today I was very sick.... very sick. I was walking on the grey sky and I saw only broken wings and withered feathers on each way. My feet were like walking on the mud of a shit rainy cloud.
nu vreau sa ma mai caute nimeni niciodata. I am lost and I dont want to be found. I feel only hate. I hope u hear that. I am bones and hate. I am not an object , neither a subject.
there is a big white van... and the English sky, as my soul is
Joan , came to us and told us that they caught on the video camera some masked faces, covered in black, getting into the house two next doors.
She told me that she have seen only that one has blond hair and then they got into a big white van and dissapeared (It seems that they are not gypsies )
She called the police but the police call her back after a few hours asking'' Have they gone?
The same big white van had been seen a lot of times before, just getting into the street, for no reason, and waiting for some time. and Then it gone.
But one day they entered the house 20 and after ten minutes of talking to the owner went out.
Two nights ago, at about midnight, I have seen that man , owner of the house 20,walking around here, around the corner of the house, and going back. The dog was barking a lot, so I had a look over the windows of the house, in the back and in the front, watching him around. He was watching me as well having a big grin. This man is connected with the burglars, as the neighbours noticed as well.
Astazi au facut o greseala. Au vrut sa intoarca camioneta asa ca au inaintat pana in adancitura strazii. In viteza, au lovit masina unuia dintre vecini. Pentru ca nu prinsesera bine evenimentul in camera, ne-au cerut ajutorul. Investigand casetele, am regasit acea camioneta mare alba. Maine vor chema politia, dar nu se stie cat de eficienta va fi, pentru ca raspunsul lor e mereu acelasi. De obicei trebuie sa se intample ceva mai tragic ca sa se implice, pentru ca spun ei, sunt foarte ocupati.
Next week I will be alone all week long. It seems that they know everything about here and they are not bother about anybody, especially about me, as the first time of their attempt they knew for sure that I am in the house. I am wondering that if I would hear a noise who is going to help me. And I think that Noise will come from the roof. They will going to get through that house that is two houses far away, and which is an empty house. From there, climbing the roof, they will get here. Thats the opinion of my next door neighbours, too.. An alarm cant stop them as they tried to cut the window from the front of the house, before midnight, at about 11., two weeks ago.
Now we know that opposite our house there is a special council house for youngsters between 16 and 20, children without parents who were been taking in care by foster services till now.
As I realized, they are dealing with the drugs for sure. Next their door lives the woman in red sari with an expensive car who smokes sometimes outside. And then the house 20 no, connected with all of these strange things. Practically, a lot of strange human beings, here.
I think that they will come back for sure. I think that I am really afraid. but I will wait for them. I could imagine being stab by them, and this is really frightening. WHY SHOULD i STAY? WHY NOT? I promissed that I will help and keep an eye for them
Thursday July 31, 2008 - 02:25am
She told me that she have seen only that one has blond hair and then they got into a big white van and dissapeared (It seems that they are not gypsies )
She called the police but the police call her back after a few hours asking'' Have they gone?
The same big white van had been seen a lot of times before, just getting into the street, for no reason, and waiting for some time. and Then it gone.
But one day they entered the house 20 and after ten minutes of talking to the owner went out.
Two nights ago, at about midnight, I have seen that man , owner of the house 20,walking around here, around the corner of the house, and going back. The dog was barking a lot, so I had a look over the windows of the house, in the back and in the front, watching him around. He was watching me as well having a big grin. This man is connected with the burglars, as the neighbours noticed as well.
Astazi au facut o greseala. Au vrut sa intoarca camioneta asa ca au inaintat pana in adancitura strazii. In viteza, au lovit masina unuia dintre vecini. Pentru ca nu prinsesera bine evenimentul in camera, ne-au cerut ajutorul. Investigand casetele, am regasit acea camioneta mare alba. Maine vor chema politia, dar nu se stie cat de eficienta va fi, pentru ca raspunsul lor e mereu acelasi. De obicei trebuie sa se intample ceva mai tragic ca sa se implice, pentru ca spun ei, sunt foarte ocupati.
Next week I will be alone all week long. It seems that they know everything about here and they are not bother about anybody, especially about me, as the first time of their attempt they knew for sure that I am in the house. I am wondering that if I would hear a noise who is going to help me. And I think that Noise will come from the roof. They will going to get through that house that is two houses far away, and which is an empty house. From there, climbing the roof, they will get here. Thats the opinion of my next door neighbours, too.. An alarm cant stop them as they tried to cut the window from the front of the house, before midnight, at about 11., two weeks ago.
Now we know that opposite our house there is a special council house for youngsters between 16 and 20, children without parents who were been taking in care by foster services till now.
As I realized, they are dealing with the drugs for sure. Next their door lives the woman in red sari with an expensive car who smokes sometimes outside. And then the house 20 no, connected with all of these strange things. Practically, a lot of strange human beings, here.
