tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33388919825245752852024-03-13T12:24:19.325+02:00DalyanaAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15667764973184652475noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338891982524575285.post-85182927997906727512017-05-11T20:59:00.000+03:002017-05-11T20:59:50.922+03:00Florile tacerii<a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W5VMurvDhp4/WRSkirfRl2I/AAAAAAAABCA/VAjZzMVCBVor00paPa6Bd2gu7cTjc3EJQCLcB/s1600/DSCN4623786.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="203" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W5VMurvDhp4/WRSkirfRl2I/AAAAAAAABCA/VAjZzMVCBVor00paPa6Bd2gu7cTjc3EJQCLcB/s320/DSCN4623786.JPG" width="320" /></a> Cand noaptea se transforma-n zi<br /> Iar ziua pare tot mai neagra<br /> Si nu mai stiu ce-i zori de zi<br /> Nici ce-i apus in prag de seara…<br />
<br /> Luna cu raze ma-ncalzeste<br /> Iar soarele rasare in apus<br /> Cu a lui tristete prind de veste<br /> Ca stralucirea sa, demult s-a dus …<br />
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Culeg o stea, adun si flori<br /> Iar ceasul doisprezece mi-e totuna<br /> O adiere rece-mi da fiori<br /> Prevestind iarasi furtuna...<br />
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Ingeri cazuti cu aripile frante<br /> Coboara adesea din infern<br /> Eu ii ingrop, le fac morminte<br /> Si florile tacerii le astern…Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15667764973184652475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338891982524575285.post-38390536433655491372017-01-29T14:36:00.000+02:002017-01-29T14:53:41.836+02:00Departe de Soare<a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qi3b3WkjbOs/WI3fklNACLI/AAAAAAAABAA/YArwk_UKJlICNeG_xoSASLSHoYMMaWAuQCLcB/s1600/163669913.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qi3b3WkjbOs/WI3fklNACLI/AAAAAAAABAA/YArwk_UKJlICNeG_xoSASLSHoYMMaWAuQCLcB/s320/163669913.jpg" width="320" /></a> Mai lasa tu soare<br />
Razele sa-ti bata<br />
Pe sufletul ce-mi moare<br />
Caldura sa-l strabata<br />
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Atat de rece te-ai facut<br />
Nici inima nu-mi bate<br />
Tu cald si bland te-ai prefacut<br />
Dar nemilos in fapte…<br />
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Mi-e frig si este intuneric<br />
Iar lumea plange imprejur<br />
Stiau… nimic nu este vesnic<br />
Si cate mai puteam sa-ndur...<br />
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Iar florile de gheata<br />
Pe piept m-apasa greu<br />
Nu-i liniste deplina …<br />
S-auzi strigatul meu…<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15667764973184652475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338891982524575285.post-28962681009366947592017-01-27T23:13:00.000+02:002017-01-27T23:32:05.538+02:00Azi plec ...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Mi-e frig, si ploua neincetat<br />
Iar viata-mi pare cam nedreapta…<br />
Cu un cutit mi-am segmentat<br />
Venele… la mana dreapta…<br />
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Nu doare… Si nici nu plang…<br />
Astept ca sangele sa curga<br />
Un ultim strop, privesc acum<br />
Grabit… in balta sa ajunga…<br />
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Iar moartea, parca a uitat sa vina<br />
O strig, caci timpul trece in zadar<br />
Un inger se arata in lumina…<br />
- Nu te grabi, mai stai o clipa doar<br />
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Priveste ce-ai sa lasi in urma<br />
Si spune-mi ce regrete ai<br />
Si o dorinta… numai una…<br />
- As vrea ca viata sa-mi redai…<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15667764973184652475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338891982524575285.post-4757560138741859652016-12-03T22:06:00.000+02:002016-12-03T22:08:43.011+02:00Absenta in Timp<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Desi, prezent in timpul meu,<br />
In ganduri, te-am uitat deja…<br />
Si tot observ ca nu sunt eu<br />
Iar tu esti… altcineva…<br />
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Straini, privind cum timpul trece<br />
Adanc mi-e sufletul strapuns<br />
De-o adiere tot mai rece …<br />
Privind in gol… in noi vad, un apus…<br />
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Si iarasi vad, cum timpul iute trece<br />
Si cu-n oftat imi trece-un gand<br />
Caci or sa treaca anii zece…<br />
Iar eu… n-am contenit visand…<br />
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In timp si-n spatiu ma tot pierd<br />
O cale fara de scapare…<br />
Cand peste ani, am sa-nteleg<br />
Voi fi, eu… una… oarecare…<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15667764973184652475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338891982524575285.post-49227144518641635222016-09-26T09:43:00.000+03:002016-10-25T17:13:08.833+03:00Spune-i tu...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Spune-i tu luna<br />
Soapte de noapte buna<br />
Si fa-i ca somnul<br />
Sa-i mai stinga dorul<br />
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Spune-i tu soare<br />
