lol. ai obosit, baba batrana.

Ai să te faci urâtă, fată tristă, fată de piatră!…
Tot ce mi-ai dăruit sporeşte, urcă -
piere încet ce ţi-am dat, aşa cum seacă
bălţile neadânci uscate de vânt.
Mi-ai dat puţin – ţi-am luat tot,
ochii mei te păstrează întreagă
şi-n cana de lut a inimii mele
murmură sângele tău.
Geo Dumitrescu, Madrigal rasturnat

http://scacuncristina.blogspot.com/2008/12/madrigal-rasturnat-geo-dumitrescu.html

Ăsta a pastat o poesie.
io nu pastez. ie a miea. cîn m a părasit. da nu mai ştiu care. m a părăsit.
mă citez. dă pă caiet. că ie veche. şi tennerra.
”
She sucked more than anything I knew before
Told me I translate words I thought She was an whore
Saying is a trend today to do this and others more
That my photo is blured and I use big words
I told her that her bucket will never be filled
I’m sorry now I shouldn’t diss her like that
But she was pretentious just like me some sorts..
What atrectted you towards me? The fountain the filed
And the doubt that you are just like that just sad
Than she erased me from her fucked up list
I know now shure I won’t be missed
From for her short term memory that I pissed
With my painfull remarks and my witt all deceased
I feel sorrow for her She was bald and shallow
Her life from now on can only be narrow
I feel sorrow for me I was old and mellow
Should have been givenn some steam in my words
That’s no good option ’cause I felt ruptured in my chords
Too much said till now there is lingering about
Is for suckers like me and I am not proud.
“

flor pomponiu… pe listele de parlamentare alaturi de crin in 93 94 sau 95,,, scuze eram tanar..

sunt cam atins asa ca ma retrag devreme… pa si pu

inca ma fut

Mi-ar placea sa revii la ceea ce erai. Si acum ma mai uit pe art. pe care le aveai pe wardpress. bye