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old man, white season..

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 ...

inutilitatea umbrei..

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..

morning dew..

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?”

.. think quest

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 ...

i need you so badly..

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