tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5316689890867426902024-02-21T00:25:19.847-08:00zarzavatnimic mai mult, decat cuvinte aruncate fara sensadrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04550948986878300590noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-531668989086742690.post-47137500595248937732010-07-03T05:58:00.000-07:002010-07-03T05:59:31.127-07:00MATEMATE (1)<br />Si stau neputincios in banca<br />ma framanta o idee vaga<br />agatata pe tavan<br />e acolo aproape de un an<br />creieru-mi arde si se pare<br />ca totul ce-am stiut apare<br />pe-o hartie alba, goala<br />surpins, indata,<br />foile pleaca-n fata<br />foaia mea era goala, apara doar un nume,<br />la naiba si un urlet,<br />Se suna fratilor, iesiti afara!<br />iar eu cu o fata amara<br />cam atat am stiut<br />acum l-am futut<br />atat am putut.<br /><br />MATE (2)<br />Si iata-ma din nou la test<br />Gandurile unui om pervers,<br />Cifrele cu-n dans erotic<br />Se-ncolacesc pe hartie fantastic.<br /><br />Spre plus infinit ele se-ndreapta<br />Urcand incet, usor cate-o treapta,<br />Ganduri, idei intortochiate<br />De-un roi de doi inundate.<br /><br />Pe panant la noi mai sunt<br />Doar niste cifre cu-n minus crunt,<br />La piramida infinita al lui Thales<br />Cica eu cifre gresite am ales.<br /><br />Toate astea m-au zapacit de cap<br />Sau capul le-a zapacit, ca dar,<br />Oricum ar fi, el nu mi-ar da<br />Nici macar un trei pe munca mea.<br /><br />Oricare ar fi fost trudirea mea<br />Ceasul un doi sa uscat, si sa sunat<br />Incheiati va rog! testelen fata,<br />Va rog frumos iesiti afara.adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04550948986878300590noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-531668989086742690.post-6837187857286078152010-07-03T05:57:00.001-07:002010-07-03T05:57:56.175-07:00SA NU VA PESENu conteaza ce haine ai pe tine,<br />Si nici cum iti sta parul, nici mie.<br />Nu ne mai uitam in urma, asa zici,<br />Poti sa-l refaci, si-apoi sa-l strici.<br /><br />Indiferent, viitor sau trecut, mult demult,<br />Dedemult nu mai e nimic la fel, e trecut.<br />Mort viu, trecator sau fix, lipit de zid,<br />Suntem nemuritori, toti rotindune in vid.<br /><br />Nu e calea cea buna, nu faci bine nimic,<br />Cale buna n-avem si nu facem nimic.<br />Pustiu, rataciti, pe-o harta atat de clara,<br />Ei se joaca, zambind, noi co fatza amara.adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04550948986878300590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-531668989086742690.post-45575232175232971002010-07-03T05:56:00.003-07:002010-07-03T05:56:50.200-07:00CANDCand stele amare-n cer se sparg,<br />Incet stingunduse-n larg cad,<br />Al norilor ploaie-n suflete curge<br />Lacrima sufletului meu se stinge.<br /><br />Cand vantul inceteaza sa mai bata,<br />Adierea inimi incet, rece dispare.<br />Cand soarele rasare si-apoi dispare<br />Trupumi greu in vag incepe sa cada.<br /><br />Drumul batut de toate gandurile negre<br />De toate visele pierdute, cazute intre pietre.<br />E strabatut acum de mine, si-al meu suflet,<br />De intuneric , bestia din mine si-un urlet.<br /><br />Pe drumul mortilor pasesc acum, urlu…<br />Si aud un singur urlet.adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04550948986878300590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-531668989086742690.post-79152299979831408482010-07-03T05:56:00.001-07:002010-07-04T14:49:16.615-07:00ULTIMA GURA DE AER<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMgDA9thhVbUhwN4RKwHc5x8h5v20UfB3xOqhQV5jqDpDuG4Y6GcRya3YQTXRKqXSRvpSgkczg_1dG5PGHHffpt3UkSBm3E9Z_jhlJIN6iuJiTTznUmU_hOsUtTTOpFu8vhV1L7X3Fjpc/s1600/IMG_00016t.