I’d turn my wine in water,
And turn my tears laughter,
And while conversing with myself,
I’d like to think that I can help.
But words are means and means are middle,
And who but me can solve this riddle?
I’d like to think, if need arises,
My spirit haunts a thousand houses.
The fear is poetry,
Said my crow.
And feathers were running away from it.
An island of non-sense,
Do I make any sense?!
The crow asked me
And flew away from me.
It left me with horns
And spikes
And trembles.
No pieces of tomorrow,
I’m just cloathed in sorrow.
Please ignore my vegetative state. I did listen to the new HURTS album all day long, but now my interest shifted towards IAMX and I Come With Knives and Noblesse Oblige and all the decadent sounds in my life.
I watched The Walking Dead season finale last night, of course, since I’m such an avid fan.
To be honest, I remember almost nothing from this season, maybe except for a few things:
– Rick’s going nuts, and then ruthless
– Carl seems to be a better leader than all of them combined (or at least, he’s capable to make choices when the need arises)
– T-Dog died, as expected
– Carol seems to carry her weight pretty good (unlike her comic book counterpart)
– yay Daryl!, everyone’s new god, with his emo haircut and his weird poncho
– Glenn’s heart’s not in it (I’m guessing an impending doom is quite near)
– Maggie seems to be the only likeable female, but her accent really slips and the sexual assault scene was so bad, it makes me cringe, even now
– oh, we also have Hershel and his other daughter and some prisoners; but after a while, the prisoners are dead, the other Hershel daughter likes to sing songs by the fire and Hershel is the ever-present conscience, since we don’t have Dale anymore
– what can I say about Lori? Mostly nothing, she’s dead, a bad dead wife.
– enter Michonne, who spent half the season grunting, and the rest of it chasing wild dreams of killing the Governor
– enter Merle, who looks like a dead beat alcoholic and has a nifty blade instead of his right hand; I felt like his death did the character some justice, after being antagonistic for such a long time
– enter the Governor, a raging asshole sociopath with a knick for stupid women (mostly Andrea)
– enter Andrea, who’s willing to sleep her way through for a warm bed and a roof over her head; also, she „wanted to save everyone”. Yeah, right!
– also, stupid people from Woodbury (Milton, Martinez, all others) and also Tyrese and his confused group.
If I would have to grade this season, I would say a 6. I don’t remember particular scenes or episodes, it wasn’t memorable at all.
If I would have to grade this season finale, I would say a 7. There were some unexpected things that raised this grade, but not that many. What I enjoyed the most was:
– Michonne letting Rick know she found out about his (short) betrayal
– Carl doing what he had to do (I’m guessing he likes to start shooting people now, and this excuse is so good in that day and age; also, if he would to become some kind of a Governor with the same thirst for blood, wouldn’t that be awesome?!)
– The Governor turning his gun on his people
– Andrea getting bit by Milton, none the less.
Let’s see where did the Governor ran and how will it be the next time he clashes with Rick.
I hang my god
And rest my words,
Inside my wounds,
There’s only fog.
All that was left,
All that was gone,
As I remember
You stood undone.
Parfumată ca o ceapă,
În timp ce mergi pe apă,
Îti cauți tu de treabă
Și nimeni nu te-ntreabă
Ce cați in ăst cartier,
Dacă ai paine de ieri,
De știi, cumva, de vorbă
Și unde-i sarea pentru ciorbă.
Elegantă, cum ești tu,
N-ai invățat să spui că nu
Cunosti, nu știi, nu te interesează,
Dar știi să spui că ești cam brează.
Tu ești frumoasă si le știi pe toate,
Ai ochii plicticoși și-n coate
Ești ascuțită, deși nu-ți place prazul,
Nu ești olteancă, dar gros iți e obrazul!
Da, știu, mă placi de nu mai poți,
Așa ii minți in fiecare zi pe toți.
De limba-ți ascuțită și de coate ne ferim,
Ca de o cruce pe deasupra noastră-n țintirim.
Ești o simpatică și cred că ți-am mai spus,
Chiar dacă știi că te privesc de sus,
Nu numai din pricina inălțimii,
Ci și din cauza micimii.
Am inceputul si sfarsitul stiu ca-i rezervat.
De mijloc n-am aflat nimic, nu stiu daca mi-e dat.
Din margini si cuvinte adun ce pot si eu,
Fara un sens si fara dumnezeu.
Am doua puncte, la-nceput si la final,
Dar miezul mi-e necardinal.
De voi afla vreodata ce mi-e scris,
N-as mai avea sufletul trist.
I found meaning in my bed,
Next to my pillow,
Where he said.
He kept his promises
And his eyes closed,
No one between us,
As I hoped.