eu
draga automato, faptul ca mi'ai dat remove de la friends dupa comentariul de aseara nu face decat sa intareasca adevarul afirmatiei mele de acolo.. gandeste'te la chestia asta, si poate reusesti sa mai faci ceva pentru tine..
sau poate ca nu..
sau poate ca nu..
odi et amo
- adonys
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[i][i][i][size=84]always with me, always with you.. [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DFD9D92T0sU][/size][/i]in my dreams with you..
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odi et amo
- adonys
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fracture
do you dare stay out? do you dare go in?
how much can you loose? how much can you win?
and if you go in should you turn left or right..
or right-and-three-quarters? or, maybe, not quite?
you can get so confused that you'll start in to race
down long wiggles roads at a break-necking pace
and grind on for miles accross weirdish wild space,
headed, I fear, towards a most useless place..
the waiting place, for people just waiting.. waiting for a train to go or for a bus to come, or a plane to go, or the mail to come, or the rain to go, or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow.. or waiting around for a yes, or a no, or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants, or a wig with curls, or another chance..
oh! the places you'll go!
do you dare stay out? do you dare go in?
how much can you loose? how much can you win?
and if you go in should you turn left or right..
or right-and-three-quarters? or, maybe, not quite?
you can get so confused that you'll start in to race
down long wiggles roads at a break-necking pace
and grind on for miles accross weirdish wild space,
headed, I fear, towards a most useless place..
the waiting place, for people just waiting.. waiting for a train to go or for a bus to come, or a plane to go, or the mail to come, or the rain to go, or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow.. or waiting around for a yes, or a no, or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants, or a wig with curls, or another chance..
oh! the places you'll go!
odi et amo
- adonys
- Junior Member
- Mesaje: 784
- Membru din: Sâm Mar 27, 2004 12:00 am
in fata portii raiului, o femeie discuta cu sfantu' petre:
- sotul meu este cumva aici ? il cheama nicu!
- aici sunt multi oameni cu numele asta, femeie, raspunde apostolul. pentru a'ti putea da un raspuns, am nevoie de mai multe amanunte.
- pai cand era pe patul de moarte mi-a spus ca daca l-am inselat se va rasuci in mormant.
- aaa, pai de ce nu spui asa femeie! intra si'ntreaba de nicu titirezu'!
deci, asta este unul dintre cele mai tari bancuri pe care le'am auzit vreodata
- sotul meu este cumva aici ? il cheama nicu!
- aici sunt multi oameni cu numele asta, femeie, raspunde apostolul. pentru a'ti putea da un raspuns, am nevoie de mai multe amanunte.
- pai cand era pe patul de moarte mi-a spus ca daca l-am inselat se va rasuci in mormant.
- aaa, pai de ce nu spui asa femeie! intra si'ntreaba de nicu titirezu'!
deci, asta este unul dintre cele mai tari bancuri pe care le'am auzit vreodata
odi et amo
- adonys
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a feast for crows
ten thousand of your chilodren perished in my palm, your grace.. whilst you snored, i would lick your sons off my face and fingers one by one, all those pale sticky princes. you claimed your rights, my lord, but in the darkness i would eat your heirs.
doamne, oare ce i'o trebui atat de mult sa termine odata a dance with dragons?!! e deja cu mai mult de un an in intarziere si NU MAI AM RABDARE
ten thousand of your chilodren perished in my palm, your grace.. whilst you snored, i would lick your sons off my face and fingers one by one, all those pale sticky princes. you claimed your rights, my lord, but in the darkness i would eat your heirs.
doamne, oare ce i'o trebui atat de mult sa termine odata a dance with dragons?!! e deja cu mai mult de un an in intarziere si NU MAI AM RABDARE
odi et amo
- adonys
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- Membru din: Sâm Mar 27, 2004 12:00 am
the painted veil
at the clear fountain, while I was strolling by
I found the water so nice that I went in to bathe
under an oak tree, I dried myself
on the highest branch, a nightingale was singing
sing, nightingale, sing, your heart is so happy
your heart feels like laughing, mine feels like weeping
I lost my beloved without deserving it
for a bunch of roses that I denied him
I wanted the rose to be still on the bush
and my sweet beloved to be still loving me
at the clear fountain, while I was strolling by
I found the water so nice that I went in to bathe
under an oak tree, I dried myself
on the highest branch, a nightingale was singing
so long I've been loving you, I will never forget you
curgi, raule..