Si pasari calatoare<br />
Sa priveasca-n zare<br />
Cand inima-i tresare<br />
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Spune-i tu vant<br />
Ca il port in gand<br />
Si-a ta adiere<br />
Sa-i dea mangaiere<br />
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Spune-i tu piatra<br />
Ca nu sunt uitata<br />
Si sunt fericita<br />
Stiu c-am fost iubita…Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15667764973184652475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338891982524575285.post-6205111895040987352016-06-30T15:27:00.000+03:002016-06-30T21:07:24.965+03:00Norocul meu<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Pe drum mergand, eu am gasit</div>
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Un ban ce poarta mult noroc</div>
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L-am strans in palma si-am gandit</div>
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Cate dorinte la un loc …</div>
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Si tot visam cum o sa fie</div>
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Si cate lucruri o sa am</div>
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Iar gandul se opri la tine</div>
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Sunt norocoasa ca te am …</div>
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Iar banul, ce folos mi-aduce…</div>
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Il las, ca tu sa il gasesti in loc</div>
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Am sa il pun la o rascruce</div>
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Si poate-ti va purta noroc</div>
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Tu razi, si-mi spui ca sunt copila</div>
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Norocul nu sta intr-un ban </div>
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Ma strangi la piept, ma tii de mana</div>
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Sunt norocos ca eu te am… </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15667764973184652475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338891982524575285.post-82111843111039466032015-12-23T19:03:00.002+02:002016-06-30T21:01:33.140+03:00Singura cu tine<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1VwDiJBmcPs/VnrTL7wWloI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/F_yr5ckbosg/s1600/Girl%2Bin%2Bswing%2BPS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1VwDiJBmcPs/VnrTL7wWloI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/F_yr5ckbosg/s320/Girl%2Bin%2Bswing%2BPS.jpg" width="284" /></a>-Iubire, ce-i cu tine,<br />
Dece stai singura si plangi?<br />
Ca sunt aici, chiar langa tine<br />
N-ai vrea tristetea tu sa o alungi?<br />
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-Nu vreau, si-mi este bine<br />
Caci singura am fost oricand<br />
In gand cu mine, in vis cu tine<br />
Noi impreuna, nu ne vedeam nicicand<br />
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-Hai, tu spune ce-ai pe suflet<br />
Cand inima eu ti-o ating usor<br />
Pe buze sa-ti aduc un zambet<br />
Si-apoi sa simti cat mi-a fost dor...<br />
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-De lipsa ta eu am nevoie<br />
Sa ma prefac ca te-am uitat<br />
Iar zilele sa treaca-n voie<br />
In singuratate vreau sa ma impac...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15667764973184652475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338891982524575285.post-25748911097432977372015-09-15T20:53:00.000+03:002016-06-30T21:01:57.813+03:00Cand am sa plec<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Cand am sa plec…<br />
As vrea, sa nu ne mai certam<br />
Ca si asa, tot timpul ne-am certat<br />
As vrea usor noi sa ne sarutam,<br />
Sa profitam, de timpul ce ne este dat…<br />
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Cand am sa plec…<br />
Sa nu plangi dupa mine<br />
Ci tu, cu gandul sa te-mpaci<br />
Ca nu mai ai cui sa-i mai spui “iubire”<br />
Si dorul cu cine sa-l descarci…<br />
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Cand am sa plec…<br />
Sa nu te uiti in urma<br />
Caci eu privirea, n-am sa mi-o intorc<br />
Am sa ma duc, pierduta ca o umbra<br />
Luand iubirea ce inca ti-o port<br />
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Cand am sa plec…<br />
As vrea ca tu, sa nu uiti de mine<br />
Si intr-un colt de inima sa ma pastrezi<br />
Eu imi voi aminti mereu de tine,<br />
Sperand ca ti-ai dori sa ma revezi…Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15667764973184652475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338891982524575285.post-88482103419557131392015-09-15T13:31:00.001+03:002016-06-30T21:02:56.856+03:00De vorba cu Moartea<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
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Te-ai oprit, te-ai uitat, ai plecat</div>
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Si m-ai lasat sa duc o viata de caine…</div>
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Si chiar Dumnezeu m-am lepadat.</div>
