vaca electrică

2012-01-28T13:48:00.001+02:00

only LOVE...

How 'bout getting off these antibiotics
How 'bout stopping eating when I'm full up
How 'bout them transparent dangling carrots
How 'bout that ever elusive kudos

Thank you India
Thank you terror
Thank you disillusionment
Thank you frailty
Thank you consequence
Thank you thank you silence

How 'bout me not blaming you for everything
How 'bout me enjoying the moment for once
How 'bout how good it feels to finally forgive you
How 'bout taking you upon your support

Thank you India
Thank you terror
Thank you disillusionment
Thank you frailty
Thank you consequence
Thank you thank you silence

The moment I let go of it was the moment
I got more than I could handle
The moment I jumped off of it
Was the moment I touched down

How 'bout professing just how much you love me
How 'bout taking him up on a back-massage
How 'bout unabashedly bawling your eyes out
How 'bout grieving it all one at a time

Thank you India
Thank you terror
Thank you disillusionment
Thank you frailty
Thank you consequence
Thank you thank you silence

How 'bout no longer being masochistic
How 'bout remembering your divinity
How 'bout reflecting each-other in our last splendor
How 'bout not equating death with stopping

Thank you India
Thank you clarity
Thank you disillusionment
Thank you nothingness
Thank you consequence
Thank you thank you silence

2012-01-28T13:05:00.000+02:00

I have a dream...

2012-01-28T12:40:00.000+02:00

2012-01-25T19:42:00.000+02:00

2 ore de ascultat, de reascultat... si nu numai. multumesc! :)

2012-01-22T23:57:00.001+02:00

fun :)

2012-01-20T14:14:00.002+02:00

one of the series made by matei (29 december 2011)

2012-01-19T18:39:00.002+02:00

my one and only resolution for... me :)

When Holy Omniwill clove Adam into twin that he may know himself and realize his oneness with the One, then he became a male and a female, a he-Adam and a she-Adam. Then was he deluged with desires, which are the offspring of Duality – desires so numerous, so infinite of hues, so very great of magnitude, so profligate and so prolific that till this day Man is a derelict upon their waves. No sooner does a wave lift him to dizzy heights than does another drag him to the bottom. For his desires are paired as he himself is paired. And though two opposites but complement each other in reality, yet to the ignorant they seem at grips and blows and never willing to declare even a moment’s truce. That is the flood that Man is called to breast hour-by-hour, day-by-day, throughout his very long and arduous dual life. That is the flodd whose mighty fountains gushes out of the heart and sweep you in their rush. That is the flood whose rainbow shall not grace your sky until your sky be wedded to your earth and made with it as one. Since Adam sowed himself in Eve, men have been reaping whirlwinds and floods. When passions of a kind preponderate, then is the life of men thrown out of balance, and then are men engulfed in one flood or another in order that a balanced is established. And never shall the balance be adjusted till men have learned to knead all their desires in the kneading truth of Love and bake of them the bread of Holy Understanding. The flood that overwhelmed the Earth in Noah’s days was not the first nor last humanity has known. It only set a high mark in the long succession of devastating floods; the flood of fire and blood which is about to break upon the Earth shall surely pass the mark. Are you prepared to float, or shall you be submerged? Alas! You are too busy adding weight on weight; too busy drugging your blood with pleasures rife with pain; too busy charging roads that lead you to nowhere; too busy picking seed in the backyards of the storerooms of Life without so much as peeping through the keyhole. How will you not go under, O my waifs? You, born to soar aloft, to roam the boundless space, to fold the universe within your wings, have cooped yourselves in coops of snug conventions and beliefs that clip your wings, impair your sight and petrify your sinews. How shall you override the coming flood, my waifs?

You, images and likens of God, have well-nigh blotted out the likeness and the image. Your godly stature have you dwarfed till you no longer recognize it. Your countenance divine have you besmeared with mud, and masked with many clownish masks. How shall you face the flood you have unleashed, my waifs? Except you heed Mirdad, the Earth shall never be to you more than a tomb, the Sky more than a shroud. Whereas the one was fitted out to serve you for a cradle, the other, for a throne. Again I say to you, You are the flood, the Ark and the commander. But penetrating all is your will. And hovering over all your understanding.

Make certain that the Ark be stanch and seaworthy; but do not waste your life on that alone; else will the time for sailing never come, and in the end both you and your Ark will rot and be submerged upon the spot. Make certain of the captain’s competence and calm. But above all learn to seek out the sources of the flood, and train your will to dry them one by one. Then surely will the flood abate and finally spent itself. Burn out a passion or it burns you out. Look not into a passion’s mouth to see if it has fangs or honeyed mandibles. The bee that gathers up the nectar of the flowerers gathers their poison, too. Nor scrutinize a passion’s face if it be comely or unsightly. More comely was to Eve the Serpent’s face than was the face of God. Nor put a passion in the scales to ascertain its weight. Who would compare in weight a diadem with a mountain? Yet, verily, the diadem is heavier by far than the mountain. And there be passions that carol celestial lays by day, but hiss and bite and sting under the pall of night; and passions fat and over-weighted with joy that quickly turn to skeletons of sorrow, and passions soft of eye and docile of demeanor that suddenly become more ravenous than wolves, more treacherous than hyenas, and passions scenting sweeter than a rose so long as left alone, but stinking worse than carrions and skunks so soon as touched and plucked. Sift not your passions into good and bad, for that is labour lost. The good cannot endure without the bad; and the bad can strike no roots save in the good. One is the tree of Good and Evil. One is the fruit thereof. You cannot know the taste of Good without at once knowing the taste of Evil. The pap from which you suck the milk of Life the same it is that yields the milk of Death. That hand rocks you in the cradle is but the very hand that digs your grave. That is, my waifs, the nature of Duality. But be not so vain and obstinate as to attempt to change it. Be not so foolish as to try to split it into halves that you may take the half you like and cast the other out. Would you be masters of Duality? Treat it as neither good nor evil. Has not the milk of life and death turned sour in your mouths? Is it not time you rinsed your mouths with something that is neither good nor bad because surpassing both? Is it not time you yearned for the fruit which is nor sweet nor bitter because not grown upon the tree of Good and Evil? Would you be free from the clutches of Duality? Than pluck its tree – the tree of Good and Evil – out of your hearts. Aye, pluck its root and branch, that the seed of Life Divine, the seed of Holy Understanding which is beyond all good and evil may germinate and sprout instead thereof.

