joi, 17 aprilie 2014

o pula din mine prezicator. in orice caz is singur. daca viata ar fi un joc mario, mi-as lua alta . 

miercuri, 16 aprilie 2014

devin prezicator. maine is singur. la scoala, apoi la atelier , apoi singur acasa. la sigur ucid vreo bere , cumva, cindva , fara cineva.

Lines form on my face and hands
Lines form from the ups and downs
I'm in the middle without any plans
I'm a boy and I'm a man

i'm eighteen and I don't know what I want
Eighteen I just don't know what I want
Eighteen I gotta get away
I gotta get out of this place
I'll go runnin' in outer space oh yeah

I got a baby's brain and an old man's heart
took eighteen years to get this far
Don't always know what I'm talkin' about
feels like I'm livin' in the middle of doubt

'Cause I'm eighteen
I get confused every day eighteen
I just don't know what to say
Eighteen I gotta get away

Whoa lines form on my face and my hands
Lines form on the left and right
I'm in the middle the middle of life
I'm a boy and I'm a man

I'm eighteen and I like it
Yes I like it
Oh I like it love it like it love it
Eighteen eighteen eighteen eighteen and I like it

luni, 14 aprilie 2014

duminică, 13 aprilie 2014

mai schimbat mult, sau am taiat linia de start by myself .nu stiu. in orice caz data asta nu urmeaza depresie sau chestii copilaresti , fapt fiind inteles in citeva momente interesante. interesante schimbari produc crash-urile de genu asupra mea , devin mai putin pohuistic , imi dau stimul ,interes. cit de urit n-ai fi procedat cu mine iti sunt recunoscator, nu stiu pentru ce , poate pentru ca ma aflu acum aici , si de mult timp singur( in toate sensurile ) , imi pierd credinta in vise sau dragoste. e mai realistica imaginea care-o vad. nu o lua ca ceva trist , nu e, si tu nu esti ,stiu..  nu ti-am cintat-o vreodata )
e greu  sa-mi sterg imaginea ta ,
mai caut piese s-o suplinesc ,
si de fiecare oara injur ,
cind vad picioarele-ti goale,
parca scap acril negru
peste pinza cu tine-mbracata-n vopsea.

sâmbătă, 12 aprilie 2014