at the clear fountain, while I was strolling by
I found the water so nice that I went in to bathe
under an oak tree, I dried myself
on the highest branch, a nightingale was singing
sing, nightingale, sing, your heart is so happy
your heart feels like laughing, mine feels like weeping
I lost my beloved without deserving it
for a bunch of roses that I denied him
I wanted the rose to be still on the bush
and my sweet beloved to be still loving me
at the clear fountain, while I was strolling by
I found the water so nice that I went in to bathe
under an oak tree, I dried myself
on the highest branch, a nightingale was singing
so long I've been loving you, I will never forget you
curgi, raule..
odi et amo
- adonys
- Junior Member
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- Membru din: Sâm Mar 27, 2004 12:00 am
the vagina monologues
[indent]my short skirt
[i][font=Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif][font=Georgia]it is not an invitationa provocation[/font]
an indication
[size=84]that I want it
or give it
or that I hook[/i][/font][/size].
my short skirt
is not begging for it
it does not want you
to rip it off me
or pull it down.
my short skirt
is not a legal reason
for raping me
although it has been before
it will not hold up
in the new court.
my short skirt, believe it or not
has nothing to do with you.
my short skirt
is about discovering
the power of my lower calves
about cool autumn air traveling
up my inner thighs
about allowing everything I see
or pass or feel to live inside.
my short skirt is not proof
that I am stupid
or undecided
or a malleable little girl.
my short skirt is my defiance
I will not let you make me afraid
my short skirt is not showing off
this is who I am
before you made me cover it
or tone it down.
get used to it.
my short skirt is happiness
I can feel myself on the ground.
I am here. I am hot.
my short skirt is a liberation
flag in the women's army
I declare these streets, any streets
my vagina's country.
my short skirt
is turquoise water
with swimming colored fish
a summer festival
in the starry dark
a bird calling
a train arriving in a foreign town
my short skirt is a wild spin
a full breath
a tango dip
my short skirt is
initiation
appreciation
excitation.
but mainly my short skirt
and everything under it
is mine.
mine.
mine.
[/indent]
monoloagele vaginului
[indent]fusta mea scurta
nu e o invitatie
o provocare
o indicatie
ca o vreau ca o dau
ca mi-o trag.
fusta mea scurta
nu o cere
nu vrea ca tu
sa mi-o smulgi
sa mi-o dai jos.
fusta mea scurta
nu e un temei legal
pentru viol
desi s-a mai intimplat
nu mai tine
in tribunalele de astazi.
fusta mea scurta, de crezi sau nu
n-are nici o legatura cu tine.
fusta mea scurta
are legatura cu descoperirea
puterii din gambele mele,
cu toamna cea racoroasa si curentii de aer
dintre pulpele mele
cu a lasa tot ce vad
sau depasesc sau simt
sa traiasca inauntrul meu.
fusta mea scurta nu e o dovada
ca sint proasta
sau nehotarata
sau ca poti face orice cu
o fetita asa ca mine.
fusta mea scurta e indrazneala mea
n-am sa te las sa ma inspaiminti
fusta mea scurta nu face pe grozava
asta sunt eu
inainte de a ma face sa ma acopar
sau sa-i dau drumul tivului.
obisnuieste-te cu ea.
fusta mea scurta e fericire
ma simt cu picioarele pe pamant.
sunt aici. sunt fierbinte.
fusta mea scurta e o eliberare
un steag intr-o armata de femei
declar ca strazile astea, orice strazi,
sunt tara vaginului meu.
fusta mea scurta
e o apa turqoise
cu pesti colorati care inoata
o sarbatoare de vara
in intunericul instelat
o pasare cintatoare
un tren care ajunge intr-un oras strain
fusta mea scurta e un titirez salbatic
o respiratie adinca
un pas de tango
fusta mea scurta e
initierea
aprecierea
excitatia.
dar, mai ales, fusta mea scurta
cu tot ce am sub ea,
e a mea.
a mea.
a mea.
[/indent]...