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Si am ajuns sa ma rog catre tine…
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Dar cum te stiu, de timp tu tot tragi</div>
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Si te-ai dus la o alta casa</div>
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Unde-mi sunt oamenii dragi…</div>
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In loc sa-mi alini suferinta,
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Tu parca-n ciuda imi faci…</div>
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Te rog, te implor, treci pe la mine…</div>
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O data pe plac tu sa-mi faci</div>
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Perfida cum esti; Te stiu mult prea bine…
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Ai vrea sa vii, cand m-astept mai putin…</div>
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Intr-o zi de vara cu soare</div>
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Eu stand in bratele sotului si-alaturi un fiu …</div>
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O sa ma intrebi daca mi-e bine
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Eu o sa <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>intreb “Tu
cine esti?”</div>
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“Sunt Moartea, acum vii cu mine,</div>
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In viata ta, nu-i loc de povesti”</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15667764973184652475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338891982524575285.post-88367710530254721022015-08-20T00:05:00.001+03:002016-10-25T17:06:54.954+03:005 ways to die<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lBZflf-baow/WA9mAerht3I/AAAAAAAAA9g/Vk3MWhN_4R8gkrI-2XyUiWmYfvQiBpRbwCLcB/s1600/20150116_190139.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="244" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lBZflf-baow/WA9mAerht3I/AAAAAAAAA9g/Vk3MWhN_4R8gkrI-2XyUiWmYfvQiBpRbwCLcB/s400/20150116_190139.jpg" width="400" /></a>Passing through the hard days without finding a solution to any of my
problems, <span class="sac">Satan itself came and tempted me, offering me a </span>walk
<span class="sac">through</span> the valley of sadness and loneliness… I accepted
it, and <span class="sac">suddenly</span> two black doors have opened, showing a
long and <span class="sac">mysterious</span> path…<br />
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I made a few steps in and then ….<br />
“Help, help me!” I heard not far from here</div>
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Someone may be in danger, I thought I could <span class="sac">help</span>. My feet led me <span class="sac">the</span> spot I heard
the screams. Seems like a little creature, it’s in a <span class="sac">bush</span>
and <span class="sac">can't</span> get out.<br />
Fearless, I went closer. There was a cat… a black cat.<br />
“Please, beautiful girl, grab something sharp and cut <span class="sac">these
bushes</span>, <span class="sac">I'm</span> <span class="sac">trapped</span> in
here” said the cat<br />
It made no sense to me, a talking cat?</div>
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“Hurry, there’s no time!”<br />
Yes, it was right, there was no time to thinking how strange the situation may
be , so I looked around and I saw a <span class="sac">knife. </span>Seems <span class="sac">useful</span> here. Then I <span class="sac">cut</span> the bushes and
set free this poor helpless creature.<br />
“Thank you, beautiful girl, keep the knife, maybe you will find it <span class="sac">useful</span> in your way” <span class="sac"></span></div>
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Yes, maybe it was <span class="sac">right</span>, the knife
could be useful if used on me to end all my problems. I moved on.</div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then I saw a shady
beautiful tree, where I could sit and take a rest to think seriously about
using the knife…<br />
“Hello ss<span class="sac">sister</span>” I heard a voice <span class="sac">coming</span>
from above<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>and moving around my head<br />
“A snake rope?” I may be <span class="sac">hallucinating…</span></div>
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“I have nothing more to offer you than… hanging your <span class="sac">thoughts</span>… I may be <span class="sac">ussseful</span> to you”
said the rope<br />
“Your intentions are almost <span class="sac">strangling</span> me!” and without <span class="sac">waiting</span> another second, I grabbed the knife and <span class="sac">cut</span> the rope.<br />
The rope fell <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>and the knife <span class="sac">disappeared</span>. I guess I had to use it once when it belonged to
me. So I took the rope.</div>
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I had a few moments filled with regret that I cut the
rope before it finished its intentions, but moved on …</div>
