Comments on: ANDAA SE RETRAGE.

By: Marin

Marin — Sat, 04 Apr 2009 15:42:33 +0000

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

By: acspot

acspot — Sat, 04 Apr 2009 01:41:58 +0000

Iti faci alt blog? Daca da, da-mi si mie adresa.

By: andaa

andaa — Fri, 03 Apr 2009 23:08:46 +0000

inca ma fut

By: sysla

sysla — Thu, 02 Apr 2009 17:53:03 +0000

delatori mici… va iubesc!

By: tudor

tudor — Wed, 01 Apr 2009 20:08:04 +0000

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

By: moskba30

moskba30 — Wed, 01 Apr 2009 14:42:51 +0000

… bun venit in provincie… capitalisto…
… hehehe…

By: sysla

sysla — Tue, 31 Mar 2009 23:08:23 +0000

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.
“

By: Andaa

Andaa — Tue, 31 Mar 2009 08:41:19 +0000

Am sa beau un vin rosu! Multam!

By: Turambar

Turambar — Tue, 31 Mar 2009 06:18:56 +0000

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