imanamanai: Uitare

luni, 14 decembrie 2009

Uitare

ce frumos mi se infatiseaza mie realitatea

Rodica Toth Poiata

S-a terminat facultatea! Ne-am despartit in aceeasi sala in care ne-am intalnit prima oara la admitere. cel putin asa zic ceilalti. eu nu-mi aduc aminte. am uitat.si voi mai uita.asa cum am uitat numele de familie al unor colegi din liceu. poate ca sunt eu uituca. toata lumea vorbeste de uitare zilele astea.sunt memoriile prea incarcate cu informatii, cu emotii, cu amintiri si cu planuri de viitor. plecam si uitam.

am fost alaturi de unii la inceput si am terminat cu ceilalti. asa sunt oamenii, ii cam bate vantul spre oamenii si locurile destinate lor. unii se mai ratacesc in ceata, altii renunta, obosesc si cad .

ganduri ce se inghesuie sa treaca primele prin minte si ........castiga detasat: "CE URMEAZA?"

UNDE, CUM si CAND vin sa-l felicite

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Alice: But I don't want to go among mad people.

The Cat: Oh, you can't help that. We're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.

Alice: How do you know I'm mad?

The Cat: You must be. Or you wouldn't have come here.

Alice: And how do you know that you're mad?

The Cat: To begin with, a dog's not mad. You grant that?

Alice: I suppose so

The Cat: Well, then, you see, a dog growls when it's angry, and wags its tail when it's pleased. Now I growl when I'm pleased, and wag my tail when I'm angry. Therefore I'm mad.

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