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i just have two or three thoughts as in.. -- how strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude ~ed -- gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love ~ae -- you can plant a dream ~ac and i miss you as well and i don't know what to wish for

is not about gifts is all about.. g i f t s i thought my dreams were reasonable but they are anything but that.. i suppose i sleepwalking or lost some in translation of the ideas and paths.. the things i can think being true is seems to be rather wrong all along the way and changeing lanes is near to imposible task without you and your heartbeat to beat in my chest.. wakeing up without you make me lose the beauty of a morning dew and the mist around your forehead.. and the kiss.. the big french kiss i wonder if stoleing the christmas is still a valid idea.. i think it is not, to much red or green make the whole world.. well.. spin and be thankfull for some-thing/time/where near the chimney.. so i suppose my whole idea of this kind of season strings is not red or green, is not crowdy or tight and definetely it is not in so many words.. it is in your arms.. with a flute made of lips and fingers.. under the siege of a closeing space and for all the remaining time.. is not about

cred ca noaptea nu este pentru timp este o panza alba intr-o cromatica stramba si mai cred ca sarutul nu este al noptii si nici al intinderilor cu stele.. sau poate ca nici al diminetii, insa asta ar fi esential gresit in orice univers.. si macar unul dintre imposibile lumi trebuie sa trezeasca dimineti.. macar pentru o dimineata.. intreaga. nu cred nici in eternitatea clipei si nici in clipa eternitatii.. sunt o panza pe o respiratie a unui anotimp rar si ma rog uneori cand tu esti departe sa aud pasii tai si sa simt cand aud. nu stiu.. sa aduc aripilor intamplarea cantecului cu nectar de flori in trei masuri de vin vechi si de marginile lumii nu stiu.. imbratisarea este singura muza, singurul loc, singurul timp ce cauta o amintire maine.. inutilitatea umbrei, da, este singura poveste pe care o pot spune tie.. o pot pune in ingredientele, cateva, ale visului unei intamplari.. tu sa adun toate cuvintele... as putea.. bratele.. sarutul.. ai putea.. fara umbra..

i said nothing can take away these blues `cause nothing compares nothing compares to you “Não sou nada. Nunca serei nada. Não posso querer ser nada. À parte isso, tenho em mim todos os sonhos do mundo.” “Without madness what is man But a wholesome beast, Postponed corpse that begets?”

toate lucrurile au un sfarsit, chiar si cele care nu au inceput niciodata ...but time catches up with everyone http://www.script-o-rama.com/movie_scripts/q/quick-and-the-dead-script.html

the secret of Schrödinger's cat is a very simple catch.. if you have 4-5 years old and obviously know the very course of the magic, fairies, pirates and motor cars as the/a standard and/or a joke the dude (Schrödinger) is the hat, he is not the cat, he is in the hat with all the rabits (we might want to point here to phi 1.618 and the other (Fibonaci) dude's sequence of... that is right.. rabits) to make a point here.. then who will do the magic.. !? no other than the dude from the hat.. the magic dude.. pull out a rabit mister mistery, might and magic dude.. use the magic wand, the rod made of wood, stone, ivory or metals like gold or silver.. use our dreams.. alice's friends... dinah the cat, the mad hatter, the queen of hearts.. the white rabbit or the cheshire cat.. pull you out from the hat.. pull out the hat.. we will gain the truth inside us, over the rules and laws, or we will live and die by the clock .. notime, what so ever, might be the secret

my mind is broken.. pot doar sa rup din fiecare vis bucati my heart is broken pot doar sa rup din fiecare vis bucati my soul is broken pot doar sa rup din fiecare vis bucati ... odata adunam din vise toate stelele unui univers albastru ... azi doar caut steaua in care am gasit universului.. odata.. intamplare

maine va ploua.. si avem nevoie de umbrela si poate ca nu voi fugi de ploaie si poate ca nu vei fugi de ploaie si poate ca norii asteptarii vor risipi cand imi vei aminti cu sarut o idee a mea o idee uitata, pe care insa ai pastrat.o langa inima ta mult timp si mie.. mie.. imi va parea a ta si poata ca ploaia va atinge umerii tai si iti va uda parul si va mangaia uitarea mea cat va ploua tare voi tine umbrela stransa, ca inima mea.. nu am de schimb.. cand se va domoli o voi deschide si voi asculta stropii cu ritmul curat si voi invata o strofa din pasii lor limpezi si apasati si ii voi ruga sa te prinda cu vantul si sa iti atinga fata si sa te sarute vinovat un gand pentru tine!

