5 January 2010

Still I rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

Maya Angelou

15 October 2009

Romanta Ultimei Seri

Romanţa ultimei seri
Autor : Ion Minulescu

Pe buzele-mi roşii port şi-astăzi stigmatul
Dezastrelor mute din ultima seară…
Pe buzele-mi roşii – apusuri de vară -
Port urmele luptei pierdută-n palatul
Eternului Mâine
Şi fostului Ieri!…

Mi-ai spus într-o seară că-i ultima seară!…
Vai!… Ultima seară ce trist se sfârşea…
Te văd parcă şi-astăzi învinsă,
Culcată,
Pe-aceeaşi arabă şi veche sofa,
Cu pleoapele-nchise,
Cu gura-ncleştată
Şi mâinile-n cruce ca două stindarde
Salvate din focul cetăţii ce arde!…

Sărmană învinsă de însuşi învinsul
Voinţelor tale…
Supremă chemare
Ce-şi pierde zigzagul în gesturi ce mor…
Lumină nocturnă de stea căzătoare…
Pe buzele-mi roşii priveşte stigmatul
Dezastrelor mute din ultima seară
Şi-ascultă-ţi a luptei stridentă chitară
Cum plânge,
Şi-n urmă, cum moare-n palatul
Eternului Mâine
Şi fostului Ieri!…
Sunt glasuri de clopot ce parcă te cheamă
Şi glasuri de ştreanguri ce scârţâie-n vânt…
Un glas de frânghie şi-un glas de aramă
Se zbat împreună,
Şi două sentinţe
Topite sunt parcă-ntr-un singur cuvânt:
“Amantul te minte”…
“Amantul te minte”…
Şi-n viaţă, acelaşi etern Început
E doar profanarea acelor Sfârşituri,
Trăite
Şi-apuse cu cei din trecut!

Romanţa răspunsului mut

Romanţa răspunsului mut
Autor : Ion Minulescu

Ce văd!…
E-adevărat?…
Tu eşti?…
Cum?…
N-ai murit?…
Tot mai trăieşti?…
Pendulă care te-ai oprit din mers,
Încerci acum să mergi în sens invers?…

Hai!… Spune-mi…
Spune-mi tot ce ştii…
Să-mi spui chiar şi minciuni,
Să-mi spui
Ce n-ai spus nimănui -
Nici celor morţi,
Nici celor vii …

Ce victime ai mai făcut
Din clipa-n care urma ţi-am pierdut?…
Ce vrăjitoare te-a trecut prin foc
Şi-a reuşit să-ţi pună inima la loc?…
Şi care-anume sfânt din calendar
Te-a sfătuit să te-ntâlneşti cu mine iar?…

De ce zâmbeşti?
E-adevărat?…
Te-ai răzgândit?…
Ne-am împăcat?…
Iar ne iubim?…
Sau, poate, şi-azi ne regăsim
Aceiaşi vechi duşmani?…
Dar tu mai ştii după câţi ani?…

Eu te-am iertat de mult!…
Dar tu?…
Răspunde-mi “Da”…
Răspunde-mi “Nu” -
Totuna mi-e!…
Ştii tu de ce -
La tine “Nu” şi “Da” nu sunt
Decât aceleaşi vorbe-n vânt!…

De ce te temi?…
De ce-ţi ascunzi
În palme ochii tăi rotunzi?…
De ce-ţi aprinzi ca un semnal
De foc bengal
Obrajii tăi de porţelan
Şi inima de Caliban?…

Răspunde-mi!…
Vreau să ştiu şi eu,
De ce-ai venit?…
De dragul meu?
Sau, poate, n-ai venit decât
Să-mi torni, ca şi-n trecut, pe gât
Un păhărel de coniac,
Ca eu să tac,
Iar tu să ţipi
Şi să dispari, apoi, suspect,
Cu voluptatea unei bombe de efect!…

Ce zici?
Aşa e c-am ghicit
De ce-ai venit?…
De ce te-ncrunţi şi nu-mi răspunzi?…
Ce nou secret îmi mai ascunzi?…
De ce scrâşneşti din dinţi
Şi taci?…
Hai!… Spune-mi, ce-ai de gând să faci?
Deschide-ţi gura – mii de draci! -
Şi lasă-mă să-ţi mai sărut…
Nu gura…
Ci răspunsul mut!…

10 September 2009

29h/day



This is for the contemporary adults….pseudo – intellectuals…that means most of us

They say that everyday one must eat an apple for fibers and iron and a banana for potassium.
Also one must eat an orange for vitamin C, half a melon for a good digestion and drink a cup of green tea, no sugar added, to prevent diabetes…!
Everyday, one must drink 2 l of water ( and then wait double the time it took you to drink the 2 l)
Everyday one must eat a yogurt to get that "L.Cassei Defensis". By the way nobody knows what the fuck that is, but apparently, if you don’t eat yoghurt every day you will start seeing things kinda blurry.
Everyday one should take an aspirin and drink a glass of red wine to prevent a heart attack. And why not one more glass of white wine for the nervous system. Oh …and one more glass of beer…but I already don’t remember what this one is for..
If you drink them all together, even you have a stroke, you don’t bother and probably you don’t even care anymore.