I think that they will come back for sure. I think that I am really afraid. but I will wait for them. I could imagine being stab by them, and this is really frightening. WHY SHOULD i STAY? WHY NOT? I promissed that I will help and keep an eye for them
Thursday July 31, 2008 - 02:25am
teama
Sunt doar un tarm macinat. Barbatii m-au macinat in vremuri de restriste cu valuri neguroase pe furtuni nocturne. apoi tot am incercat sa ma indepartez de mare. Sa ma fac munte si sa ma inalt, retragandu-ma. Iar un El, sa fie si soare cu luna pentruvarfurile mele. Si sa imi topeasca zapezile si sa imi creasca din mine o floare de colt. Ori alteori, norul albastru cu cu cai.
Sunt inca un tarm mai indepartat.
Ast noapte nu l-am mai visat, as usual, pe cel pe care il simteam aproape.
L-am visat pe tata cu blestemele lui si apoi am visat ca aveam o carie la dintele din fata.
Dimineata am inceput sa imi tai putin din varfuri.
Mi-e teama sa mai comunic cu oameni pe care ii cunosc. Pentru ca ei nu stiu sa ocoleasca intrebari care inteapa.
'''...mi-e sufletul ca tufisul Paiurului, numai ghimpi curbi..'''
Mi-e pofta de peste la gratar, si de noapte cu oameni care ma intreaba despre orice altceva decat despre mine. De pilda despre ce cred eu despre.... Mi-e pofta sa dorm fara cosmar. Mi-e pofta sa imi pun picioarele in cuptor.
Mi-e pofta de oameni calzi, buni, omenosi, simpli. Mi-e pofta de porumb copt.
Wednesday July 30, 2008 - 05:57pm (EEST)
Sunt inca un tarm mai indepartat.
Ast noapte nu l-am mai visat, as usual, pe cel pe care il simteam aproape.
L-am visat pe tata cu blestemele lui si apoi am visat ca aveam o carie la dintele din fata.
Dimineata am inceput sa imi tai putin din varfuri.
Mi-e teama sa mai comunic cu oameni pe care ii cunosc. Pentru ca ei nu stiu sa ocoleasca intrebari care inteapa.
'''...mi-e sufletul ca tufisul Paiurului, numai ghimpi curbi..'''
Mi-e pofta de peste la gratar, si de noapte cu oameni care ma intreaba despre orice altceva decat despre mine. De pilda despre ce cred eu despre.... Mi-e pofta sa dorm fara cosmar. Mi-e pofta sa imi pun picioarele in cuptor.
Mi-e pofta de oameni calzi, buni, omenosi, simpli. Mi-e pofta de porumb copt.
Wednesday July 30, 2008 - 05:57pm (EEST)
I recommend u NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC, august edition. makes all the money
''Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by heart and his friends can only read the title.'' ~Virginia Woolf cuvintele astea adevarate ale Virginiei sunt postate de Leah..Leah is beautiful and has a good sensitive heart. Well, asta vroiam sa spun si eu demult prietenilor si nu stiam cum.
Am iesit afara sa cumpar paine. Doamne, ce soare cald, e cel mai frumos soare de cand sunt aici, simteam cum imi mangaie spatele si ochii umflati, CURING SUN, THANKS. As vrea sa fiu desert. Aproape sunt.
National Geographic is gorgeous for august, is about the ancient Iran, and has a big entertaining map... u can travel with the eyes on such magic times... otherwise I have to hide again, from anybody.. I have to wear such a deep pain, and I can do it only on my own
Sunday July 27, 2008 - 07:13pm (EEST)
Am iesit afara sa cumpar paine. Doamne, ce soare cald, e cel mai frumos soare de cand sunt aici, simteam cum imi mangaie spatele si ochii umflati, CURING SUN, THANKS. As vrea sa fiu desert. Aproape sunt.
National Geographic is gorgeous for august, is about the ancient Iran, and has a big entertaining map... u can travel with the eyes on such magic times... otherwise I have to hide again, from anybody.. I have to wear such a deep pain, and I can do it only on my own
Sunday July 27, 2008 - 07:13pm (EEST)
well, nu am omorat pe nimeni...ieri, dupa ce m-am bucurat ca am obtinut o slujba, vroiam sa sarbatoresc cu o ciocolata...cand sa platesc , portofelul ia-l de unde nu-i... 100 de lire. toti banii mei..m-au facut pe strada.... si eu...sa nu-i las in casa...not safe..ma duc la job....ica drunk,...ca aseara...am mers sa beau dupa..cu un rahat de englez, care s-a zgarcit la oun meal, da nu la drinks...nu mai ies cu nimeni niciodata..pa
Wednesday July 23, 2008 - 10:46am (EEST) Permanent Link | 2 Comments
Wednesday July 23, 2008 - 10:46am (EEST) Permanent Link | 2 Comments
cuvinte
as vrea sa fiu inca copil si sa spun din nou cu aceeasi straduinta...Inger ingerasul meu, ce mi te-a dat Dumnezeu..... cea mai frumoasa poezie. Simpla si candida
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In atatia ani nu m-ai lasat sa-ti spal camasa..