A cheerless message is Mirdad, you say. It robs us of the joy of waiting on the morrow. It makes us dumb, disinterested witness in life, when we would be vociferous contestants. For sweet is to contest no matter what the stakes at issue. And sweet to venture on a chase even though the quarry be nothing more than a will-of-the-wisp. So say you in your hearts, forgetting that your hearts are not yours at all so long as good and evil passions hold their reins. To be the masters of your hearts knead all your passions – good and bad – in the single trough of Love and you may bake them in the oven of Holy Understanding, where all duality is unified in God. Cease not to trouble a world already over troubled. How do you hope to draw clean water from a dwell wherein you dump incessantly all kinds of rubbish and of mud? How shall the waters in the pool ever be clear and still if you disturb them every moment? Draw no drafts for calm upon a troubled world lest you be drawing drafts on trouble. Draw no drafts for love upon a hating world lest you be drawing drafts on Hate. Draw no drafts for life upon a dying world lest you be drawing drafts on Death. The world can pay you in no other coin except its own, which is a two-faced coin. But draw upon yourselves. Nor make demands on any man which you allow him not to make on you.

And what is that which, if accorded you by all the world, would help you overcome your flood and disembark upon an earth divorced from pain and death and joined to heaven in everlasting Love and Peace of Understanding? Is it possessions, power, fame? Is it authority, and prestige, and respect? Is it ambition crowned, and hope fulfilled? But each of these is but a fountainhead which nourishes your flood. Away with them, my waifs, away, away. Be still that you may be clear. Be clear that you may clearly see the world. When you see clearly through the world, then will you know how very poor and powerless it is to give you what you seek of freedom, peace and life. All that the world can give you is a body – an Ark in which to sail the sea of dual life. And that you owe to no man in the world. The Universe is duty-bound to furnish it to you and to sustain it. To keep it trim and stanch to breast the flood, as trim and stanch as was Noah’s Ark; to leash the beasts therein and have them well controlled, as Noah leashed his beasts and perfectly controlled them – that is your duty, and yours alone.

To have a faith bright-eyed and wide-awake which to put at the helm; a faith unshaken in the Omniwill which is your guide to Eden’s blissful portals – that is your business, and yours alone. To have a dauntless will for a commander, a will to overcome and to partake of Holy Understanding’s Tree of Life – that is again your work, and yours alone. God-bound is Man. No destination short of that is worthy of his pain. What if the way be long and strewn with squalls and gales? Shall not pure-hearted, keen-eyed Faith outwit the squall and override the gale? Make hast. For time bestowed on loitering is pain-infested time. And men, even the busiest, are loiterers, indeed. Ship builders are you all. And sailors are you all. That is the task assigned to you from eternity that you may sail the boundless ocean, which is you and therein find that voiceless harmony of being whose name is God. All things must have a center from which to radiate and round which to revolve. If life – Man’s life – be a circle, and God-finding be thereof the centre, than all your work must be concentric with that centre, elsewhere is loitering, though it be drenched in crimson perspiration. But since to lead Man to his destiny is the business of Mirdad, behold! Mirdad has fitted out for you a wondrous Ark, an Ark well built and well commanded. Not one for gopher wood and pitch; nor one for ravens, lizards and hyenas. But one of Holy Understanding, which shall indeed be a beacon for all who yearn to Overcome. Her love for everything and all. Nor shall her cargo be lands and chattels, or silver, gold and jewels, but souls divorced form their shadows and mantled in the light of freedom of Understanding. Let those who would break their moorings from the Earth; and those who would be unified; and those who yearn to Overcome themselves – let them come aboard.

The Ark is ready. The wind is favoring, the sea is calm. So taught I Noah, so I teach you.

(“Book of Mirdad” – Chapter 37: “The Master warns the crowds of the flood of fire and blood, points the way of escape, and launches his Ark”)

2012-01-18T12:57:00.000+02:00

STRANGE SOUNDS HEARD WORLDWIDE

Lots of strange sounds being reported all over the world in recent months, especially in January 2012. There is clear evidence of bizarre sounds prior to the US earthquakes in 2011. What is causing these reports?

2012-01-18T12:03:00.001+02:00

special...