there are no answers only choices.. back in the joint of memory now.. rheya a distant colossal time.. towards colour in you a near deep mechanical weel.. away colour of me am i alive or dead.. / witch part.. / which is none the less an error.. / part 2.. / part 1, of course.. / now what if .. what if there were only answers, no choices and no memory over time, spaceing all of us in frames by shades of dorian gray what if there were no life what so ever, no death and.. that means.. no answers.. / but again what if there were no heart(s) but clocks, indestructible sand of no time, gold of(and) evergreen space over mighty go(l)d of raindrops fom stars guts or star gates.. and there were no hunger games, with us, what then.. / why do we ever even try to understand.. / for answers / for knowledge / instinctively or suicidally / for just fun / accidentally or by profession as hunters and incidentally as baits .. /  for a lighthouse between the raindrops .. // i don

we are to be closed soon.. ! for (re)construction.. mostly.. of heart and soul due to an earthquake.. of silence and sadness

life it is like a poker game just do not play for the royal flush even when you have American Airlines.. i have an ace-queen, time is our enemy but our only friend.. till the earthquake of all the worlds/words will end us!!

holographic principle and m-theory.. comentarii peste genericul de inceput.. defazaj cumva nejustificat dar evident ce se poate intampla chiar de la inceputul a ceva, poate replici ramase, costume si decor din spectacolul altei zile sau care va urma..? old sport.. great gatsby replica!! permanenta comparatie cu decorul si personajele virtuale.. a scriitorului (vis sau realitate) am i dreaming!? o realitate virtuala gen existenz dusa la rafinamentul maxim.. poti pasi oricand afara din poveste dar parca nu.. nu.. si nu.. mise-en-scene! gongul de la mizeul noptii, galben, mecanic, pe patru roti sau cu doua limbi construieste visul, culorile si noaptea, the rain with chances of meatballs.. sorry... with morning in paris.. o menajerie demna de un far outer space in the very fabric of the holographic machine that creates the universe we experience with our lives.. a ridiculous story, perhaps.. monstrouse by definition.. an outrageous decomposition of space, time, music and dialogs/mo

brain is just a glimpse of time, a ghost of space, a presence in frames over frames heart is an ant in a convex piece and a grain, concave seed of infinite in the very small eye is a holographic interface, master host ultimate haste v2, with long, thin eyelids, pair of two arm is just a piece of junk without your embrace caelia.. counted in pair soul.. soul is a hardworking slave for all the above, that make the creature whole in some of the worlds, lost desert with the fairies and witches of the very large and it is my precious.. wisper.. gollum.. one ring to rule them all..

http://dlmarius.blogspot.ro/2008/06/o-fric-ingenu-ca-i-cum-adpostul-meu-n.html and if you want, then start to laugh.. if you must, then start to cry.. be yourself, don't hide.. Just believe in destiny..

on the thin sheet of reality i lost you being lost over a desert of sad thoughts.. on the thick canvas of the blossom mornings i failed in finding you.. efect(!) of the nights when shadows started to fall loud and rised into silence as late lights.. lights of the city.. faded.. as we forgot to love and closed eyes to dreams.. cause(!) of the uncertain past.. a thousand years old, not a thousand years wiser.. nor wilder.. a thousand heads hydra or a thousand souls and hearts over a cold sun.. in march.. we will meet beyond heavens and heavens into another star.. that might be the hypothesis and not the cause of things and nonthings in the most remote universe imaginable in clusters of 'noves dust and bytes of inteligence and stainless steel design.. as childs of quanta and basic grainy heart.. meet me in one(1).. a string theory over a pan's flute of your lips..

Many languages have a specific word for this number: in Ancient Greek it is μύριοι (related to the word myriad in English ), in Aramaic ܪܒܘܬܐ , in Hebrew רבבה ( revava ), in Chinese 萬/万 (Mandarin wàn, Cantonese maan6), in Japanese 万/萬 [man], in Korean 만/萬 [man], and in Thai หมื่น [meun]. via http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/10000_%28number%29 Roman notation deciens mille decies milia  X = 10,000. via http://www.legionxxiv.org/numerals/

thoughts.. thoughts.. space.. lot of space in my idea of an working place under the sun.. time.. time.. memories of a lost and fading sun, above the idea of an working dice under a cloud.. blue amelie you are my soul, i still find drawings rainbowed in wings of an eagle and a star.. you know i know your heart, it bites my mind loading every morning with all the dreams in an overpriced market i lost a second and the sands of time throw me a quarter of a dime.. the fountain or oblivion light the promise of the uncharted water of youth in a place in witch time is space.. you mine

i miss you so damn much tell me why is so i am mindless, i am heartless, i am ghostly, body and soul.. my hearth is a joke, a pocket watch stopped in a broken spring, hidding inside the shadow of memory and for that reason alone a strange mechanism of an ancient era.. a stitch in dye my mind is a hole with horizont event in a lost word of an postapocaliptic language of hunger and thirst.. a war horse one guinea, two.. seven.. greedy sod!.. eight!... eleven giuneas sir! from as good a man as any in this town! so tell me why.. so tell me why.. i miss you so damn much random hearts, tell me why is so