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Not far from the tree there was a fountain and I fell
thirsty</div>
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“Come closer sweety, I have plenty of water for you” said
the fountain</div>
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“I have no doubt that you are almost like a river…”</div>
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“Laugh, sweety, but I feel that you could use some fresh
water to drink. Come, bend over…”</div>
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Funny or not, indeed I felt thirsty. It was too risky to
bend over, the water was so far I couldn’t reach with my bare hands so I made a
step back. Not far from here I saw a bucket. I grabbed the bucket and I thought
it would be useful to use the rope. So I managed to take water from the
fountain and chilled my thirst.</div>
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“How selfish! You care only about your needs, without
finishing your problems at all” Said the fountain with a faint voice</div>
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The rope has disappeared, but I kept the bucket filled
with water, thinking I may feel thirsty again on my way. So I moved on…</div>
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“Water, please water”</div>
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I turned around and there was nothing else, just a
flower.</div>
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“Dear girl, you have plenty of water, can you spare a few
drops for me?”</div>
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“I do not feel thirsty now, I guess you can have it all”
So I emptied the bucket over the flower and then it disappeared.</div>
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“Oh, how can I repay for your goodness? Oh, look under my
leaf, there is a poisonous bag, you can use it in your way”</div>
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I grabbed the bag and I moved on.</div>
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So far, it has been a long way and I’m tired … Maybe this
will be my end, poisoned… I looked hopeless to the bag and then I heard …</div>
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“Why I cannot rest? Why? Damn all of you!</div>
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I was not thinking of going any step closer. There was an
angry bear. It may hurt me.</div>
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“Don’t just stay there, do something! Said the bear
screaming</div>
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“Don’t tell me<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>you
need a fresh meal…”</div>
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“No, come without fear honey, your hands may be useful to
me”</div>
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“As long as you don’t bite them…” I said, going closer</div>
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“I have these awful bugs on my fur, they won’t let me
rest, and I need rest”</div>
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“I think I may have something to help you”</div>
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“Anything! I’m running out of sleeping pills. Anything
which could help me to sleep”</div>
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So I blew the poisonous powder all over its fur</div>
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“God bless you, honey!Finally, I can sleep! Mmh, feels so
good…”</div>
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He sat on the grass and fell asleep. He forgot to tell me
that I can use the sleeping pills…</div>
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He is already snoring, it’s useless trying to wake him
up, so I decided to take the pills. I opened it but sadly it was empty.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The whole adventure exhausted me, so I sat
down next to the bear, finding comfort in its fur and slowly fell asleep…</div>
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<br /></div>
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Unfortunately there are more than 5 ways to die… When you
help someone in need (the cat), it may be returned. Take your own decisions
(the rope)and don’t let others rule your life. Do not be greedy (the
fountain)and thank God for what you have. Share (the flower),even if it looks
little to you, for others it can be a lot. By being brave, (the bear) you
realize your problems are not problems at all.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15667764973184652475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338891982524575285.post-39492694574648076322014-07-28T19:19:00.000+03:002015-09-15T21:00:06.099+03:00Till death do us part<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOo7rY3DYkM/VdnhEyXBGHI/AAAAAAAAARA/M-EsUprjlik/s1600/death.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOo7rY3DYkM/VdnhEyXBGHI/AAAAAAAAARA/M-EsUprjlik/s320/death.jpg" width="310" /></a> As I embrace your grave, I beg you to wake up…Let’s say good bye properly as
