Sper ca dansezi
January 22, 2010
Terminand ceva curatenie prin birou, ma gandeam ca atatea lucruri avem “puse bine” si nu stim de ele. Salvam lucruri, amintiri si momente si le aranjam in sertare, pungi, cutii si rafturi. Fizice sau mentale. Ne zbatem sa le ambalam cu grija sa nu se strice.
Avem grija sa nu ni le fure cineva, sa nu le pierdem sau distrugem accidental.
Apoi…. uitam de ele.
Ai avut vreodata ocazia sa stai singur, pe tarmul sau plaja unei mari sau chiar al vreunui ocean, plimbandu-te cu picioarele goale, pe vreme frumoasa si sa simti cum nisipul se strecoara printre degetele de la picioare?
Sau ai stat langa o cascada de apa, mica sau mare, mirandu-te de frumusetea unui lucru asa-numit “mort”?
Ai simtit ca ai vrea sa imbratisezi un necunoscut care intr-o anumite situatie din viata ta, te-a surprins “pe val”, bucuros fiind de ceva anume?
De ce daca ne bucura ceva, nu radem, ci zambim?
De ce daca ne intristeaza ceva, nu plangem, ci doar ne posomoram fata?
De ce daca iti vine sa urli de nervi nu o faci, ci spui doar “in puii mei” si inghiti nervii in tine?
De ce daca iti place muzica, nu DANSEZI, ci doar bati ritmul cu degetele pe antebrat, pe ascuns, sa nu te vada nimeni ca iti vine sa zbori de fericire in momentul acela?
Sper ca dansezi…
ShareI hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat, but always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handedChorus: I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens
Promise me that you’ll give faith a fighting chance
and when you get the choice to sit it out or dance,
I hope you dance, I hope you danceI hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Livin’ might mean takin’ chances, but they’re worth takin’
Lovin’ might be a mistake but it’s worth makin’
Don’t let some hell bent heart leave you bitter
When you come close to selling out, reconsider
Give the heavens above more than just a passing glanceAnd when you get the choice to sit it out or dance,
I hope you dance (time is a wheel in constant motion always)
I hope you dance (rolling us along)
I hope you dance (tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder)
I hope you dance (where those years have gone)I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean,
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens,
Promise me that you’ll give faith a fighting chance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance,dance (hold for 2 4 counts), I hope you dance,
I hope you dance (time is wheel in constant motion always)
I hope you dance (rolling us along)
I hope you dance (tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder)
I hope you dance (where those years have gone)
(tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder)
(where those years have gone)
Ea crede in mine…
January 22, 2010
… si asta mi-e destul, desi nu stiu ce vede in mine.
While she lays sleeping
I stay out late at night to play my songs
And sometimes all the nights can be so long
And it`s good when I finally make it home, all alone
While she lays dreaming,
I touch her face across the silver light
I see her dreams that drift upto the sky
And she wakes up to my kiss and I say it`s alright
And I hold her tight.
Chorus
And she believes in me
I`ll never know just what she sees in me,
I told her someday if she was my girl
I could change the world with my songs, but
I was wrong
But she has faith in me
And so I go on trying faithfully
Forever in my heart she will remain
And I hope and pray
I will find a way,find a way
While she lays waiting
I ask myself do I hurt her so
What called me on a long and this lonely road,
Why dont i turn around and head back home where I belong
While she lays crying
For she knows my heart is ripped in two
I`m torn between the things that I should do
She deserves it all and I’d give it if i could, god her love is true
Chorus
While she lays sleeping
While she lays sleeping for me.
