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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 do...

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..