we used to do, by caressing my face gentle and kissing each other… <br />
I didn’t grieve you enough, I just wanted to forget you, to move on, but
somehow you still found a way to enter in my mind, in my thoughts … I let you
in for a while as I lay on your grave, fall through your world, I allow you to
play inside my head… all these memories I have forgotten, you brought them
here.<br />
“Beautiful as always” You said to me.<br />
“May bring bad luck to see the bride before wedding” I said smiling.<br />
You drag me down deeply in my thoughts, leaving myself into the spheres of
emotions…My body begins to feel cold, my lips are frozen and every thought in
my mind, except all the memories with you become alive and real. Going down
into your coffin, I stretch my hands and I grab you, I feel you, I see you …<br />
“I may have good luck, if I steal a kiss from you” You said hugging me.<br />
I hugged you back. We were so perfect together…<br />
“Meet me on the top of the waterfall in ten minutes” You said whispering.<br />
“I’ll be there”<br />
I waited for you impatiently but you came slowly…<br />
“Is not like I would break my promises, but I’m thinking that I cannot pass
through this wedding” You said.<br />
“I understand, we can choose for another time”<br />
“No, you don’t understand, you never did!” You said screaming<br />
“At least I’m trying… I can wait until you are feeling ready” <br />
“Please, fall with me, like this we will be together forever” You said
dragging me.<br />
“Stop it! You are hurting me! This isn’t the right way! I said crying.<br />
You had no ears for my fainting voice and you kept dragging to the edge of
abyss. <br />
Somehow I manage to escape from your arms, and one wrong step you took, made
your deliberate fall to happen, but alone …<br />
I fell on my knees as I stare into your falling until emptiness covered my
eyes…<br />
A deep breath awakes me from this slumber that you induce me. I breathe
faster watching my hands filled with mud. An amount of time seems to have
passed. <br />
“Where have I been?” I heard myself saying.<br />
Six feet under, and you still haven’t found your peace… You still haunt me…
You no longer exist in my life, in my present, but somehow you twist my world …<br />
Weep eternally; it’s what I choose for myself. People like me are destined to
fall and I fell… into the infinite sorrow …<br />
You gave me this burden but how long I must carry it on?<br />
I’m begging you, wake up… please, wake up …Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15667764973184652475noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338891982524575285.post-70483874243615152942014-03-31T01:29:00.000+03:002015-09-15T21:00:35.131+03:00A new life<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Its early spring, as the snow
melts, so does the memory of a frosty winter night. The 3<sup>rd</sup> of
January 1997, was the coldest night; this I knew only the next day ... <br />
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The snowstorm caused me a state of panic... It was late, so I decided to close the
door. It seemed that I heard voices... A faint voice asking to open the door...
It was my father's voice... He came home drunk again, as he was in a continuous
party. I knew what would follow if I opened the door... I sat in bed, taking my
little puppy Tommy in my arms and I pulled the blanket covering my head... With
every minute, the voice I heard became fainter… </div>
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I managed to fall asleep, but not
for long. Late in the night I suddenly woke up and I could hear the wind
beating very hard. I somehow felt a small guilt for what I had done... I
quickly came into my senses and I told my father that he can return to the
party or to go sleep at a friend ... I managed to fall asleep again.</div>
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During that night I had a weird dream.
I was in the courtyard, making a snowman and that took me more than half the
day. My hands were completely frozen but the joy and noise that I was doing around
it, along with Tommy, made me forget that. The joy was interrupted by the
appearance of my father; I felt fear... </div>
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"Why are you so happy?” said
my father.</div>
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With a sarcastic laugh he pushed the snowman and in a second
it turned into pieces of snow... </div>
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"Now, go cut some wood for the
fire. Let’s see when you’ll have time to build another” he said.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I started to cry; I was looking at what reminded me of the
snowman. I waited more than two years to create another one...</div>
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"Go now, if you don’t want to
be in his place!” he told me screaming.<br />
"I wish you were in his place!" I answered without thinking of the consequences.
