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luni, 12 octombrie 2009

FUBAR

Nimic nu mai e cum era Totul se intoarce impotriva

Nu mai stiu sa joc, nu mai stiu sa cant, nu mai stiu sa rad

Am plans cu lacrimile unui crocodil. A venit, m-a muscat si le-a luat inapoi.

Ce crocodil crud!

O sa renunt sa ma mai plimb pe malul apei. Din zmarcurile ei ies tot felul de creaturi care iti ofera cu dragoste lacrimile lor sa plangi cu ochii tai uscati. Imediat cum ai plans si ti-ai racorit ochii le aduna repede. Se scufunda inapoi in valtoarea de unde s-au ridicat si iti fac in ciuda.

vineri, 7 august 2009

ALICE SI FOTOGRAFIA DELL'ARTE IN CLUBUL TARANULUI

ALICE SE JOACA MARTI, 11 AUGUST,

TOT IN CLUBUL TARANULUI DE LA ORA 21.00.

DRINK ME ! EAT ME! SEE ME!

joi, 30 iulie 2009

marți, 21 iulie 2009

luni, 20 iulie 2009

Unde suntem si spre ce ne indreptam? Mi-e dor de o zi .... goala si nestingherita. O zi in care sa traiesc , sa rad, sa simt si sa nu-mi pese. Ziua asta e atat de departe, acolo , cu noroi pe picioare si fructe peste tot.

vineri, 17 iulie 2009

sâmbătă, 11 iulie 2009

luni, 6 iulie 2009

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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.

If you shut your eyes and are a lucky one, you may see at times a shapeless pool of lovely pale colours suspended in the darkness; then if you squeeze your eyes tighter, the pool begins to take shape, and the colours become so vivid that with another squeeze they must go on fire. But just before they go on fire you see the lagoon. This is the nearest you ever get to it on the mainland, just one heavenly moment; if there could be two moments you might see the surf and hear the mermaids singing. The children often spent long summer days on this lagoon, swimming or floating most of the time, playing the mermaid games in the water, and so forth. You must not think from this that the mermaids were on friendly terms with them: on the contrary, it was among Wendy’s lasting regrets that all the time she was on the island she never had a civil word from one of them. When she stole softly to the edge of the lagoon she might see them by the score, especially on Marooners’ Rock, where they loved to bask, combing out their hair in a lazy way that quite irritated her; or she might even swim, on tiptoe as it were, to within a yard of them, but then they saw her and dived, probably splashing her with their tails, not by accident, but intentionally.