tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922991073372962572.post2619592742846641191..comments2023-09-02T14:16:21.507+03:00Comments on loculundescriu: For the first time...monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05377323108689829685noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922991073372962572.post-39361706656411155032013-08-30T14:54:44.201+03:002013-08-30T14:54:44.201+03:00Ce fel de leoaice de august suntem noi, de ne plac...Ce fel de leoaice de august suntem noi, de ne place asa mult septembrie? <br />Se invarte pamantul pur si simplu si ne aduce mai aproape.<br /><br />Elena<br /><br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922991073372962572.post-86983077455876835782013-08-30T13:32:49.960+03:002013-08-30T13:32:49.960+03:00Superb. :) Multumesc draga prietena. M-au ajuns cu...Superb. :) Multumesc draga prietena. M-au ajuns cuvintele astea. M-a ajuns si toamna si tare imi place. E clar ca Pamantul inca se invarteste si deci traim intr-o vie, in miscare, o lume a tuturor posibilitatilor. Doar pentru ca se misca...monicahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05377323108689829685noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922991073372962572.post-11534597727383971672013-08-30T13:27:05.025+03:002013-08-30T13:27:05.025+03:00cand era inca vara*
Elenacand era inca vara*<br />ElenaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922991073372962572.post-20384873337810530442013-08-30T13:25:20.375+03:002013-08-30T13:25:20.375+03:00E minunata imaginea timpului tau, timpul lui Nichi...E minunata imaginea timpului tau, timpul lui Nichita. <br />Uite cum arata timpul meu acum o saptamana, can mai era vara inca: <br />" E inca vara si mult prea multa liniste in jur, e o lumina alba, ascutita. In mine cresc cascade si furtuni, caci am uitat sa mai cresc fluturi.<br />E inca vara, fierbinte ca o dupa-amiaza de duminica-n desert. Miroase a praf, a-ncins si-a aer pustiu, a timp incremenit intr-o sala de asteptare. A timp uitat in nemiscare pe un peron, peronul garii lui Paler.<br />Intind mainile si cuprind ziua la amiaza, vreau s-o grabesc spre maine. Tace. Doar secundele se opun, scapandu-mi printre degete. Nemilos, timpul se transforma in granule de cuart colorat, stralucitoare si reci si umple clepsidra pana la refuz. E neinduplecat la rugaminti, cersiri, dorinte. Nu vrea sa intoarca clepsidra, sa-nceapa maine de cu seara, curge pe langa ea, risipindu-se in stoluri de ganduri amare. E liniar. E egal cu el insusi.<br /> Pretinde ca sunt imperfecta si adaptata pasului de melc. Timpul asta nu ma cunoaste deloc. Traim impreuna de o multime de ani si inca n-a invatat sa ma cunoasca. Ii e frica de mine, ii e teama ca am sa-l compactez si am sa-l cuibaresc in casuta mea de melc. Si ca apoi am sa-l scot la mezat in portii mici.<br />Da, chiar am sa-mi scot timpul la mezat. Deci? cine da mai mult?<br />Dau si pe credit si la nevoie accept si plata in lacrimi."<br /><br />ElenaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-922991073372962572.post-50119302245145079072013-08-29T12:07:12.032+03:002013-08-29T12:07:12.032+03:00Are those your eyes
Is that your smile
Ive been lo...Are those your eyes<br />Is that your smile<br />Ive been looking at you forever<br />Yet I never saw you before<br />Are these your hands holding mine<br />Now I wonder how I could have been so blind<br />And for the first time I am looking in your eyes<br />For the first time Im seeing who you are<br />I can't believe how much I see<br />When you're looking back at me<br />Now I understand what love is, love is<br />For the first time<br /><br />Can this be real<br />Can this be true<br />Am I the person I was this morning<br />And are you the same you<br />Its all so strange<br />How can it be<br />All along this love was right in front of me<br />And for the first time I am looking in your eyes<br />For the first time Im seeing who you are<br />I can't believe how much I see<br />When you're looking back at me<br />Now I understand what love is, love is<br />For the first time<br /><br />Such a long time ago I had given up<br />On finding this emotion ever again<br />But you're here with me now<br />Yes I found you somehow<br />And Ive never been so sure<br />And for the first time I am looking in your eyes<br />For the first time Im seeing who you are<br />Cant believe how much I see<br />When you're looking back at me<br />Now I understand what love is, love is<br />For the first time<br />For the first timemonicahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05377323108689829685noreply@blogger.com