</div>
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At that moment I felt a strong palm across my face. I fell
down in the snow and I stayed there crying. <br />
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Suddenly I woke up, it was already
morning. I quickly went to the window... Everything was covered in white, and
the sun made them shine. It was still snowing slightly; I dressed in a rush,
shouting of joy: </div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>"Tommy,
we are going to make a snowman!" <br />
And suddenly I remembered the dream... My father used to beat me and my mother
for reasons that only he understood. I said it had been only a dream... <br />
I opened the door and Tommy went out quickly. I made a few steps in the snow.
Tommy started digging into the snow, it didn’t seem like playing. I approached
him trying to understand what he was doing, then I saw my father’s hand… he was
frozen dead. </div>
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"Let's go inside the house,
Tommy, is too cold for you. We shall make a snowman tomorrow.” I said.<br />
I walked into the house and went to the kitchen thinking of making a cup of tea.
I still felt the last night’s cold...</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15667764973184652475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338891982524575285.post-77029962853324099072014-03-04T22:18:00.000+02:002015-09-15T21:00:40.030+03:00Teenage<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Teenage … the moment to leave our childhood behind and
become the grown up person you’re expected to be. Somehow I didn’t pass through
childhood… until today.
<br />
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span>I close the door behind me with
a smile on my face, it looks like I will remember for the last time my
childhood and now I’m ready to face the reality and walk the path to become a
responsible person. I’ll become stronger by leaving all behind … </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
For a moment I stare into the sun light and I hear the sound of a
child’s joy… It’s me … I’m ten years old and I’m playing at the abandoned house
with my best friend, Brian, my sister Leila and my cousin Vale. Laughters and
joy could be heard all around. Suddenly, it all turned to silence when the
noise of a broken glass was heard. It was him … Macko was one of those boys who
rarely smile; I heard rumors that he was adopted and that he wasn’t loved by
his parents. He stepped inside and I saw his pale face with his blue cold eyes.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I want to make you cry, Daly” He said with an evil smile.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
He made a few steps closer to me and grabbed my doll I was
carefully keeping in my arms. We all stared without making any move, without
saying a word; we were afraid, because this has happened before.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“One leg torn apart and Daly is crying” </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Our silence and that empty room made the noise of the
falling leg from my doll to break into my heart and continuously hearing into
my mind …</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I stare… I felt devastated, I only could stare, no words, no
tears… If she could do something to defend herself … If only she could do
something that we couldn’t do … </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“And finally the head” I heard it like it was miles away and
it woke me from my slumber.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I looked down at his feet and I saw my doll, piece by piece.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Days later my family decided to move to another town. There I made a few
friends, but what it was more important to me was that I got a new toy. A well
trained Black Widow spider.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Today we returned in the same town that
we left 6 years ago. I went outside to see the neighborhood. I was walking
around and somehow I felt that somebody is watching me. I turned around and
there he was… Macko</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Well well … If it isn’t Dalyana herself …” He said staring
at me</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I see that you got boobies, maybe one day you will show
them to me” He said laughing</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“You can see them now, come with me to the abandoned house”
I had no fear, not anymore</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
He followed me there, I stepped inside and immediately I
heard the door closing behind us.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“A lot of things changed after you left… It’s well locked
now” He said playing with the key around his finger.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Now, you can do more than show me. Don’t worry; you are not
the first one”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I made a few steps getting closer to him.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Let me get myself ready for you” I said.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I opened slowly my jacket and being closer to him, I grabbed
from my pocket the only toy I had left. I put it on his neck.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Dalyana, please, take it away from me!” He cried out like a
child</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I watched him with mercy. I leaned to take my precious back,
and made a few steps back.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“You can’t scare me with this, bitch! He said coming to me.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
He felt down on his way and suddenly looked paler than I
used to know …</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I’m not defenseless anymore”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“You will pay for this bi…” He almost suffocated with his
own puke.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Look at you now, Macko… You make me sick” </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I bent slowly and I grabbed the key.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I think I own this now”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
