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Heart of glass
Posted by schtiel in aberatii, fun, Indecent proposal on iunie 15, 2011
Fragil
o inima de sticla
si lacrimi de cristal
efemer
Totul dispare
in cioburi
iubire
viata
etern
Manuiti cu atentie !
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Si da , continuam cu propunerea indecenta !
Fragile
a heart of glass
and crystal tears
ephemeral
Everything disappears
in pieces
love
life
eternal
Speed
Posted by schtiel in aberatii, Indecent proposal on iunie 15, 2011
Undeva , intre doua peroane . Viata pe fuga , privita prin geam .
Undeva , linia orizontului , clara . Dar prea departe , prea ireala . Si trecem , nepasatori … privind pe geam frunzele moarte si ploaie , viscol prelung in vartej de alb murdar . Si muguri plesnind in culoare si fructe zemoase in mireasma de vara .
Un alt peron , intr-o alta gara , calatori indiferenti si grabiti . Maine ne asteapta , ieri nu mai conteaza iar astazi il vrem trecut . Ne grabim spre nicaieri , idealuri pentru fiecare si doar privim pe geam frunze , viscol , muguri , fructe …
Din goana nebuna a vietii , o privire catre voi :
Sophie , Alex , Amuleta , Ana U , Androxa , Inceputuri , Gabi , Caius , Costin , Cristi , Lillee , Daniel , Deea , Irina , Matt , Camelia , Greiere , George , Ilarie , Ioan U , Ana , AliceG , Principessa , Toscana , PavelIonut , Rokssana , Sebastyan , Hanny-Bunny , Vania , Savitsky , Zazuza , Ora25
Si da , continuam cu propunerea indecenta ! 😀
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LE :
Somewhere between two passenger platforms. Life on the run, seen through glass.
Somewhere , the horizon line, clear. But too far, too unreal. And we passes, careless … dead leaves on the window and rain, prolonged swirling blizzard in dirty white. And buds bursting in color and juicy fruit scent of summer.
Another platform, in another station, indifferent and hurried travelers. Tomorrow waiting us , yesterday no matter and today we want to be the past. We hurry to anywhere, just look at the ideals of each and leaves in the window, blizzard, buds, fruit …
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