2012-01-18T11:53:00.002+02:00

There’s a fire starting in my heart
Reaching a fever pitch,
it’s bringing me out the dark
Finally I can see you crystal clear
Go head and sell me out
and I'll lay your ship bare

See how I leave with every piece of you
Don’t underestimate the things that I will do

There’s a fire starting in my heart
Reaching a fever pitch
And its bring me out the dark

The scars of your love remind me of us
They keep me thinking that
We almost had it all
The scars of your love they leave me breathless
I can’t help feeling
We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart inside of your hand
And you played it
To the beat

Baby I have no story to be told
But I’ve heard one of you
And I’m gonna make your head burn
Think of me in the depths of your despair
Making a home down there
It reminds you of the home we shared

The scars of your love remind me of us
They keep me thinking that
We almost had it all
The scars of your love they leave me breathless
I can’t help feeling
We could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart inside of your hand
And you played it
To the beat

Throw your soul through every open door
Count your blessings to find what you look for
Turned my sorrow into treasured gold
You pay me back in kind and reap just what you sow

(Now I'm gonna wish you never had met me)
We could have had it all
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
We could have had it all

(Now I'm gonna wish you never had met me)
It all, it all, it all, it all
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

(Now I'm gonna wish you never had met me)
You had my heart and soul
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
And you played it to the beat

(Now I'm gonna wish you never had met me)
You had my heart and soul in your hand
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
But you played it, you played it, you played it to the beat

2012-01-18T11:12:00.001+02:00

for the times...

2012-01-18T11:11:00.000+02:00

2012-01-14T14:02:00.002+02:00

frost on gestures

2012-01-14T13:41:00.000+02:00

the National Salsa Congress, Brasov, 19-22 January 2012!

2012-01-12T16:06:00.001+02:00

poezii de-ale mele in revista "Familia", nr. nov-dec. 2011, pag. 177-184

poems of mine in "Family" magazine, no. nov-dec. 2011, pages 177-184

http://arhiva.revistafamilia.ro/

2012-01-12T15:55:00.002+02:00

se crapă de noapte
sub ochii închiși ai celor întunecați și
mai e puțin până la lumina care-i mama luminii,
cea care-și înghite copilul cu poftă
într-o frumusețe peste om și ruginitul lui felinar clătinându-i-se deasupra gâtului
și uite vin formele cele rotunde care șoptesc despre orbirea văzătoare
despre dragostea de departele și fericirea celor cu duhul bogat
vine vremea șerpilor descolăciți și a merelor întregi
a bărbaților strălucitori și a femeilor care știu,
toți adunați în zâmbetul unuia singur
și se dezleagă aurul de la capătul tuturor lucrurilor
și pornește să colinde lumea în șuvoaie lungi și fierbinți
și nu e departe ziua în care
ochii păsărilor se umplu de sânge
iar aripile lor se transformă în mâini înarmate
țintindu-ne pe noi, cei cruzi și nevăzători
pe când ne scurmăm adăpost în pământ cu oasele noastre mici și murdare

(ligia pârvulescu - "se crapă de noapte")

2012-01-10T22:56:00.001+02:00

always mexico...

2012-01-09T00:43:00.001+02:00

2012-01-08T21:52:00.001+02:00

alerg

2011-12-28T07:45:00.000+02:00

2011-12-27T23:37:00.001+02:00

2011-12-27T05:04:00.000+02:00

remembering...
the enchanted mexico nights :)

Under blue moon I saw you
So soon you’ll take me
Up in your arms
Too late to beg you or cancel it
Though I know it must be the killing time
Unwillingly mine

Fate
Up against your will
Through the thick and thin
He will wait until
You give yourself to him

In starlit nights I saw you
So cruelly you kissed me
Your lips a magic world
Your sky all hung with jewels
The killing moon
Will come too soon

Fate
Up against your will
Through the thick and thin
He will wait until
You give yourself to him

Fate
Up against your will
Through the thick and thin
He will wait until
You give yourself to him

Under blue moon I saw you
So soon you’ll take me
Up in your arms
Too late to beg you or cancel it
Though I know it must be the killing time
Unwillingly mine
Unwillingly mine

2011-12-27T01:05:00.000+02:00

2011-12-24T09:09:00.000+02:00

2011-12-21T04:58:00.000+02:00

brief description of the sacred mantra Om

2011-12-19T04:08:00.000+02:00

A fost odată ca niciodată, că de n-ar fi nu s-ar povesti, un tânăr care locuia într-un sat, undeva în inima Indiei. Dorința lui arzătoare era să plece în căutarea unui maestru, despre care auzise că s-ar afla undeva prin nord, aproape de izvoarele mamei Ganga, în munții Himalaya. Așa că, într-o bună zi, își umplu traista cu merinde, își înfășură o pânză în jurul capului să îl apere de soare și porni la drum. Nici nu ieși el bine din sat că dădu peste un bătrân care se odihnea la umbra unui copac. Îl caut pe maestru, grăi tânărul nerăbdător, uitând să dea binețe. Știi unde îl pot găsi? Da, îi răspunse omul, maestrul e mai bătrân decât mine cu vreo 20 de ani și ai să-l găsești sub un copac ca ăsta. Tânărul mulțumi străinului, îi umplu blidul cu orez în semn de recunoștință și își văzu de drum mai departe. Străbătu jungla plină de șerpi și tigri, călcă prin văi adânci și neguroase, trecu înot lacurile în care sălășuiau crocodilii, fu cât pe ce să piară înghițit de nisipuri înșelătoare, urcă poteci înguste pe povârnișurile primejdioase ale munților Himalaya, ajunse la izvoarele mamei Ganga, dar nu găsi ceea ce căuta. Totuși, tânărul nu se dădu bătut. Se hotărî să scotocească toată India, până îl va găsi pe maestru… Anii trecură și tânărul continua să rătăcească, singur și din ce în ce mai trist, pe drumurile fără capăt, umblate și neumblate, ale Indiei. În cele din urmă își pierdu puterile și nădejdea și porni înapoi spre casă. Calea îl aduse din nou în dreptul copacului, unde cândva, demult, întâlnise un bătrân odihnindu-se la umbră. Bătrânul era tot acolo. Mai bătrân, cu o barbă mai lungă și mai albă. Obosit, omul nostru se așeză alături. Parcă te știu de undeva, Baba, rosti el, trăgând cu coada ochiului la chipul familiar. Ai mai trecut pe aici acum 20 de ani, surâse bătrânul imperceptibil. Omul făcu ochii mari, căci înțelese. Căzu pe dată în genunchi și sărută picioarele maestrului, spălându-i-le cu lacrimi de bucurie și durere. De ce nu m-ai oprit atunci? De ce nu mi-ai spus că ești tu? De ce m-ai lăsat să rătăcesc 20 de ani? se tânguia el. Pentru că tot ceea ce îți doreai pe vremea aceea era să cauți, nu să te oprești lângă mine, veni blând răspunsul.