Everyday you have to eat fibers. Lots and lots of fibers. You have to cook 4-6 light meals per day without forgetting to chew 100 times each bite. Making a small calculus, we get about 5 h/day for eating only.
Oh, and don’t forget: you have to brush your teeth after every meal, which is:
after the Activia Yoghurt and fibers – brush your teeth, after the banana, after the apple and so on and so forth. That is if you have your teeth. Also, don’t forget to floss, massage the gums and wash away with water mouth…( I’d say you’d better fill in the bathtub and put on some music…because in between the water, fibers and teeth, you will definitely spend some time here)
If you’re one of the lucky ones sleeping 8h and working 8h more, plus the 5h we use for eating…that’s already 21h. You have only 3h left and during these hours something unexpected can always happen. Looking at the statistics, we are watching the TV an average of 3h per day.

Well, honestly, this cannot be possible, as we have to walk at least 30 minutes per day(meaning you leave home and go back after 15 minutes sharp…otherwise you’ll get 1h of walking)

And you have to keep your friends close as they are like plants: they need to be watered daily. And when you’re on holiday….you need to do the same.
Above all these you have to be very well informed, therefore you need to read at least 2 newspapers and certain magazine articles to compare the information.

Oh, and the most important: you need to have sex daily but without turning it into a routine: be creative and renew seduction. And this takes time. And boy there is no need to speak about tantric sex!!! ( I respectfully remind you that you need to brush your teeth!!)

What else? Oh, you need to clean, wash dishes, do the laundry and if you have a dog or another animal…well..you’re doomed. Anyone has kids?

Anyways, at a final countdown, I would need 29h per day.
The only possibility that goes through my mind would be to do more things at a time.
For example: shower with cold water with your mouth open. You’ll drink the 2l of water this way.
While you go out of the shower, while brushing the teeth, you go have sex (tantric one) – do it while standing. Meanwhile your partner can watch the TV and tell you what is going on and you can swap the floor. You have a free hand? Call your friends. And your parents!!! Drink the wine ( you will need after the conversation with your parents)

Your partner can feed you the yoghourt and the apple while he is eating the banana and Activia. Switch tomorrow.

And now I have to go…’cause in between the yoghourt, half a melon, beer the 1st l of water and the 3rd fiber meal of the day, I don’t know what else to do, but I need to use the toilet urgently.
I’ll take advantage of this and take the toothbrush with me:)))

7 September 2009

A change is gonna come

Today …today is the black day of my soul, a day when I feel nothing. No pain, no regrets, no joy. My soul is stoned and my heart empty, with no trace of hope or light. I have lost myself in the darkness. I am lost and cannot find my way back. I am surrounded by tremendous fear. I feel like screaming, I feel like shouting for help. But from whom? There is no one around. I am alone in this dark world and I am afraid…
I wonder if there is real love. That love that I have heard of. The kind of love that you feel in every single part of your body. That makes you blossom. That makes you grow and be happy. I want to feel it. I want to feel every single drop of it invading my body, just like a perfusion. I want to surrender, to let go and give myself to this feeling, completely. Will I ever be able to do it? Will I ever find it?
Maybe I cannot love….maybe love is just not for me…

…and we have reached a verdict, your honor….this woman’s heart is deficient. She loves but her love is worth nothing…

31 July 2009

Before time takes you by surprise
Ask for good red wine and get wise
You are not of gold, don’t believe the lies
You are put to dust, once again you’ll rise.

(Omar Khayyam)

29 July 2009

My voice

Within this restless, hurried, modern world
We took our hearts' full pleasure - You and I,
And now the white sails of our ship are furled,
And spent the lading of our argosy.

Wherefore my cheeks before their time are wan,
For very weeping is my gladness fled,
Sorrow has paled my young mouth's vermilion,
And Ruin draws the curtains of my bed.

But all this crowded life has been to thee
No more than lyre, or lute, or subtle spell
Of viols, or the music of the sea
That sleeps, a mimic echo, in the shell.
(Oscar Wilde)