poeziee

Sora noastra cea mai mica,
A varsat pe ea supica.
Si-acum striga-n gura mare...
Vaai! Ce cald e-ntre picioare!

:)) am innebunit

La Pasti

de George Cosbuc

Prin pomi e ciripit si cant,
Vazduhu-i plin de-un rosu soare,
Si salciile-n alba floare
E pace-n cer si pe pamant.
Rasuflul cald al primaverii
Adus-a zilele-nvierii.
Si cat e de frumos in sat!
Crestinii vin tacuti din vale
Si doi de se-ntalnesc in cale
Isi zic: Hristos a inviat!
Si rade-atata sarbatoare
Din chipul lor cel ars de soare.
Si-un vant de-abia clatinitor
Sopteste din vazduh cuvinte:
E glasul celor din morminte,
E zgomotul zburarii lor!
Si pomii fruntile-si scoboara
Ca Duhul Sfant prin aer zboara.
E liniste. Si din altar
Cantarea-n stihuri repetate
Departe pana-n vai strabate
Si clopotele canta rar:
Ah, Doamne! Sa le-auzi din vale
Cum rad a drag si plang a jale!
Biserica, pe deal mai sus,
E plina astazi de lumina,
Ca-ntreaga lume este plina
De-acelasi gand, din cer adus:
In fapta noastra ni e soartea
Si viata este tot, nu moartea.
Pe deal se suie-ncetisor
Neveste tinere si fete,
Batrani cu iarna vietii-n plete;
Si-ncet, in urma tuturor,
Vezi sovaind cate-o batrana
Cu micul ei nepot de mana.
Ah, iar in minte mi-ai venit
Tu, mama micilor copile!
Eu stiu ca si-n aceste zile
Tu plangi pe-al tau copil dorit!
La zambet cerul azi ne cheama
Sunt Pastile! Nu plange, mama!

sursa :D

:)

Azi cand cautam ceva in arhiva de la mail, am dat peste textul asta.
E dragut, si daca il pun aici nu o sa mai uit de el. :D

The Invitation - by Oriah Mountain Dreamer


"It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain! I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not pretty, every day, and if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes!"

It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments."

acasa

intr-o reclama de la Orange scria ca acasa sunt toti cei care te asteapta, oricat de mult ai intarzia...



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vrabia malai viseaza

de 10 minute m-am mutat in Bahamas. sunt pe plaja, sub o umbrela imensa si foarte chic, care nu lasa nici un pic de soare sa ma deranjeze. langa mine e un tip extrem de bun, ca din reviste (sau ca Mark din Anatomia lui Grey :D) care imi citeste gandurile si, prin urmare, imi satisface orice pofta. oricare... ;):D

si mie nu imi mai pasa de scoala, de bani, alti oameni, de articol, de profii idoti, de eticheta, de colege pitzipoance si nebune, de pustietate, de cumparaturi, de bilet de avion, de un viitor must-have job, de de ce nu apare, de ce o sa fie peste 2 luni, de nimic.

e duminica, soarele nu apune niciodata, nimic nu ma deranjeaza pentru ca bunaciunea mai sus mentionata nu lasa nimic rau sa mi se intample, nimeni nu ma suna, nimeni nu imi scrie emailuri, nimeni nu se cearta, nimeni nu urla, nimeni nu vorbeste tare la telefon cand dorm, nimeni nu vorbeste tare in general, nimeni nu e pe cale sa isi piarda serviciul, nimeni nu face revolutii, nimeni nu se opereaza, nimeni nu se agita, nimeni nu intra in panica si nimanui nu ii e dor.

a! si da... Ioana e si ea cu mine
>:D<

ce inseamna...

cand ii spui cuiva "hai sictir"... e foarte urat din partea ta... e pur si simplu o chestie de dispret maxim...

aseara am aflat ce inseamna "sictir", si evident "hai sictir" in turceste...

pentru ca sunt o domnisoara (ce...) o sa spun doar ca defineste o anumita parte a corpului unui barbat...

ce uraat!