Eu te-am parasit acum doi ani...
parca nu auzise bine. Pana sa isi repete toate cuvintele lui din nou in mintea ei, simti o lovitura puternica in stomac, si apoi in brate si apoi in pulpe . Toate repezi si vulcanice
..Nu, sopti incet disperat, cu politete si teama. Se lipi de canapeaua rece si din piele si pielea i se zbarci, iar mana strangea cu putere si speranta telefonul morbid.
Ba da, eu iti spun ca te-am parasit acum doi ani, spuse el linistit.
Parca se trezise din somn.
Nu, eu nu am simtit niciodata asta, ii raspunse si ea cu putere.
Bine, tu crezi ce vrei, eu doar iti spun adevarul, asa cum il stiu eu.
nu, tipa disperata.
ba da, repeta el senin
Nu, Tu nu auzi ca nu? izbucni in lacrimi isterice cu toate impunsaturile prin pleoape. Nu e adevarat.
apoi muri totul.Sentimentele de dragoste, mari, sanatoase ca merele verzi, erau cotoare aruncate pe strada. Mancate doar pe jumatate.
Isi amintea asta de multe ori pe zi, uneori se intampla cand manca la masa, cu pofta, pentru ca amintirea sa o stranguleze si sa manance in ghionturi, printre lacrimi, mai auzea totul si cand se uita la stiri, ca apoi sa piarda sirul si sa nu mai tina minte nimic, cuvintele mai sareau in ea si cand poate se plimba linisita si admira verdeata, ca apoi sa nu vada decat gunoaiele de alaturi sau oamenii urati, si cand citea cu bucurie pentru ca imediat cuvintele sa devina doar o ceata adanca.
Da. Doi ani. Nu bagase de seama.
Era nebuna, fireste.
">l
tandrul meu drag...
leagana-ma gandule,
dincolo de preerie ,
si sufla tare pana-ntre cactusi.
cerul se-asterne trist pe pamant,
fumegand.
rosiatice pareri
gustoase atingeri
ma intind, sub gand.
noapte buna.
P.S. nu, nu fumez. ma fumeg.
">l
In atatia ani nu m-ai lasat sa-ti spal camasa..
Eu te-am parasit acum doi ani...
parca nu auzise bine. Pana sa isi repete toate cuvintele lui din nou in mintea ei, simti o lovitura puternica in stomac, si apoi in brate si apoi in pulpe . Toate repezi si vulcanice
..Nu, sopti incet disperat, cu politete si teama. Se lipi de canapeaua rece si din piele si pielea i se zbarci, iar mana strangea cu putere si speranta telefonul morbid.
Ba da, eu iti spun ca te-am parasit acum doi ani, spuse el linistit.
Parca se trezise din somn.
Nu, eu nu am simtit niciodata asta, ii raspunse si ea cu putere.
Bine, tu crezi ce vrei, eu doar iti spun adevarul, asa cum il stiu eu.
nu, tipa disperata.
ba da, repeta el senin
Nu, Tu nu auzi ca nu? izbucni in lacrimi isterice cu toate impunsaturile prin pleoape. Nu e adevarat.
apoi muri totul.Sentimentele de dragoste, mari, sanatoase ca merele verzi, erau cotoare aruncate pe strada. Mancate doar pe jumatate.
Isi amintea asta de multe ori pe zi, uneori se intampla cand manca la masa, cu pofta, pentru ca amintirea sa o stranguleze si sa manance in ghionturi, printre lacrimi, mai auzea totul si cand se uita la stiri, ca apoi sa piarda sirul si sa nu mai tina minte nimic, cuvintele mai sareau in ea si cand poate se plimba linisita si admira verdeata, ca apoi sa nu vada decat gunoaiele de alaturi sau oamenii urati, si cand citea cu bucurie pentru ca imediat cuvintele sa devina doar o ceata adanca.
Da. Doi ani. Nu bagase de seama.
Era nebuna, fireste.
">l
tandrul meu drag...
leagana-ma gandule,
dincolo de preerie ,
si sufla tare pana-ntre cactusi.
cerul se-asterne trist pe pamant,
fumegand.
rosiatice pareri
gustoase atingeri
ma intind, sub gand.
noapte buna.
P.S. nu, nu fumez. ma fumeg.
pretios
iubitul meu are matze in barba
si ochii lui sunt ochi de apa glaciara.
mainile iubitului meu sunt padurea de argint
sau pick-up cu zane
iubitul meu alearga cu caii
si se intoarce la mine
sa se adape,
pe inserat. iubitul meu
e de pe alta planeta,
cu soare in luna.
Friday July 25, 2008 - 11:57am
si ochii lui sunt ochi de apa glaciara.
mainile iubitului meu sunt padurea de argint
sau pick-up cu zane
iubitul meu alearga cu caii
si se intoarce la mine
sa se adape,
pe inserat. iubitul meu
e de pe alta planeta,
cu soare in luna.
Friday July 25, 2008 - 11:57am
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