I was just watchin’ Troy and I started thinking about us, humans.
What are we?
Are we human?
We are cannibals. We kill each other like cold blooded animals. We are known as beings who can judge. Can we?
Why do thousands of people die because of one man’s will? Why did Troy fall?
Why innocent and wise people had to die because of brainless and coward people like Paris? I guess the answer is- because they are brothers and that Hector, as a big brother had to protect Paris. But honestly, was Paris’s and Helen’s love worth thousands of people’s life, why couldn’t Paris die like a brave for Helen?
That’s why we’re humans, because we are weak, we are full of greed.
And I will soon brake the TV because I cant stand watchin’ coward Paris killing Achilles, killing his brother, father, destroying Troy.
But, I think we/me got the idea that in this world full of sins, the coward ones always survive, drinking all the glory of the brave hearted ons. By brave heart I don’t mean that u have to fight all the time and find solutions in wars, on a filed full of abandoned dreams, feelings, fathers mothers. We should start using our brain, the only thing that makes us different from animals or plants. PS: At least plants create oxygen…and again, us humans ruin everything…we cut them…for power.
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.
