I was trying to find something interesting to watch on youtube…beside phone reviews….and this is what I wound:) I will let the videos speak for themselves:)
I remembered about this place. This place which gave me freedom. It’s a place where all tears could turn into smile, every smile could end with a tear.
I’m still alive:)
I am thinking of myself. Sometimes I want the real me back. I hope to get him back one day.
Everyone knows me in one way.
Too bad or too good that the rest of the basement cant be seen by everyone. Some may call it a vip area, i dont. Usually those areas bring pain. It’s like Pandora’s box…you open it, hoping to find something good…but it dznt always bring joy….most of the time it doesn’t.
It’s cold in there.
That’s where the base is.
The doors open once a thousand thoughts.
You can easily get lost there. The darkness can be spread with hope and understanding.
The winds that blow there start storms in which feelings scream. They may scream but their voice is lost in translations, before being understood they fade away,hopeless.
I ended up there hoping to find what is lost, the pieces which dont fit anymore.
I will end now. Enough cold brought on earth.
Am vrut sa va spun ca trec printr-o perioada foarte stresanta din punct de vedere psihic si fizic…IB…nationalite…personalitate…familie…decizii…voluntare…involuntare…
greu…dar…sper ca tot greul sa aduca rezultate bune…
Dumnezeu a lasat uscat pana si dupa potop….trebuie sa-l gasesc si eu.
Cu ochii deschisi visez.
Visez cu aripi brodati cu note muzicale.
Zbor peste tine si peste mine,
Ma lovesc de mine si cad;
Cu ochii inchisi visez.
Visez ca stiu ca visez.
Incerc sa aud broderia de note in vant;
Ma aplec,
Simt suflarea iluziei sufland la picoare
Si simt ca visez.
E frig dar eu inca visez.
In frigul noptii eu caut muzica
Dar nu o gasesc.
Cum de nu o gasesc?
Tocmai cand visez…
Cand visele curg,
Curajul se incalta in metal si fuge
Si orbele nu isi cunosc intelesul,
Insa…
Notele lipsesc.
Another song, another tear, another scream, another touch.
It’s the song that brakes any limit of pride and “manliness”, another one that summons the childhood full of dust, forgotten in the arms of mother, somewhere between dreams and memories.
I present u my pain and strength, sung by one of my favorite Armenian singer. Close your eyes, start feeling everything related to your mother…imagine how life would be without her, what life is with her, what she means for you…the fear of losing her, the struggle to not be late…just as she says.
La cerinta parintilor, va aduc la cunostinta ca pentru termopane la cele mai bune preturi(aka preturi de fabrica) de marca Rehau si Gealan, imi puteti lasa un comment iar eu va voi contacta cat pot de repede…sau stii ce, sunati la 0721509999.
Cum am spus si pe mess, aceast apostare nu este o gluma…deci…profesori, colegi, prieteni/prietene sau pur si simplu dragi cititori, daca duceti lipsa de termopane…call me.
After Laura’s comment on Mayrik, asking me to post one of my fav songs in armneian…by Andre…
Enjoy the balad that sings about the strenght of love…the strenght of waiting someone for even 1000 years, to come, return and love you:)
Hope you will enjoy it. Laura, this one’s for u.
kissez,
neverland
Poate ca va mirati ca am schimbat headerul…poate nici nu observati sau nici nu cititi ce am scris…eventual nu intrati…dar, consider ca ar trebui sa impartasesc sentiment…ideea, gandul…
In timp ce scriu, ma gandesc la ce scriu, si automat la ce vreu sa spun si unde vreau sa ajung.
Consider ca acest header este demn de blogul meu, chiar daca nu se contopeste cu backgroundul si altele…lucru pe care il apreciez la acei ochi este puterea cu care acestia emana putere si pasiune…
Verdele bolnav de lamai, cu pasiune arzatoare a naturii, cea care ascunde atatea necunoscute…cand ne uitam…este doar iarba…sub acele dungi verzi exista un adevart univers.
Blogul meu este dedicat raurilor care ma conduc catre tot felul de munti cu delauri, cu oceane de mari si vise abatute de un praf dornic ca fie curatat. Acei ochi exprima, libertatea pe care o caut, energie cu care vreau sa fiu alimentat mereu, curajul pe care il manipulez mereu, ideile, gandurile, secundele, clipele, dorintele si esecurile…atatea ascund acesti ochi.
Ochi care sunt agresivi, care ascund toata ura si dorinta de a omora pentru cuvantul lui…cu sange rece si cu zambetul pe buze, fara regrete…ca si cum ai fi facut-o pentru patrie…dubios…
Ochi blajini si colorati, parca de pastel…un fum colorat…umorul…ironia…viata…moartea…viata…iubirea…viata…flacarea…apa.
Postare facuta la 4:55 nopatea….nu cautati coerenta sau perfectiune gramaticala etc.
I can not blv he killed the future painter. He stuck brushes in his feet and arms and cut his head off.
Big mistake Sylar. And fuck ur sick brain.
PS: What’s with the eye brows?!?!?!? Lame…
I decided to post this song because I consider it one of the few songs that touch my soul, throwing away any curtain and pushing down any wall.
It’s an armenian song called Mayrik(Mother), sung by Christine Pepelyan. After being a big hit in the Armenian music world, the song became the theme of a serial called Vorphera(The Orphans), the movie tells the stories of a group of children that ended up in an orphanage and their sad and lonely life there. The movie may sound something…boring…but trust me it’s not…seeing some real orphans(literally) in front of the camera, revealing the pain of not having a warm chest to hug and to feel the mother smell every child recognizes.
One of the most important things in my life is my mother. The one that gave birth to me, the one that sacrificed days and nights along with my father, so my brother and I have a happy childhood.
I have memories that make her the stronges thing on the world, stronger than mountains and yet innocent and pure as a drop of water.
Going back to the song…
Here you have a song, for all the mothers…like Iona said…there is a moment in our life when we all rememeber our mother… For some, there is that moment, for others, there always is that moment.
Christine Pepelyan – Mayrik (Mother) Very touching song in Armenian. Translation in English… Sorry if there’s any mistakes, I did my best translating this :] 1)Bright lights, Blue nights, Days …
Christine Pepelyan – Mayrik (Mother) Very touching song in Armenian.
Translation in English… Sorry if there’s any mistakes, I did my best translating this :]
1)Bright lights,
Blue nights,
Days far away
From the warm hands.
2)Lovely name,
Sparkling eyes,
And my childhood
That became an agony.
3)Wherever I go -
Come with me.
But every time I see you
I wake up once again,
My only dear mother,
I will always love you, mother.
CHORUS:
The light from your eyes will always
Take me away like starlight.
Your love as big as the whole world
Makes the tough days in my life easier.
All I will need is to lit a candle for you.
Im kissing your hands.
Compared to your love, my dear mother,
All of the stars are still not enough.
3) In your arms Ill always be happy.
In my dreams Ill be quietly smiling to you.
You stay with me and live for an eternity,
Ill never let you go, I just want you to live.
4)Your soul is like an ocean, deep and pure,
You light my dreams every night,
My only dear mother,
I will always love you, mother.