He can’t hurt me anymore …</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15667764973184652475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3338891982524575285.post-18509444180661361482014-02-13T19:58:00.000+02:002015-09-15T21:00:44.488+03:00Tragic love<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Consequences… Now there’s nothing more than one way ticket
to go for me, but I’m still wondering what gates will open for me… Yes, I’ve
sinned… <br />
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span>The darkness reveals the light that slowly
fades within me, yes, I’m still a fairy, but not for long… I’m laying down on
the bridge, bleeding to death, feeling like this are the last minutes of my
life, but nothing can change back what I’ve done. I close my eyes and I can see
him, yes, him, the one who drove me towards my end …</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I,
being a fairy, my task was to save hopeless souls and put them on the right
way. I can’t say that it was always easy, but I always succeed. I was almost
finished with the last lost soul and I felt that he is on the right path but I
couldn’t rest, I needed to find another soul that needed my help. I never
thought about breaking the rule that forbid me to get close to the ones that I
had to save. I‘ve been sent only to cure and to be cursed to be alone as long
as I want to remain a fairy.</div>
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November… autumn season; I was watching the
leaves falling down all around me, all the colors and shapes drove me in a long
trance that I could not wake up from in time to leave before sunset. It was
forbidden for a fairy to walk outside in this world until sunset. The cold wind
surrounded me and woke me up but it was already too late. I was surrounded by three
damned souls. We name like this those who have lost their souls forever. I was
sure this would be my end; there was no fight for them with my fragile body. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I could not let them know who I really was,
they’re on a prowl to destroy us. Not even my magic dust can save me now … I
had no time to think how to escape from there, I needed a miracle …</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The wind blew so hard
that that I thought a storm is upon us, but it wasn’t, it was him … He came
from nowhere like the wind brought him. He walked slowly, staring at me. Tall,
black hair, handsome with black clothes and a long, dark cloak that surrounded
him. I was sure that he is one of then until he started to fight. He moved
faster that everything I saw and threw lethal hits around him. I covered my
eyes with my hands until there was silence all around us. I felt his hands uncovering
my eyes. He did it so slow, so gentile. He looked into my eyes and told me: </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Someone like you shouldn’t be outside so late” </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I looked at him back into his black eyes, so deep and I saw
it … He was a lost soul.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“They won’t disturb you again”. He said.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I watched around and the damned souls were gone. Then he
bent and kissed me.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“A good night kiss”, he said smiling and he was gone immediately.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I left too and the night that came over brought new feeling
inside me. I fell asleep smiling and still felt his cold lips on my cheek.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The next day I went to the same place and he was there on
the same bench I sat. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Hello, my hero”, I said</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
He smiled back at me. I sat next to him and we talked all
the day long. When the sunset came we stood still for a moment and he kissed me
again on my cheek. I felt so good around him that I didn’t want him to leave
ever.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Days passed like this
one by one until he told me:</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“When I met you and started to talk with me, nothing made me
happy, only you. I think I said enough for tonight”, he looked sad and left.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
He fell
in love with me and he had a cold way to show it. In the next days he became
distant, I felt that his struggle to hide all his feelings that he had for me.
He was like no other … The feelings inside me grew faster and I could not focus
on my task. I wanted to stop; I had no power to fight with my thoughts and
desires to make them disappear…</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
On one night
he called me on the bridge, I went there, even though it was dangerous for me.
I felt safe around him. He was already there waiting me and he had his eyes on
the ground.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I love you” He said</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I jumped in his arms and kissed his red lips. The next thing
I remembered was that he pushed me so hard that I crushed next to his feet.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Why don’t you understand that it’s forbidden to love
someone like me!?!” He screamed</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I thought …” I said crying </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I’m half demon!” And before he finished those words he
showed me his bladed nails.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“In the daylight you are a fairy, after midnight I’m a demon, it’s impossible for us to be
together! You are doing good things, I do evil things …”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I hunt fairies! Run, save yourself!”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
He started to hit me all over my body while he kept his eyes
closed. I didn’t feel the wounds he caused to my body, my heart was crushed and
I felt numb to anything else. He betrayed me, he called me here to kill me. For
a second, he opened his eyes and saw me and what he has done to me…</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I’m sorry”. He watched me with regret and jumped over the
bridge…</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I didn’t hear any sound, whether he lived or no …</div>
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