After the cloud,
I am the ghost
And everything I lost
Yells at me out loud.
After the cloud,
I am the host
And without sound
I wander – at what cost?
After The Cloud
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Please
Please undress me and deliver,
Please don’t let me there to shiver.
Please don’t fill the gold with silver,
Please don’t turn the sweet to bitter.
Partajează asta:
Don’t Forget
Don’t forget to draw me out.
Draw my lines, my inside out.
Don’t forget to scream and shout,
Call my name, when you’re in doubt.
Partajează asta:
De n-ar mai fi…
De n-ar mai fi dorinte si placeri,
As sti de azi pe ieri
Si cum era alaltaieri,
Si cum sa spun „nu” la tot ce-mi ceri.
De n-ar mai fi pantofi si ghete,
N-as merge in sosete
Si vantul nu s-ar impleti in plete
Rasfirate de fete bete.
Daca n-ar mai fi mancare, bautura,
Jur c-as privi cu-atata ura
Tot ce se-aduna in batatura
Si se transforma-n vin si prescura.
Partajează asta:
Clay
Gods won’t help, and gods won’t listen.
Inside my head the walls still glisten.
Waves won’t rush, and waves won’t drown
And I am the laughter of a clown.
Stars won’t shine, and stars won’t light my way.
I am but a handful of clay.
Partajează asta:
How To Kill A Boy On The First Date
How to kill a boy on the first date?
She asked.
As if the answer sat in me,
Waiting to be given to her,
Willingly.
Well, I cannot really,
It’s nothing you can do.
Just wait your turn,
Sit patiently…
That’s what everyone says!
A first date is a first date
And I have no need for a second one!
Well, then, my dear,
Don’t pay attention to what he says or does.
Don’t pay the bill.
Talk louder, laugh horribly.
Under no circumstances
Don’t understand his jokes.
Be as annoying as you think you can be,
And also go a little over board with the alcohol.
Make him want to slap you at dinner.
If he doesn’t, he’s a pussy,
If he does, he’s a worthless piece of shit.
Throw a drink or two
(They have to be Martinis)
In his face
And accuse him of looking at other girls.
Say mean things about his mother
And laugh at his tiny hands.
Ask him about his alopecia
And various STDs,
And suggest his sister is a whore.
If, at the end of the night, he still wants to live,
Hand him a knife.
In his kidneys.
For life.
Partajează asta:
O pitzi dupa sala
Deci fata. Nu te du. Stai acasa, cica mai e un fel de aerobic de-l faci in sufragerie. La sala pute si e nasol, aparatele alea sunt tare grele.
Plus ca acasa nu trebuie echipament. Eo mi-am luat decat un tricou si pantaloni, ca aveam deja adidasii aia roz, da’ i-am murdarit pe-acolo si i-am aruncat. Tricoul si pantalonii ii am prin casa, dar nu mai am ce face cu ei. Sunt atat de urati…
Si baietii care merg la sala cred ca-s ghei. N-a venit decat unul sa vorbeasca cu mine, dar de fapt vroia sa-mi zica ca aveam siretul dezlegat.
Antrenorii aia nu te baga in seama deloc. Stai langa aparat, si daca nu-i chemi, ei nu vin. Si cand te pun sa faci exercitii, te pun sa faci cate 8 odata! Deci am vazut niste fete, saracele. Mi-era mila de ele.
Fata, si acolo n-au nici cioco calda, nici cafea. Mi se facuse o pofta de praji cu midgale, mama-mama! Si stii ce-i nasol? Nu poti sa tii geanta cu tine! Si nici telefonul! Am stat aproape doua ore si am lucrat, atunci cand mi-am rupt unghia, stii tu cand, si n-am putut sa am geanta cu mine.
Da’ i-am fentat. Aveam telefonul in sutien. Noroc ca e Galaxy Mini din ala micut. Ce bine ca n-am avut bani de Aifon!
Da’ fata, deci eo nu ma mai duc niciodata la sala. Abia am fost la manechiura. Si nici nu e metrou direct pana acolo.