La courbe de tes yeux Paul Eluard

La courbe de tes yeux fait le tour de mon coeur,
Un rond de danse et de douceur,
Auréole du temps, berceau nocturne et sûr,
Et si je ne sais plus tout ce que j'ai vécu
C'est que tes yeux ne m'ont pas toujours vu.

Feuilles de jour et mousse de rosée,
Roseaux du vent, sourires parfumés,
Ailes couvrant le monde de lumière,
Bateaux chargés du ciel et de la mer,
Chasseurs des bruits et sources des couleurs,

Parfums éclos d'une couvée d'aurores
Qui gît toujours sur la paille des astres,
Comme le jour dépend de l'innocence
Le monde entier dépend de tes yeux purs
Et tout mon sang coule dans leurs regards.

Ploua

Ploua, ploua, ploua si-mi vine sa sterg tot ce am scris pana acum. Daca pagina asta de blog s-ar face hartie as face din ea o mingie de fotbal pentru papusi. Ploua, ploua, ploua si imi place. Imi place mirosul de verde crud al primaverii. Imi place, si nu-mi mai place nimic altceva. Totul e in zadar.

J'aime ton âme

"J'aime ton âme qui m'attend toujours autour de ton suris. J'aime ton âme qui rit avec le mien. Il n'existe pas "pouquoi tu l'aime?". C'est une chose naturelle. Je ne pense jamais a toi. Je ne t'aime pas. "

Aurelie a ecrit ca dans son journal, le 23 decembre 2009. Vous allez penser: "Mais ce n'est pas encore decembre!" Pas du probleme. Aurelie ne sais pas qu'elle a ecrit ca. Apres lire un fois en voix base le petit fragment, notre aime eroine vais alle......alle ..... mais comme est-ce que vous attend que je sais qu'elle vais faire? On vais demander. Mais on doit attendre just ce que decembre.

02 may 2009

Aujourd'hui j'ai decide. Je vais ecrire chaque jour dans mon journal. Il n'importe pas ce que je vais ecrire.Il n'importe pas s'il s'agite de l'ecole ou de mes amis. Je vais ecrire tout. Tout ce qu'il passe.

Eu, numai si numai eu

Vrei sa fi al meu? Cata inutilitate se afla in gandurile astea, in remuscarile mele si in frica. Cat de inutile sunt toate, cat de mult le vreau. Sa nu-mi pese de mine, de tine, de maine. Scurt si cuprinzator. Sau poate nu cuprind nimic gandurile astea. Poate nu te cuprind nici pe tine, nu ma cuprind nici pe mine, nu cuprind pe nimeni pentru ca nu am brate. Gandurile mele nu mai au brate. Au bratele amputate. Eu le-am taiat cu mana mea, mana aia pe care am pierdut-o ieri. Mana nimanui. Mana mea in parul tau. Mana aia care a stat pe volan asteptand ca tu sa cobori din masina. Gandurile alea care se intrebau de ce nu cobori mai repede. Afurisite ganduri.

Ma intreb daca ai intelege.

Eu, Tu, Poate noi.

Cand mi-am lipit buzele de pielea ta moale am crezut ca o sa-mi pierd mintile. Dar nu mi le-am pierdut. Chiar daca le-as fi pierdut sunt aproape sigura ca mi le-ai fi dat inapoi cu vreo fraza rece, obosita, impinsa cu forta printre dintii tai.

Ale tale, ale tale sunt toate, numai eu nu sunt a ta, si tu nu esti al meu.

"Call you me fair? that fair again unsay.
Demetrius loves your fair: O happy fair!
Your eyes are lode-stars; and your tongue's sweet air
More tuneable than lark to shepherd's ear,
When wheat is green, when hawthorn buds appear.
Sickness is catching: O, were favour so,
Yours would I catch, fair Hermia, ere I go;
My ear should catch your voice, my eye your eye,
My tongue should catch your tongue's sweet melody.
Were the world mine, Demetrius being bated,
The rest I'd give to be to you translated.
O, teach me how you look, and with what art
You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart."

Si la urma urmei nici macar nu te iubesc. Dar cat as vrea sa ma iubesti.

Isterie de primavara

Te intreb ce faci daca intr-o zi te trezesti de dimineata si-ti dai seama ca ai gresit?! Ca ai ratat tot. Ce faci atunci? Te dai cu capul de pereti?! Ce faci?! Ce faci?! Ce faci?! Nimic. Nimic. Nimic. Nu trebuie sa faci nimic. Si totusi ce faci?!Ce fac?! Ce fac?! Ce fac?! Ce fac daca ma trezesc intr-o dimineata si imi dau seama ca am gresit?! Dar daca nu am gresit?! Atunci ce fac?!

Notes

Note to myself: I will change the world! I will rule the world! I will be the world! I will live in this world and beyond this world! I will!

PS: I love you like the spring flowers love those tiny water drops on them, in the morning.

Autumn

I always know when autumn comes by the bitter-sweet smell of black grapes, hanging, full of themselves, waiting to invade a mouth eager to taste them. I always know when autumn comes by the hot splinters of cold that I feel in my fingers, and the rustle of red-green-yellow leaves. It sounds like snow and smells like cold, it sounds like plastic bags and smells like apples.

Bed Time Story

I woke up, gazed at the ceiling, just wondering weather to stay in bed a little more or not. Then I woke up. I slowly moved to the door, one feet after another. That's when I felt fingers moving along the inside of my skin. That was the first time I realized something was ... different.

It is not easy to watch the ones around you and be them every second of you life. Some would say that's like wasting your life but since my life means eternity and I also invented the ones who stand this, there is no reason to believe them.

Can you see that wardrobe in your room? I bet that you are long past monster stories...but what if I told you that I invented a monster that is hiding inside. Now you are just going to check, telling yourself I made it all up. You are opening the door, trying to act as natural as possible. Do you want to trick the monster? Such a thing is not possible. Because you are the monster now.