a red rose my mind conceived cet soire.. a red rose!! my thoughts, lost in your heart, decided to folow the light.. sun.. all the crisp ideas.. i forgot to bring mind in front of almighty time.. i forgot to bring heart in front of unforgiven space.. i forgot my love.. i forgot! you forgot me.. or i just lost the language of your morning and i'm lost in notime/nospace/nousinsilence.. i forgot!! je vous m'avez tellement manqué ce soir où dans le monde.. où.. tu as pris mon cœur undeva in postistorie sunt doar doua bucati de vis, restul este intamplare si desert.. crezi ca poti alege jumatatea mea de infinit din milionul de asezari ale intamplarii? crezi ca pot intelege jumatatea ta de infinit din milionul de asezari ale intamplarii? a red rose.. the idea of silent sadness/stillness/broken rainbow of cloud god.. gardening in autumn..

"A drop of water shall be returned with a burst of spring." vs. "Choice is an illusion, created between those with power, and those without." what it is in the heart of a dying star.. an arm of an angel, a fallen one or an unfallen one.. an angel rim. no one should know, anyone should wonder.. the difference between a virgin 19'hd and a whore 20'hd13th the great gatsby.. the rich people have more time than heart.. words!? just count/account for personal,  small miracles granted with the tea pot.. as damask roses sweet. sandcastle.. in the sky will show us nothing more than we already know.. oblivion is our destiny.. tidal wave by forces of us and the goal of an expanding/exploding universe on a darwinian approach of.. finding a star.. for you. a cardcastle.. of the one thru magician of all.. heart.. not so well reasoning with the idea of you not being there/here in all four rooms of it, housing maybe, priceing the time perhaps.. for the space i am i

we control the horizontal.. we control the vertical.. the matrix.. is reloading.. disturbing thought, disturbing fact.. unknown paths.. unhealthy resources along came a spider.. fear! a confederacy of dunces.. debunking historical myths.. adjusting, synchronize, allgrading.. refreshing the entire life/script of earths.. the whole scene.. including the moons maybe forgetting or forbidding a place in a clock house.. and a muse.. and an already used pawn/sun/white dwarf/binary stars and novae/fast revolving star over a fastening rate of rotation decay/a quasar/almost physical thoughts..    postponing the files as deaths,                  the deaths as lines,                  the lines as the event horizont.. x crossing for the architect past project, us.. who bugged the clear type irises with ghosts of our loves we came in peace.. ! you sir, arhitectus archdailyus august, droped your pencil.. ! you just need to drop us a tool to undo the adjustement bureau.. of

so is it the cat dead or alive? well.. let's take a peek! it is my soul,   it is my heart,   it is my half time, part space idea of a god?   could be the fur,   should be the godess of nocats,   might be the sun.. black, mighty, trap of light in no hunting area, but in the open season of us! ..who's at the box again!?   holow graphic multi verse!?   rubi?   cornu copiae, pandora itself?   hunting and trapping season for ghosts?   harvests of chances on a fifty-infinitely lives of pi? ..who's in the far east thru north west again?   shallow waters,   sliding doors,   colours of pray in the hunger games? ..then again what's with the box?   i just see it like..   what is... in the hat?  (now you see me??)   the question/answers construction should be - the schrödinger dude is on the scene doing the prestige or in the audience like all others!? so is it the schrödinger's act dead or alive?   i think it sould be

so love is just that..  a dream..     a demon..        a thought..           a lost minute of the book of treasured ideas.. prisoners we might be.. guardians as well.. an early sample of the far midle ghostly earth..      on witch second ideas spring before the sun..           on each morning.. prototype.. for gods hour of rust.. ..prototyping serves to provide specifications for a real, working system rather than a theoretical one..

what is the difference or sameness between   forging iron and dying suns   war and gold in hundreds and thousands of riverbeds   civilization and raw nature what is the difference or sameness between art and science over mankind and gods   where are you..   you and me..

i should make you an offer, but i don't know how, i don't know when, i don't know where.. i just miss you.. i'm trapped.. in my own heart i have my mind, in my own mind i might have your heart. i just hope your mind is beautifull cause my heart lost the kiss.. i just miss you..

so half angels make some sort of an angel?  no! then part demons..?  no! then i should spare a part looking for a piece of your dream that grab my heart,  hole! i don't know! what am i god to know!?.. i'm tired! hold me! i spend a kiss,  sell me yours.