(fragment din "Namaste" - Sega)

2011-12-15T02:03:00.003+02:00

poezii de-ale mele publicate in revista "Litere", pag. 56-58, nr. oct-dec. 2011

http://www.bibliotheca.ro/reviste/litere/nr_10_11_12_2011/litere_nr_10_11_12_2011.php

2011-12-09T03:49:00.002+02:00

reliving mexic... :)

Yoga Undressed Trailer from Gabriel Bienczycki on Vimeo.

2011-12-09T01:27:00.001+02:00

kim and this amazing instrument - hang (left side)
I wish I had one here right now... but it's planned for next year :)

2011-12-07T05:55:00.001+02:00

fericirea nu vine din mâinile unui bărbat
după cum nicio iertare nu vine din mâinile unui părinte,
și nici copilul din sufletul oamenilor singuri –
există ceva care leagă tot
cu ușurința unui zâmbet fără motiv
degetul mângâind buza cănii de ceai într-o dimineață
fără a-ți imagina că mângâi buzele asprite de tutun ale altcuiva
și e atâta dragoste în gestul tău
încât dragostea se transformă într-un pântec imens, auriu,
ce cuprinde toate femeile
cu suferințele și naivitățile lor
întregi ca niște fructe parfumate și foarte dulci
te sprijini cu o mână de masă și nu mai știi nimic
râzi și lacrimile îți curg de fericire și știi
că toți bărbații te-au iubit fiecare după cum îi era sufletul
unii șchiopătând, unii lovind, unii plângând și alții cu o lumină intensă
te-au iubit pentru că ești tot ce sunt ei, tot ce sunt femeile și mamele lor, surorile, copilăria, moartea și animalul lor preferat
i-ai mângâiat cu toată viața lor și a ta
așa cum mângâi azi o cană de ceai amintindu-ți
cuvintele unui copil adoptat
mama mea nu m-a născut din burtă, m-a născut din inimă
și râzi și lumea trece prin tine lent, fără violență,
scânteind în armonia nedureroasă
a unor culori atât de vii încât corpul începe să-ți tremure a frumusețe
și știi că mersul tău calm pe fire nevăzute de lumină te-a adus lângă tine
întinzi mâna și-l mângâi pe bărbatul acesta
animalul furișat cu privirea de aur
și te adâncești în sufletul vostru ca într-o pădure

(ligia pârvulescu - "fericirea nu vine din mâinile unui bărbat"
foto: "cup of tea" by digital_saint on deviantart)

2011-12-06T03:22:00.000+02:00

2011-12-05T03:29:00.002+02:00

reminder - de cautat si vazut filmul in care a jucat kim. pare interesant, gen babel, crash... si poate ceva nou.

2011-12-05T02:32:00.001+02:00

beautiful - sunset meditation
(brings back mexic memories...)

2011-12-04T04:14:00.000+02:00

at the Nexus Conference in July 2010, physicist Nassim Haramein presented new concepts explaining how we are all interconnected and can access infinite knowledge

2011-12-03T18:33:00.001+02:00

on the link below - pics from maya tulum and the experience I shared there.

those special places and atmosphere and people are always in my heart...

http://www.galactic-emissaries.org/

2011-12-02T02:59:00.004+02:00

inca nu-mi vine sa cred ca am fost in ambele locuri din videoclipuri...

nici n-are rost sa mai postez fotografii

străinul din ţara aceea

mă întreba ce caut
mă-nvârteam lângă mare odată cu pietrele
aproape dansând
am pierdut ceva i-am spus
nu-mi găsesc neliniştea tristeţea
copiii mei rătăcitori s-au rătăcit în sfârşit de mine
zâmbeam cu satisfacţia unei mame denaturate
apoi m-am lăsat în palmele lui
era ceva nevăzut care mişca în noi aripi
împreună eram un animal mic şi rotund
abia născut din răsuflările noastre
aproape că nu-ndrăzneam să mişc de fericire
eram un val de nisip
cu fiecare gest mă împrăştiam în aerul cald
orbitam în jurul tâmplelor lui de parcă
aş fi fost o femeie sau o lună sau un inel de sunete moi
prin trupul nostru nopţile curgeau în fâşii lucioase
arcuindu-ne privirile în benzi de aur –
şi totul s-a oprit aşa
un flux rostogolit în afara timpului
ca şi cum căldura ar putea îngheţa fragmente de viaţă
de care n-am vrea să ne desprindem decât pentru a ni le aşeza mai bine sub cap şi
toată lumina ne-a rămas undeva între coaste
ca paşii unui animal frumos şi sălbatic –
de acolo pulsează o fericire

