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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 do...

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