Now You See Me vs The Incredible Burt Wonderstone (2013 vs 2013 obviously that's a tie-break.. tennis score solutions, right?)  HDCAM x264 2Audio vs DVDScr XviD  HDTV vs BDRip XViD Dual audio  BDRip 1080p DTS vs R6 HDRip (and right, popcorn and chips, winners by definition.. and hard coded fun). my choice it's a simple one, but that's just me, i belive in fairies.. and ghosts.. and you.. magic in my heart.

hey i miss you.. i simply miss you.. is that bad.. ? my heart is bad.. !  i stole the moon  i give my eye to a second  the nose i give it for two dimes, and an ear for nothing  the time falls to the light of an ending star  the mind ends on an everlasting thought  i forgot the way of the sun, in the path of the salt i lost a treasure, black, gold bite into the sad instance of the sand ghosts.. am gasit selena ascunsa in fiecare bataie in ac am respirat intamplare, tacerea era o masa intinsa, lasata in graba intinderea 2d under construction time me am uitat pasii grabiti ai zilei, pasii ascunsi ai marii, pasii invinsi ai nisipului tau edee..

i need a cup of tea and a kiss on the forehead.. give me a dream! mi.a trecut cu lapte.. pe frunte. ai trimis sarutul? sa nu fi pus zahar pea mult, de trestie si de bazalt! iti trimit visul, m.a acoperit patura, dar parca tot as mai saruta un pic.. stranuta!! stranuta!! imi lipsesti in noapte.. alba.. si poate l.ai trimis..  si poate l.ai trimis..

P r i c e l e s s B ea u t y.. you killed the beast.. you break my kiss, you break my kiss.. i found a piece..  on the eyelid.

i'm lost without you.. you should know.. do you/caelia ..what material were your flute head made of?

if we are numbers what is our limit.. our minds? our love is prime, our time a fractal.. what is the mindless fact of today, then? i miss you.. amazing tweek of light squared i'll miss you tomorow beyond that is just night .. why don't you stay over

i need something more than hope, need something more than your thoughts.. i kinda need your light, your lips, you.. your ghosts and your morning star i feel with time..

i need a piece of your heart, one of your mind and one other piece.. shadowed by your eyelid.. your lips.. your soul.. my heart.. i felt the beat of morning..  under the ghost full sun..  under the moon ghost count of tides..  under a bridge too far..

we dream in the past my love, all our dreams are there in indexes and charts, mostly brain-powered by hunger or pure chance, tomorow it`s never here, i`m afraid.. nor ever be.. it`s like a neverending fall from the idea of life.. mi-ai lipsit azi! i`m sorry for sharing that, it might be awkward to say it is so.. but holding the thought it`s beyond my power.. caught in a daily routine of slightly mistakes, balancing the definition of ideas and soul.. revising those above it`s simply enough..  i just missed you, very much.. today..  and the day before it..  tomorow it`s never here i`m afraid how was your day, under my sun.. ?

so.. do you love me?.. not today.. no! it sould be no trick, life has no prestige.. but we'are really looking or want to be fooled? nothing is impossible afterall..

i`m lost in your time.. din clipa atinsa genelor tale imi aduc eternitatea.. si daca sunt orb si daca toate drumurile ratacesc.. fara pasii tai sunt ratacitor, nu pot gasi uitarea.. viselor tale.. stingher.. i`m lost in time.. a traveler case.. my heart is a traveler knocking.. knock, knock, i`m there.. are you?

sunt doar o amintire a diminetii tale.. o dimineata rupta din visul serii.. o idee.. un pas al intamplarii pe intinderile de stele, pana la capatul galaxiei, indoit cu ochiul quasar.. un ametist in lut.. sunt.. doar un bizar anotimp, o vreme atipica pe io.. a titan under saturn`s shadow i am, shadowing you my green star.. sunt o stare, a snap.. sunt doar o amintire a diminetii tale.. and you are?

if i light another sun you will count/cast another shadow or you will keep on shining in the spare sun?

m.am trezit cu un premiu in inbox. il ofer (se pare ca e transmisibil) pentru ca mai trec cand si cand pe la voi. detalii pe aici: http://dlmarius.blogspot.ro/2013/03/im-very-old-and-very-wrong.html --- 1.Cum iti golesti cosul de gunoi interior? Mecanica este relativ simpla! Intr.un cos mai mare! Selectiv! 2.Cum iti manifesti bucuria? Desi poate parea surprinzator si nepotrivit pe undeva, nu imi manifest decat in rare ozazii bucuria si asta doar cei care ma cunosc foarte bine observa. 3.Cum traiesti un esec? Nu cunosc acest cuvant, consider ca orice esec este una dintre variantele de lucru, nu dintr.un optimism manifest ci simplu dintr.o dorinta de idee, deschidere si cunoastere. 4.Ce-ti vine sa faci cand nu mai poti? Altceva si imediat! Asta nu inseamna ca duc la cosul de gunoi interior sau nu starea de fapt care a generat caderea de moment ci poate doar persistenta sentimentelor care testeaza toleranta mea la ceva.ul devenit povara, insa daca se intampla asta o fac me