streets
Meet everybody that you could ever meet
Just so that they know that you are my best friend
And that you belong to me
Yeah, I know you think she's cute and funny
But er, actually she is not an I, she is a we
A united nation of absoloute nonescence
A community, neighbourhood watch
Firestation, theme park, space, time and energy
Talent, beauty, my best friend
They dont love you like I love you
The End.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

28

Visele mele, se implinesc,
Cat bat din palme sau cat clipesc.
Respir iubire, mananc iubire,
Va dau la toti si va molipsesc.
Nimic in lume nu ma opreste,
Sa urlu tare 'sunt fericit!'
Nu-mi strigati ce sa fac,
Fiindca timpul i-un ac
Iar noi suntem ata din el!

Ziua cind te-am vazut
Inima mi s-a urcat in git,
Si n-a mai coborat,
Bate-acolo sus iar cand te sarut,
cinci batai in plus pe minut.

Nu mai vreau altceva,
Ochii verzi si parul tau mi-ajung.
Stai nu te mai misca!
Asta-i poza noastra, 28 februarie,
la metrou la gara ne iubiiiiim.

Numai pentru noi doi,
timpul sa se-opreasca intr-o joi.

Si sa il pacalim, sa-i dam drumul din nou,
si sa o ia din loc doar cand o fi sa ne despartim!

Lume cat te iubesc!
Suflletul mi-e bomba explodez!
Vise in mii de parti,
Vi le fac cadou, implinitile voi, visul meu il traiesc chiar acum.

Saturday, February 14, 2009

o zi perfecta.

e soare. cerul e senin si de un albastru impecabil. e superba aceasta zi. chiar si daca nu ar fi fost 14 februarie. dar totusi, este. si eu vreau sa scriu ceva. si este un motiv perfect. este o zi perfecta. si inca, o data, mentionez, ca nu pentru ca e 14 februarie. ci pentru ca e o zi superba. azi o sa scriu numai despre lucruri perfecte. ca si saruturile neasteptate, neplanificate, care vin natural, ca de exemplu in mijlocul unei propozitii. acelea in care trebuie sa te opresti pentru ca nu te poti abtine sa zambesti. scriu despre ziua in care iti sta parul perfect. cand vremea de afara se potriveste perfect cu ceea ce vroiai tu sa porti azi. dimineata perfecta, in care te trezesti cu soarele pe geam. cand te pregatesti pentru o petrecere. cand te simti bine in pielea ta. cand cumperi flori.
ma duc sa ma imbrac. va urez o zi superba.

totul e bine. xD

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

imagineaza-ti o zi perfecta.

imagineaza-ti rasaritul. ora 6 dimineata. geamurile care stralucesc si asteapta soarele. culorile cerului. mirosul diminetii. prospetimea. fericirea unei noi zile. speranta.
imagineaza-ti o ploaie de primavara dupa care iese soarele. totul e ud pe jos. soarele se oglindeste in asfaltul rece. tot orasul gri e acum colorat. soarele se reflecta in beton. roua s-a depus pe flori.
imagineaza-ti ca iti ofera cineva un buchet de ghiocei.
imagineaza-ti o zi numai cu zambete.
imagineaza-ti ca te intalnesti numai cu oameni la care tii mult.
imagineaza-ti ca termini o carte care iti place foarte mult.
imagineaza-ti ca deschizi radioul si tocmai a inceput melodia ta preferata.
imagineaza-ti ca te plimbi spre casa. intr-o seara perfecta. cerul e perfect de clar. se vad toate stelele. se prevesteste o zi frumoasa maine.
imagineaza-ti ca ajungi acasa dupa o zi lunga. te imbraci in hanorac si pantaloni de trening. deschizi televizorul. si te uiti la serialul tau preferat.
imagineaza-ti ca te bagi in pat. asternuturile sunt exact cum ar trebui sa fie. racoroase. te invelesti cu plapuma. te simti in siguranta.
imagineaza-ti o noapte in care ai visat exact ce iti doreai.
imagineaza-ti o zi perfecta.