[indent]my short skirt
[i][font=Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif][font=Georgia]it is not an invitationa provocation[/font]
an indication
[size=84]that I want it
or give it
or that I hook[/i][/font][/size].
my short skirt
is not begging for it
it does not want you
to rip it off me
or pull it down.
my short skirt
is not a legal reason
for raping me
although it has been before
it will not hold up
in the new court.
my short skirt, believe it or not
has nothing to do with you.
my short skirt
is about discovering
the power of my lower calves
about cool autumn air traveling
up my inner thighs
about allowing everything I see
or pass or feel to live inside.
my short skirt is not proof
that I am stupid
or undecided
or a malleable little girl.
my short skirt is my defiance
I will not let you make me afraid
my short skirt is not showing off
this is who I am
before you made me cover it
or tone it down.
get used to it.
my short skirt is happiness
I can feel myself on the ground.
I am here. I am hot.
my short skirt is a liberation
flag in the women's army
I declare these streets, any streets
my vagina's country.
my short skirt
is turquoise water
with swimming colored fish
a summer festival
in the starry dark
a bird calling
a train arriving in a foreign town
my short skirt is a wild spin
a full breath
a tango dip
my short skirt is
initiation
appreciation
excitation.
but mainly my short skirt
and everything under it
is mine.
mine.
mine.
[/indent]
monoloagele vaginului
[indent]fusta mea scurta
nu e o invitatie
o provocare
o indicatie
ca o vreau ca o dau
ca mi-o trag.
fusta mea scurta
nu o cere
nu vrea ca tu
sa mi-o smulgi
sa mi-o dai jos.
fusta mea scurta
nu e un temei legal
pentru viol
desi s-a mai intimplat
nu mai tine
in tribunalele de astazi.
fusta mea scurta, de crezi sau nu
n-are nici o legatura cu tine.
fusta mea scurta
are legatura cu descoperirea
puterii din gambele mele,
cu toamna cea racoroasa si curentii de aer
dintre pulpele mele
cu a lasa tot ce vad
sau depasesc sau simt
sa traiasca inauntrul meu.
fusta mea scurta nu e o dovada
ca sint proasta
sau nehotarata
sau ca poti face orice cu
o fetita asa ca mine.
fusta mea scurta e indrazneala mea
n-am sa te las sa ma inspaiminti
fusta mea scurta nu face pe grozava
asta sunt eu
inainte de a ma face sa ma acopar
sau sa-i dau drumul tivului.
obisnuieste-te cu ea.
fusta mea scurta e fericire
ma simt cu picioarele pe pamant.
sunt aici. sunt fierbinte.
fusta mea scurta e o eliberare
un steag intr-o armata de femei
declar ca strazile astea, orice strazi,
sunt tara vaginului meu.
fusta mea scurta
e o apa turqoise
cu pesti colorati care inoata
o sarbatoare de vara
in intunericul instelat
o pasare cintatoare
un tren care ajunge intr-un oras strain
fusta mea scurta e un titirez salbatic
o respiratie adinca
un pas de tango
fusta mea scurta e
initierea
aprecierea
excitatia.
dar, mai ales, fusta mea scurta
cu tot ce am sub ea,
e a mea.
a mea.
a mea.
[/indent]...
odi et amo
- adonys
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- Membru din: Sâm Mar 27, 2004 12:00 am
the blade itself
i've been fighting all my life, one enemy or another, one friend or another. i've known little else. i've seen men killed for a word, for a look, for nothing at all.. i've been ruthless, and brutal, and a coward. i've stabbed men in the back, burned them, drowned them, crushed them with rocks, killed them asleep, unarmed or running away. i've run away myself more than once. i've pissed myself with fear. i've begged fror my life.. i've no doubt the world would be a better place if i'd been killed years ago, but i haven't been, and i don't know why.. there are few men with more blood on their hands than me. none, that i know of. the bloody-nine they call me, my enemies, and there's a lot of them. always more enemies, and fewer friends. blood gets you nothing but more blood. it follows me now, always, like my shadow, and like my shadow i can never be free of it. i've earned it. i've deserved it. i've sought it out. such is my punishment.. i'm still alive!