(ligia pârvulescu)

2011-12-01T07:56:00.000+02:00

about the equality between women and men

full length online movie

http://filmehd.net/dangerous-beauty-1998-frumoasa-venetiana-film-online.html

2011-11-29T06:19:00.001+02:00

I miss Mexico, a lot, a lot... I need my salsa :)
(love this song)

2011-11-29T04:38:00.003+02:00

pt. k.
:)

ce se întâmplă oare cu bărbatul pe care îl visezi cântând
acompaniindu-se la chitară spre uimirea ta
într-o maşină decapotabilă pe marginea străzii
pe care tu îl asculţi şi te minunezi că nu ştiai ce voce are
adică vrei să zici că de data asta se întrece pe sine însuşi
te bucuri că nu te vede aşa în pijama şi cu părul vâlvoi
desculţă pe asfalt nici nu mai ştii cum arăţi
pentru că da eşti într-un vis
în somn
chiar te întorci pe altă parte pentru confirmare
arunci perna şi plapuma
şi continui să îl asculţi şi ai vrea să nu te mai trezeşti niciodată
şi te bucuri te bucuri te bucuri
şi începi să te îndepărtezi
îţi e frică probabil că te-ar vedea într-un final
pentru că au trecut ani sau de altceva
mergi aşa de încet pe vârfuri cu ochii în jos şi auzi cum
trece maşina aceea decapotată cu tot cu
cel mai frumos cântec din lume
doar aerul parcă se clatină uşor de un parfum alb

şi parcă ai vrea să îţi audă gândul chiar şi aşa încurcat cum e
mulţumindu-i
pentru simplul fapt că
dar ce se întâmplă oare cu bărbatul pe care

("bărbatul care cântă" - silvia caloianu
foto: "down the long lost road" - madameATP on deviantart)

2011-11-29T01:44:00.001+02:00

2011

2011-11-29T01:19:00.003+02:00

in love...

2011-11-27T05:02:00.006+02:00

am incheiat cea mai frumoasa vacanta pe care am avut-o pana acum.
soare, cel mai fin nisip ever, nopti calde si umede, cu stele imense, o mare incredibila, locuri deosebite, stari speciale traite cu oameni speciali, printre care kim. mi-ar fi placut sa mai dureze, dar... mai bine c-a fost, decat sa nu fi fost niciodata :) si poate va mai fi la un moment dat - exact ca visele care se repeta :)

an amazing-amazing instrument kim's having... I plan to have one, too

2011-11-27T04:30:00.001+02:00

;))

2011-11-19T04:49:00.002+02:00

7 years... thank you

2011-11-18T18:47:00.002+02:00

toate-s vechi, si noua toate.... :)

2011-11-11T16:45:00.008+02:00

"Good Morning, Luxurious Life. I Love You!"

2011-11-11T11:05:00.003+02:00

a masterpiece (audio & visual), especially on headphones.
(via alexandru) quote: "e jale cu hybrid" ;))

Hybrid - Break My Soul (Music Video) from Hybrid on Vimeo.

Shadows on the pavement burn a watermark of you
And every city siren calls your name down every avenue
Falling into contemplation, broken to my knees
But I need no resolution here though it cuts me to the seams

I'm still the same
But you're not going to take me down again
I'm feeling old
That doesn't mean you can break my Soul

See my youth begin to fade through the eyes of a child
And I study every lesson learned that wipes away my smile
And I learn that all your walls are just the cover of a book
Every word a broken promise, every page a heart you took

I'm still the same
But you're not going to take me down again
I'm feeling old
That doesn't mean you can break my Soul
Break My Soul

Buried like a splinter
Rips apart like paper
Blows away like ashes in my hands
No I won't see you later
Go build another castle out of sand
Like ashes in my hands

I'm not drowning in your sea
Believing in you will not be the death of me
Not waiting for the curtain drop
Or waiting for the hurt to stop
Not drowning in a teardrop for your love

Break My Soul – Break My Soul

I'm still the same
But you're not going to take me down again
I'm feeling old
That doesn't mean you can break my Soul

2011-11-11T00:58:00.004+02:00

2011-11-11T00:01:00.001+02:00

Hybrid - Disappear Here (Music Video) from Hybrid on Vimeo.

Maybe it was my mistake
Could it be that I'm the one to blame?
Broken all the pieces
Why don't you throw the rest away?

And you cry like a baby
Fly like a bird
I'll shoot you down
And yet no one can save me
Cause I only disappear here

Wait! I'm in the wrong house
I'm in the wrong room
Some place in someone else's shoes

I want to turn back
I want to shut down
I'll blow away if I breathe out

Save me from sleeping now
Save me from flying out
I disappear here

I have been your guilty pleasure
I've been your lack of restraint
Apply the perfect pressure
To your sweet subordinate

So go into your spiral
And gently you're winding me down
So I figure I'm falling
Into the fall out

Wait! I'm in the wrong house
I'm in the wrong room
Some place in someone else's shoes

I want to turn back
I want to shut down
You'll blow away if I breathe out

Save me from sleeping now
Save me from flying out
I disappear here

Broken, torn, insincere
Can I watch
As you disappear
Here

2011-11-09T22:18:00.002+02:00

...o viata nu ne-ajunge :)

2011-11-09T21:49:00.000+02:00

o da :)

2011-11-09T21:48:00.000+02:00

2011-11-09T20:58:00.001+02:00

2011-11-09T15:07:00.002+02:00

cancun, mexico

"tulum attracts beauty with beauty" ;))
...or
"tulum is one of the best places in the world, I think... for beaches/bitches" :)

2011-11-07T21:33:00.002+02:00

beauty, ladies and gents, pure beauty ;)

2011-11-07T17:28:00.002+02:00

...vrajitoarele :)

Undeva din munte
Se-aude chemare.
Ielele nebune
Pregatesc licoare.
Dansul lor si vraja
Ne atrag spre ele,
Se prefac din mana
Stralucind inele.

