Da, stiu, e tarziu, a trecut de mai bine de o saptamana. Dar, fiind seara, iar eu fara chef de televizor sau filme, am inceput sa ma “plimb” printre bloguri. Si am intalnit pe mai mult de un blog un post dedicat acestei zile.
Dar ce sa vezi, nu erau vorbe de bine. Pai si-atunci? Unde sunt oamenii pentru care s-a preluat aceasta “minunata” sarbatoare? Ca doar magazinele de pun in rafturi inimioare, ursuleti si alte minunatii din aceeasi categorie, nu le-or pune pentru ei. Ci pentru cumparatori. Oameni ce au cerut inconsient si subtil dezvoltarea unei sarbatori in care sa poata spuna “Te iubesc” fara a se simti sub papuc.
Pai, si-atunci de unde nevoia subita de a va plange ca nu suntem originali si ca “furam” ideile si cultura altora? Pai pentru cine sa pastram cultura noastra? Ca vorba aia, avem si noi destula.
Recunosc, nici eu nu sunt de acord cu sfantul Valentin, care apropo, in calendarul ortodox apare o data pe 16 februarie, o data pe 24 aprilie si pe 24 octombrie ( evident nu este vorba de acelasi Valentin ). Si totusi, ca romani, tot ceea ce ne poate aduce un ban in plus este binevenit, pentru ca aceasta sarbatoare, este o idee geniala de marketing pentru diverse companii.
Dar de ce sa nu ne folosim de lucrurile pe care la avem deja? De ce sa nu ne pretuim propria cultura? Dar ce spun, nu stiu de ce imi doresc lucruri imposibile. Si ni se bate obrazul cand spunem ca nu suntem mandrii de tara noastra… Am motive?
Si in plus, de ce am nevoie de o un motiv sa-i spun celui de langa mine ca-l iubesc? Faptul ca-l iubesc nu este un motiv destul de bun?
It was me, it was you, it was us. It was a dream, the sweetest nightmare. There were tears, fighting shadows from the past like a knight fights a dragon to save his beloved.
There were whispers, lost in the sky. It was the present which now we call past. There were lies, future plans, promises made in vain. There was hope of a brighter day.
It was me being me all over again. There was pain, there was laughter, there was love. But was it really? Wasn’t it just my imagination playing tricks on me? Did it really happen?
Cat te urasc atunci cand imi zambesti si-mi spui ca ma iubesti. Cat te urasc atunci cand ma ignori si-mi reprosezi ca nu vorbesc cu tine. Cat te urasc atunci cand stii ca te iubesc dar nu iti pasa. A trecut atat de mult timp, si totusi… totusi eu cred in continuare tot ce-mi spui. De fapt, ce spun? Cat ma urasc pentru ca stiu ca traiesc o dorinta.
Cat urasc distanta dintre noi si timpul ce l-am petrecut gandidu-ma la tine. Cat te urasc pentru ca ai stiut mereu sa ma faci sa plang si totusi sa te iert si sa te iubesc din nou, intotdeauna. Cat te urasc pentru ca nu ai stiut sa fi al meu, cat ma urasc pentru ca nu am stiut sa te tin langa mine.
Cat ma urasc pentru lacrimile ce le-am varsat in noptile cu luna plina. Cat te urasc pentru ca intotdeauna ai cautat acel ceva. Cat ma urasc pentru ca n-am stiut sa fiu mai puternica.
Oh, no, not in the sexy and naughty way you all think. I was just browsing around and found a contest. Enter a picture of you and you can win a plastic surgery for bigger boobs. Ok, nothing bad with this picture ( not that much anyway ).
What I don’t understand is that there were women that gave birth, having one, two or even more children, they didn’t have a problem with the size, but with the fact that they’ve changed. Of course you changed! It’s a normal thing. No one likes it, but it happens. I know, I know, you want to feel good with yourself, heck, everybody wants that, but I bet plastic surgery isn’t the answer.
And it’s sad, all those women wanted bigger boobs because: I need to feel like a woman!
Seriously? Big boobs is what defines a woman? Damn…
You see, this right here is what’s wrong with the world…
Having something plastic in you doesn’t make you feel like a woman, it will only make men see you more like an object than they already do.
No, I am not a feminist, and no, I do not have huge boobs… and yes, maybe I would change some things about me, but it still doesn’t make it right. Just so there won’t be any misunderstanding, I’m not judging anyone, just sayin’…
Writing has become something impossible, concentrating all my thoughts in one place gives me headaches. What could I possibly have to say? How is my life different than any other man or woman around me?
Why has opening up become such a pain in the… anyway, I don’t want to slip into a melancholic state of mind. Nothing seems to make me happy anymore, not even movies, not even music. What have I become?
I blame winter and the cold weather for my nostalgic mood and the laziness that has destroyed the joyful me. I have done absolutely nothing…
I’ll just stay inside my castle and wait for the beautiful, warm spring, with her flowers and butterflies. I like butterflies!
Oh, how I crave for some excitement and new things in my life…
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Da, stiu, e tarziu, a trecut de mai bine de o saptamana. Dar, fiind seara, iar eu fara chef de televizor sau filme, am inceput sa ma “plimb” printre bloguri. Si am intalnit pe mai mult de un blog un post dedicat acestei zile.
Ok, serious post.