i've been fighting all my life, one enemy or another, one friend or another. i've known little else. i've seen men killed for a word, for a look, for nothing at all.. i've been ruthless, and brutal, and a coward. i've stabbed men in the back, burned them, drowned them, crushed them with rocks, killed them asleep, unarmed or running away. i've run away myself more than once. i've pissed myself with fear. i've begged fror my life.. i've no doubt the world would be a better place if i'd been killed years ago, but i haven't been, and i don't know why.. there are few men with more blood on their hands than me. none, that i know of. the bloody-nine they call me, my enemies, and there's a lot of them. always more enemies, and fewer friends. blood gets you nothing but more blood. it follows me now, always, like my shadow, and like my shadow i can never be free of it. i've earned it. i've deserved it. i've sought it out. such is my punishment.. i'm still alive!
odi et amo
- adonys
- Junior Member
- Mesaje: 784
- Membru din: Sâm Mar 27, 2004 12:00 am
reparatii incaltaminte
posibile si imposibile
- buna ziua!
- buna ziua! cu ce va pot ajuta?
- aaa.. pai am vazut anuntul si vroiam sa stiu cam cat m'ar costa o reparatie de asta imposibila.
- pai cele mai scumpe pot ajunge si pe la 5 lei.
- aha, perfect! am si eu de reparat inima asta.
- hmm.. pai da' ce'ati facut dom'le cu ea, ati jucat fotbal? 50 de lei!!!
posibile si imposibile
- buna ziua!
- buna ziua! cu ce va pot ajuta?
- aaa.. pai am vazut anuntul si vroiam sa stiu cam cat m'ar costa o reparatie de asta imposibila.
- pai cele mai scumpe pot ajunge si pe la 5 lei.
- aha, perfect! am si eu de reparat inima asta.
- hmm.. pai da' ce'ati facut dom'le cu ea, ati jucat fotbal? 50 de lei!!!
odi et amo
- adonys
- Junior Member
- Mesaje: 784
- Membru din: Sâm Mar 27, 2004 12:00 am
parul tau negru
e o cascada
in care
mi'as afunda mainle
pana la glezne
e un stergar
in care mi'as cufunda
fata
si gandurile
toate
parul tau negru
e un vartej
in care m'as scufunda
de buna voie
si nesilit
de nimeni
si'n
primul rand
este
parul tau
negru
e o cascada
in care
mi'as afunda mainle
pana la glezne
e un stergar
in care mi'as cufunda
fata
si gandurile
toate
parul tau negru
e un vartej
in care m'as scufunda
de buna voie
si nesilit
de nimeni
si'n
primul rand
este
parul tau
negru
odi et amo
- adonys
- Junior Member
- Mesaje: 784
- Membru din: Sâm Mar 27, 2004 12:00 am
the last of the mohicans
great spirit and the maker of all life, a warrior goes to you swift and straight as an arrow shot into the sun. welcome him, and let him take his place at the council fire of my people. he is uncas, my son. tell him to be patient and ask death for speed for they are all there, but one.. i, cingachgook, the last of the mohicans.
great spirit and the maker of all life, a warrior goes to you swift and straight as an arrow shot into the sun. welcome him, and let him take his place at the council fire of my people. he is uncas, my son. tell him to be patient and ask death for speed for they are all there, but one.. i, cingachgook, the last of the mohicans.
odi et amo
- adonys
- Junior Member
- Mesaje: 784
- Membru din: Sâm Mar 27, 2004 12:00 am
red seas under red skies
..on the stone floor of arena the defaults would go on, and the faces of the spectators would be the same, day after day. children tearing the wings from insects to laugh at how they flailed and bled.. and stepping on one every now and again.
..on the stone floor of arena the defaults would go on, and the faces of the spectators would be the same, day after day. children tearing the wings from insects to laugh at how they flailed and bled.. and stepping on one every now and again.
odi et amo
- adonys
- Junior Member
- Mesaje: 784
- Membru din: Sâm Mar 27, 2004 12:00 am
mda, feminism ieftin si siropos. nu'l mai suport, a ajuns sa ma ingretoseze pana si numai ideea de.. desteptarea! nu asta este pana la urma orice lucru pe care'l facem pe lumea asta? nu suntem cu totii decat niste bieti negustori vanzand te-miri-ce pentr'o bucatica de placere.. mai aruncati si voi cate'un ochi in oglinda din cand in cand..
odi et amo
- adonys
- Junior Member
- Mesaje: 784
- Membru din: Sâm Mar 27, 2004 12:00 am
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