Ielele hoate, fetele in ie,
Surori si soate vor sa ne fie.

Undeva din munte
Se-aude chemare.
Ard multe focuri,
Trupurile-s goale.
Dansul lor si vraja
Ne atrag spre ele.
Duhuri se aduna
Cat mai este luna.
De-ar inceta chemarea,
Muntiï n-au sa-nece marea.
Sunet de poveste,
Veste rea...

Ielele hoate, fetele in ie,
Surori si soate vor sa ne fie.

2011-11-06T06:11:00.002+02:00

casa doina wedding party (dress by clara rotescu)

2011-11-04T16:55:00.000+02:00

O femeie ingrijorata s-a dus la medicul ei si i-a spus:

“Doctore, am o problema serioasa si am nevoie disperata de ajutorul dumneavoastra! Copilul meu nu are nici macar un an, iar eu sunt din nou insarcinata. Nu vreau sa am copii cu o varsta atat de apropiata.”

Medicul i-a spus : ”In regula, ce vreti sa fac?”

Ea a raspuns: “Vreau sa intrerupeti sarcina mea si ma bazez pe ajutorul dumneavoastra pentru aceasta.”

Medicul a stat pe ganduri cateva clipe, si apoi i-a raspuns femeii:

“Cred ca am o solutie mai buna la problema dumneavoastra. Si e mai putin periculoasa pentru sanatate. Vedeti dumneavoastra, pentru a nu fi nevoita sa aveti grija de doi copii in acelasi timp, haideti sa il ucidem pe cel care-l tineti in brate. Asa va puteti si odihni o vreme inainte ca celalalt sa se nasca. Daca tot vom omori unul din ei, nu conteaza pe care. Nu exista nici un fel de risc pentru corpul dumneavoastra daca il alegeti pe cel din brate.”

Femeia, oripilata, a spus : “Nu, doctore, ce oribil! E o crima sa omori un copil! ”

“Sunt de acord,” zise medicul. “Dar pareati sa fiti de acord cu acest lucru, asa ca ma gandeam ca asta ar fi cea mai buna solutie.”

Medicul a zambit, stiind ca s-a facut inteles.

El a convins mama ca nu exista nici o diferenta intre a omori un copil care deja s-a nascut si unul care este inca in pantec.

2011-11-04T13:40:00.002+02:00

în dreapta – deconectaţi-vă

ruperea unei legături de sânge

a unui cablu a unui suflet

sau poate vrea să însemne

relaxează-te, va fi bine

bagă un vin o femeie o distracţie

creierul hârtia mototolită

aruncată la cap într-un imaginar joc de baschet

zâmbetul frânt privirea rătăcită spre mine

ţii în mâini capul rupt al unei păpuşi

scena se schimbă

apare o greaţă albastră pe tocuri înalte

mi se înfăşoară molatic pe piele

corpul de alături cade sau pleacă

nici nu contează

rămâne cearceaful ud sau poate sunt doar eu

privind prin tine

lumea în care nu se-ntâmplă niciodată nimic

şi asta e de fapt deconectarea

toate visele se termină cu punct com

e cel mai căutat happy-end

(text: "love.com" - ligia pârvulescu
foto: "abandoned technology" - kaylazelda on deviantart)

2011-11-03T18:39:00.003+02:00

it's unfortunate that when we feel a storm
we can roll ourselves over 'cause we're uncomfortable.

oh well the devil makes us sin
but we like it when we're spinning in his grin.

love is like a sin my love
for the ones who feel it the most

look at her with her eyes like a flame
she will love you like a fly will never love you again

2011-11-03T16:59:00.002+02:00

2011-10-31T22:52:00.001+02:00

Voices, a thousand, thousand voices
Whispering, the time has passed for choices
Golden days are passing over

I can't seem to see you baby
Although my eyes are open wide
But I know I'll see you once more

Leaving, I hate to see you cry
Grieving, I hate to say goodbye
Dust and ash forever

Though I know we must be parted
As sure as stars are in the sky
I'm gonna see you when it comes to glory
And I'll see you, I'll see you on the other side

Never thought I'd feel like this
Strange to be alone
But we'll be together
Carved in stone, carved in stone, carved in stone

Hold me, hold me tight, I'm falling
Far away. Distant voices calling
I'm so cold. I need you darling

I was down, but now I'm flying
Straight across the great divide
I know you're crying, but I'll stop you crying
When I see you, I see you on the other side

God knows I'll see you, see you on the other side

2011-10-31T22:20:00.000+02:00

Downstairs they're playing Kenton
The house set to swing
I lay in my bed
And listen to everything
Cause Leo's in rare form tonight
His trombone sings so sweet
This is the room
Where they all come to meet

He said
I do what I can
I live for the moment
And that's who I am
Yeah that's who I am

And isn't it good
If we could freeze moments in time
We all would
But I do what I can
I do what I can

Downstairs he's playing Kenton
The Magnavox sighs
But oh how the music has changed
In all of our lives
He says "nobody listens
To modern jazz"
And I'll never have what those guys have

He says
I do what I can
I work for a living
And that's who I am
Yeah that's who I am