Eu cand vreau sa fluier, fluier
January 21, 2010
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We Belong Together
January 17, 2010
We Belong Together
(Ooh, ooh, sweet love, yeah)
I didn’t mean it
When I said I didn’t love you, so
I should have held on tight
I never shoulda let you go
I didn’t know nothing
I was stupid, I was foolish
I was lying to myself
I could not fathom that I would ever
Be without your love
Never imagined I’d be
Sitting here beside myself
Cause I didn’t know you
Cause I didn’t know me
But I thought I knew everything
I never felt
The feeling that I’m feeling
Now that I don’t hear your voice
Or have your touch and kiss your lips
Cause I don’t have a choice
Oh, what I wouldn’t give
To have you lying by my side
Right here, cause baby
(We belong together)
[chorus]
When you left I lost a part of me
It’s still so hard to believe
Come back baby, please
Cause we belong together
Who else am I gon’ lean on
When times get rough
Who’s gonna talk to me on the phone
Till the sun comes up
Who’s gonna take your place
There ain’t nobody better
Oh, baby baby, we belong together
I can’t sleep at night
When you are on my mind
Bobby Womack’s on the radio
Saying to me
“If you think you’re lonely now”
Wait a minute
This is too deep (too deep)
I gotta change the station
So I turn the dial
Trying to catch a break
And then I hear Babyface
I only think of you
And it’s breaking my heart
I’m trying to keep it together
But I’m falling apart
I’m feeling all out of my element
I’m throwing things, crying
Trying to figure out
Where the hell I went wrong
The pain reflected in this song
It ain’t even half of what
I’m feeling inside
I need you
Need you back in my life, baby
[chorus]
When you left I lost a part of me
It’s still so hard to believe
Come back baby, please
Cause we belong together
Who else am I gon’ lean on
When times get rough
Who’s gonna talk to me on the phone
Till the sun comes up
Who’s gonna take your place
There ain’t nobody better
Oh, baby baby, we belong together, baby
[chorus]
When you left I lost a part of me
It’s still so hard to believe
Come back baby, please
Cause we belong together
Who am I gonna lean on
When times get rough
Who’s gonna talk to me
Till the sun comes up
Who’s gonna take your place
There ain’t nobody better
Oh baby, baby
We belong together
Scrisoare din tabara
January 13, 2010
Ghidul nostru ne-a spus sa scriem acasa ca poate ati vazut la
televizor inundatia si sunteti ingrijorati. Suntem bine.
Apa a luat doar un cort si doi saci de dormit.
Din fericire, nimeni nu s-a inecat pentru ca eram toti pe munte si il cautam pe
Cristi. A, da, sun-o pe mama lui Cristi si spune-i ca totul e
bine. Cristi nu poate scrie pentru ca si-a rupt mana.
Am mers si eu cu unul dintre jeep-urile Salvamont. A fost super.
Nu l-am fi gasit niciodata in intunericul acela daca nu fulgera.
Ghidul nostru, Victor, s-a enervat foarte tare pe Cristi pentru
ca a plecat fara sa spuna nimanui. Cristi zice ca i-a spus, dar
era in timpul incendiului, asa ca probabil n-a auzit. Stiai ca
daca pui benzina pe foc, canistra o sa explodeze? Lemnul ud nu
ardea, dar unul dintre corturi, da. Si hainele noastre la fel.
Danut o sa arate ciudat pana ii creste parul la loc. Ne intoarcem
acasa sambata daca Victor reuseste sa repare masina. Nu a fost
vina lui. Franele mergeau bine cand am plecat. Victor spune ca,
cu o masina atat de veche, ceva se strica mereu. probabil de asta
nu are asigurare. Mie mi se pare o masina misto. Nu se supara
daca i-o murdarim, si cand e cald, ne lasa sa stam pe capota ca
sa ne mai racorim. Se face destul de cald, cu 13 oameni intr-o
masina. Ne lasa sa stam si in portbagaj pana l-a oprit un
politist. Ghidul nostru e misto. Il invata pe Tudorel sa conduca
masina pe drumurile de munte, unde nu e trafic. Tot ce vedem pe
aici sunt camioane cu busteni. Dimineata asta, toti tipii sareau
in lac de pe stanci. Pe mine nu m-a lasat, pentru ca nu stiu sa
inot, iar Cristi avea mana rupta, asa ca ne-a lasat sa mergem cu
barca. A fost super. Se pot vedea sub apa copacii rupti de
inundatie.
Victor nu e un scortos ca ceilalti ghizi pe care ii stiu. Ne-a
lasat sa mergem fara veste de salvare. Trebuie sa petreaca mult
timp lucrand la masina, asa ca incercam sa nu-i facem probleme.
Ghici ce! Am primit toti insigne pentru ca am trecut cursul de
prim ajutor. Cand Danut si-a taiat mana cu toporul, am invatat sa
coasem vene. Marius si eu am vomitat, dar ghidul nostru zice ca
era de la puiul stricat. Ne-a mai spus ca mancarea din inchisoare
era si mai rea. Ma bucur ca a iesit de acolo. Zice ca acum a
invatat cum sa faca lucrurile cum trebuie. Apropo, ce e un pedofil?
Trebuie sa plec acum. Mergem in oras sa ne trimitem scrisorile si
sa cumparam vaselina. Nu va faceti griji. Suntem bine.
Cu dragoste,
Al vostru Mihai






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