Arhive etichete: iubire

stiu minciuni

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minciuni despre cafele ude,
si nu e nimeni sa m-asculte,
si nu e nimeni fara nume,
iar lumea asta n-are nume.
si stiu ca sunt o redundanta,
in ochii tai sunt o sectanta,
si-mi place cand ma minti frumos,
cand lingi noroiul de pe jos.
minciuni de suflet cald si bun,
eu nu stiu de unde te adun,
nu stiu cand binele e rau,
si astazi totul e al tau.
si stiu ca n-am nimic a spune,
stiu ca pamantul meu nu are nume,
stiu ca tot ce-am nascut mai ieri in tine
e bine, dar nu vine de la mine.

Can You Handle Me?!

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Sometimes I feel like I am feeling too much, sometimes I feel like I am thinking too much. There’s never enough of one kind in me, and there’s always something that’s missing deep down inside. I’m not sure if all these feelings and all these thoughts are what I am supposed to live right now, but they are the only thing I have for myself, so I try to get by.

I try to get by past the indifference and past the heartache, past the people that hurt me, past the people that weren’t honest. Past all of those who didn’t have the balls to say things to my face, and past those who had the balls to say something mean and gratuitous, without a real base.

I try to get by past the people who take „please, forgive me” for granted, as they take me for granted. Past the people who think that, if I ever felt something towards them, that feeling will still be here forever and they can play that card anytime they wish.

I try to feel, without feeling too much, and I try to think, without overthinking. But this is all I am good at – overzealous feeling coupled with a big paranoid brain that never sleeps. And I can handle that, but can you handle me?!

spune-mi

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ma descoperi cu toamna si ploaia,
si daca atingi vapaia
ce arde toata-n mine
sa stii ca iti va fi bine.
ma descoperi din cuvinte dezbracate,
cuvinte sfinte inmuiate
in sudoare, fericire si iubire,
pana cadem in nesimtire.
ma descoperi in secunde si-n priviri,
si vii sa-mi faci tu alte amintiri
de bine, bun si zambet si iubire.
spune-mi, tu crezi in fericire?

Sanatos

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„Nu iubesc decat ce trebuie”,
Recita ea cu degetul in aer,
Si trage suflul tot in piept
Si ma intreb
„Eu oare cand ma mai destept?”
„Nu mananc decat ce-i bun,
Ce face bine la ficat,
Sincer sa-ti spun,
Tot ce e verde si curat si dulce,
Cat poate corpul meu tot duce.”
Si ma gandesc in sinea mea
„Pai hmm… Cum e sa fii asa cuminte,
As fi si eu, dac-as putea,
Dar parca-mi plac pacatele prea sfinte.
Imi place ciocolata si friptura,
Si noptile tarzii din dimineata,
Cred ca nu am gustat nicicand prescura,
Dar am alunecat de vreo trei ori pe gheata.
Imi place sa iubesc fara tagada,
Cu patima ascunsa in ograda,
Cu inima pusa-ntr-o farfurie,
Pe care sa ti-o dau chiar tie.
Imi place sa creez scenarii multe,
Si visele mele nu-s niciodata mute,
Cuvintele vin rotocoale doar spre tine,
Caci vreau sa-ti spun cat e de bine.
Nu, nu iubesc curat si sanatos,
Si mai mananc si de pe jos,
Oasele mele-s obosite, dar nu-i bai,
Stiu ca daca iti dau ceva, tu tot mai multe ai,
Iara pe dos este la fel de-adevarat,
Asa ca te invit sa ne iubim curat.”

m-am invatat

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stii, eu m-am invatat cu iubirea
si cu infatuarea,
cu gelozia si scaparea
pe care-o ai in celalalt de langa tine,
dar eu inca nu m-am invatat cu tine.

m-am invatat cu zambete si cu bucurie,
cu dimineti prelungi si nopti cam scurte,
dar cine sta sa le adune, sa le uite,
cand orele se fac gramada nu stiu cate?

m-am invatat cu tot ce-i bine si frumos,
mananc organic, bio, sanatos,
respir doar aer bucuros
din pat, din dragoste si de pe jos.

amintiri

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tot ce-mi amintesc din viata
se duce naibii, dom’le,
caci timpul meu de dimineata
e plin cu alte treburi, mai frumoase,
e plin de zambete secrete.
eu vreau sa-mi amintesc de-acuma doar de tine
si, de nu iti convine, bine,
sa stii ca eu fac tot ca mine.

Internet Affair

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Thank God that this is only an internet affair.
She thought while typing furiously about kisses.
virtual kisses for a virtual man,
While her real man was in bed,
Asleep,
Unaware,
Sincere,
And loving.
Thank God he doesn’t know I know the Wi-Fi password.
She thought as she was imagining all the ways
She should have been kissed,
Or held,
Or loved,
Or whatever.

Thank God she doesn’t know I know.
He thought while reading the words she typed about kisses.
Those virtual kisses for a virtual man,
While he was real
And he was in her bed.
He read all that stuff about sleeping,
And loving,
And caring,
While thinking no one cares,
And no one loves,
And no one sleeps with somebody now.
So why is he sad?
Why is he hurt?
It’s only an internet affair
And she knows the Wi-Fi password.