And it's good to be alive
But everything's different since Leo died
I do what I can

Is this the end of the modern world
What could it mean for a young girl
Who sees the pain on his face
He does what he can

The procession on the TV screen
What could it possibly mean for a man
Who's come this far just to turn around
Could there still be life in Kenton's swing
With the Kennedys gone and everything
Those sad rows of houses with their optimistic colors
Democrat grandparents and draft-dodging brothers
Riots down the street and discontented mothers
We do what we can

Downstairs it's quiet
Less alive somehow
Somehow he was everything that I am now

And he says
I do what I can
I work for a living
And that's who I am
And that's who I am

But it's good to be alive
And these are the choices
We make to survive
You do what you can

2011-10-31T21:23:00.005+02:00

week-end in muntii buzaului - w diana

2011-10-27T00:07:00.000+03:00

...and the BEAUTY of it

2011-10-26T11:20:00.002+03:00

Cum recunoşti un iepure zburător? Are un uliu pe spate.

Un tigan statea in penultima banca si avea inspectie la scoala. Inspectorii se aseaza in ultima banca. Profesoara pune 1-2 intrebari, tiganul tot cu mana pe sus. In sfarsit il pune si pe el sa raspunda.
- Spune tigane si tu!
- Doamna, ce picioare, ce tate aveti!
- Tigane, cum iti permiti, nesimtitule? ai nota 2!
- Ba, astia cu inspectia, nu mai soptiti ba, daca nu stiti!

El: Iubito calca-mi te rog camasa albastra ca am o sedinta importanta azi.
Ea: Ma tu vrei sa te duci la c***e!!!
El: Nu iubito, promit, am o sedinta importanta. Te rog pregateste-mi si cravata.
Ea: Maaaa, tu vrei sa te duci la c***e, d-aia te aranjezi!!!
El: Nu iubito, iti promit!!! te rog si parfumul sa mi-l aduci.
Ea: Pfaaaa, clar te duci la c***e la cum te-ai aranjat!!
El: Iubito!!!........
—gesturi tandre imbratisari etc.—
Se intoarce barbatu’ beat acasa pe la 4 dimineata si zice:
"Ai cobit!"

Făt-Frumos vine la rege:
- Mi-am îndeplinit promisiunea, uite aici capul zmeului.
- Da, ok, si eu imi tin promisiunea. Uite aici mâna printesei!

Ora de educatie sexuala: profesorul trebuie sa plece si il lasa responsabil pe Bula.
- Bula, te las pe tine, dar sa fii cuminte!
Vine profesorul dupa 10 minute si gaseste toate fetele dezbracate:
- Ce se intampla Bula???
- Practica la fete.
Mai vine iar profesorul dupa 10 minute si gaseste toti baietii dezbracati:
- Acu' ce se intampla Bula???
- Practica la baieti!
Mai sta profesorul ce mai sta si vine iar. Acu' elevii fac sex pe banci:
- Bula, e scandalos!!!
- Dom' profesor, acu' le-am dat lucrare de control.
- Bine, Bula!
Vede profu' doi poponari in spate:
- Da' cu aia ce e Bula?
- I-am prins copiind si le-am schimbat subiectele.
- Aha.
In ultima banca unu facea laba:
- Bai, Bula!
- Ala e baiatu' directorului. I-am dat mai usor.

"24 de ore într-o zi, 24 de beri într-o ladă. Vreo coincidenţă? "

Cum îţi dai seama dacă o ţestoasă e mascul sau femelă?
O gâdili pe burtă… Dacă e bucuros, e mascul. Dacă e bucuroasă, e femelă.

Doua prietene stau de vorba la birou...
- Mai, nu stiu ce sa mai fac, am o durere cumplita de gat.
- Ah, nici o problema, iti recomand un remediu sigur. Eu, de cate ori ma doare gatul, fac sex oral cu sotul meu si a doua zi nu mai am nimic.
- Serios?!
- Da.
... A doua zi, la birou... prietena cea bolnava apare foarte zambitoare...
- Ei, cum te mai simti?
- Extraordinar... ai avut dreptate, remediul recomandat de tine functioneaza perfect... doar ca sotului tau nu-i venea sa creada ca a fost ideea ta...

În luna de miere, doi îndrăgostiți făceau dragoste de zor, la un moment dat, când EL era deasupra, EA îl tot pipăia pe cap.
El: ce tot faci?
Ea: îți caut coarnele pentru că faci dragoste ca un diavol!
După jumătate de oră EA era deasupra și atunci EL, începe să o pipăie pe cap.
Ea zâmbind îl întreabă: Ce faci?
... El: Îți caut coarnele.
Ea: De ce? Fac dragoste ca o diavoliță? :))
El: Nu! Ești grea ca o vacă!

‎3 barbati morti ajung la poarta raiului. Ii ia Dumnezeu pe fiecare la intrebari.
Primul fiind un italian:
- Ia zi, tu cum ai murit?
- Pai mi-am cumparat un Ferrari, am mers pe autostrada spre Milano cu 340 km/h, n-am putut sa iau o curba, am intrat in parapet si am murit pe loc.
- Bine, poti sa intri.
Al doilea, un german:
- Tu cum ai murit?
- Mi-am luat un Porsche, am mers pe autostrada, o cisterna a pus frana brusc in fata mea, nu am mai putut opri, explozie mare, am murit pe loc.
- Bine, poti intra si tu.
Al treilea, un roman:
- Tu ce ai patit?
- Mi-am luat un BMW X5 si am murit de foame...

2011-10-25T22:47:00.000+03:00

I’m burned out and wasted
I’m tired of pacing
I’m busy erasing voices of the dead
Everything changes
And everyone’s faceless
I wanna replace this darkness in my head

In a strange strange place, I’m lying on the edge of a star
In these violent days, I only wanna be where you are
Even fools they say.. can find a way out of the dark
Of the dark
Help me out of the dark

Have I been a sinner?
A lover, a killer?
Cause the world I’ve discovered
It feels nothing like my heart
I wanna escape it
Or try to embrace it
I keep re-arranging everything I know

In a strange strange place, I’m lying on the edge of a star
In these violent days, I only wanna be where you are
Even fools they say.. can find a way out of the dark
Of the dark
Help me out of the dark

Out.. of the dark
Help me out of the dark

2011-10-24T16:31:00.003+03:00

poezii de-ale mele in revista "Feed-back" nr. 9-10 / sept.-oct. 2011.

revista se gaseste la Muzeul Literaturii Romane sau prin comanda pe mail la directorul revistei: danielcorbu@yahoo.com

2011-10-24T15:04:00.000+03:00

2011-10-24T15:03:00.001+03:00

2011-10-22T13:15:00.001+03:00

wearing red party [and yes, I was wearing red... :)]

2011-10-21T22:03:00.002+03:00

at Licitatia de toamna Artmark, with Razvan Gavrilescu

http://www.artmark.ro/2011/10/licitatia-de-toamna-2011-depaseste-din-nou-milionul-de-euro-incheind-intr-o-nota-optimista-cele-mai-bune-doua-luni-din-istoria-artmark/

2011-10-19T13:31:00.001+03:00

eu, pian, liszt, anul 2, dupa 3 luni de pauza :)

2011-10-19T13:29:00.000+03:00

behind the bars

Drink up, baby
Stay up all night
Things you could do
You won't but you might

The potential you'll be
You'll never see
Promises you'll only make
Drink up with me now
And forget all about
Pressure of days
Do what I say
And I'll make you okay
And drive them away
Images stuck in your head

People you've been before
That you don't want around anymore
That push and shove and won't bend to your will
I'll keep them still

Drink up, baby
Look at the stars.
And I'll kiss you again
Between the bars
Where I'm seeing you there
With your hands in the air
Waiting to finally be caught

Drink up one more time
And I'll make you mine
And keep you apart
Deep in my heart
Separate from the rest
Where I like you the best
Keep the things you forgot

The people you've been before
That you don't want around anymore
That push and shove and won't bend to your will
I'll keep them still

2011-10-18T23:16:00.000+03:00

sun on the streets and in the piano studio

2011-10-17T21:21:00.001+03:00

2011-10-17T02:37:00.001+03:00

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2011-10-14T21:19:00.001+03:00

:)))

2011-10-14T11:30:00.000+03:00

2011-10-14T10:37:00.000+03:00

beautiful expression

2011-10-14T10:35:00.000+03:00

so f... true :)

2011-10-14T02:37:00.006+03:00

vintage

2011-10-13T16:42:00.000+03:00

free as the birds who think they own the cage :D

2011-10-13T01:30:00.002+03:00

2011-10-12T23:45:00.001+03:00

gone with the wind in 60 seconds ;))

2011-10-12T23:28:00.001+03:00

...yet, people love logic... ;))

2011-10-11T16:32:00.000+03:00

2011-10-11T09:19:00.001+03:00

Last night I dreamed that I was dreaming of you
And from a window across the lawn I watched you undress
Wearing your sunset of purple tightly woven around your hair
That rose in strangled ebony curls
Moving in a yellow bedroom light
The air is wet with sound
The faraway yelping of a wounded dog
And the ground is drinking a slow faucet leak
Your house is so soft and fading as it soaks the black summer heat
A light goes on and the door opens
And a yellow cat runs out on the stream of hall light and into the yard
A wooden cherry scent is faintly breathing the air
I hear your champagne laugh
You wear two lavender orchids
One in your hair and one on your hip
A string of yellow carnival lights comes on with the dusk
Circling the lake with a slowly dipping halo
And I hear a banjo tango
And you dance into the shadow of a black poplar tree
And I watched you as you disappeared
I watched you as you disappeared...

2011-10-10T21:39:00.001+03:00

2011-10-10T21:32:00.001+03:00

Nu trebuie să părăseşti camera. Este suficient să rămâi aşezat la masă şi să asculţi.
Nu trebuie nici măcar să asculţi; este suficient să aştepţi.
Nu trebuie nici măcar să aştepţi; este suficient să înveţi să rămâi liniştit, şi împăcat, şi solitar, iar lumea ţi se va oferi singură şi de bunăvoie.
Ea nu are de ales: se va revela singură, în extaz, la picioarele tale.

(Kafka)

2011-10-08T22:40:00.003+03:00

autumn dusk with boats, 2 Mai, oct. 2011

2011-10-08T11:21:00.001+03:00

2011-10-07T19:48:00.004+03:00

l’été indien, vama veche, octombrie 2011 :)

2011-10-05T16:08:00.000+03:00

zi-le tu charlie :D

2011-10-05T16:06:00.000+03:00

reorientare profesionala ;))

2011-10-04T14:36:00.001+03:00

passion, soul...

2011-10-04T14:34:00.000+03:00

to remember

2011-10-04T00:14:00.001+03:00

autumn

2011-10-02T14:50:00.001+03:00

‎"I wish I could come here all the time, but I can't...it's for someone who has the time to experience life...and that's quite a luxury" :)