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMgDA9thhVbUhwN4RKwHc5x8h5v20UfB3xOqhQV5jqDpDuG4Y6GcRya3YQTXRKqXSRvpSgkczg_1dG5PGHHffpt3UkSBm3E9Z_jhlJIN6iuJiTTznUmU_hOsUtTTOpFu8vhV1L7X3Fjpc/s400/IMG_00016t.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490171332733105330" border="0" /></a><br />Sfarsitul e la colt de strada<br />Asteapta sa ne prinda prada<br />Lumea nu se mai invarte<br />Sa oprit si-n intuneric plange<br />Pasarile nu mai zboara pe cer<br />Stelele cad in tacere si sper<br />Ca norii vor pleca incet, incet<br />Ca-ntunericul va disparea iar eu<br />Din umbra sami scot fata-mi acra<br />In lumina sa-mi usc lacrima de pe fata<br />Sper ca cei ce-au facut asta, in umbra<br />Cu dureri eterne sa sufere-n tacere<br />Caci moartea cu un glas ragusit murmura<br />Si cu coasa ne taie cu cea mai mare placere<br />Ne omoara si-n sac ne-aduna pe toti<br />Fugi, pana picioare si aer in piep ai si poti<br />Alearga caci asta-ti e ultima sansa<br />Sau capu-ti va veghea lumea retezata pe masa<br />Nu-mi mai pasa de nimic<br />Caci in lumea asta n-a ramas nimic<br />Doara fereste sparte, usi inchise<br />O ultima lumanare pe masa trista<br />Si fara aer, de moarte prinsa, s-apoi stinsa.adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04550948986878300590noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-531668989086742690.post-43721062663144930902010-07-03T05:55:00.001-07:002010-07-03T05:55:58.566-07:00PLEC ACUMPlec acum caci drum-i lung<br />Un drum m-asteapta, glasu-i mut<br />Plec si nu vreau sa va salut<br />Un cer peste mine zambeste surd.<br /><br />Ghiozdanu-mi gol si ochii rosi<br />Pamantul umed, plouat de mine<br />Copacii vegheza-n drum mortii<br />Eu am trecut, te asteapta pe tine.<br /><br />Am plecat fara sa-mi pese si,<br />Nu astept ca cineva sa ma inteleaga<br />Am plecat fara nici un ban si,<br />Vreau doar lacrima-mi din ochi sa treacaadrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04550948986878300590noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-531668989086742690.post-84880498370107787042010-07-03T05:54:00.003-07:002010-07-04T14:47:06.837-07:00MOARTE SAU MOARTEAi o viata scurta de trait, plina de goluri,<br />Ai drumuri in fata fara indicatoare, excroci, sute de soiuri.<br />Pustiu, lasat la colt de strada, legat de tristete,<br />Te vei zbate la-nceput de fiecare drum privind cazatoare stele.<br /><br />Caci singuratatea e singurul lucru pe care-l ai,<br />Si stiu sigur ca moartea e ceea ce iti doreai,<br />Dar viata e la fel de nedreapta ca orizontul,<br />Iar inimile noastre putrede ofteaza, tu esti mortul.<br /><br />La fel ca salciile te apleci in fata zeiilor,<br />La fel ca pamantul stai neputincios si taci.<br />Esti ca pasarea, zburand liber in nimicul gandurilor,<br />In colivie hranit de vise nimic nu poti sa faci.<br /><br />La sfarsit toti la aceeas usa vom ajunge inlacrimati,<br />Iar dupa usa, incet, de-un drac corupt judecati.<br />Soarta noastra e-n mainile lui, si-n gandurile noastre,<br />Putem alege intre binecuvantata moarte sau moarte.adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04550948986878300590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-531668989086742690.post-26269495961029634512010-07-03T05:54:00.001-07:002010-07-04T14:42:48.958-07:00CACAT CU DIPLOMA<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiviifLZEBQhk38aDNKgd1iYI2Z0LWUObCkhBlfgFl4DZRtkkvAg-zCw5fHY9yQaizFs-noQ_n34Y1Jdd_tzawwe0bO0-HwUAvk7dHZAm5o2D8DCP5Fux7DyEoHbGUhrpg9E5czuLsCow/s1600/caca.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiviifLZEBQhk38aDNKgd1iYI2Z0LWUObCkhBlfgFl4DZRtkkvAg-zCw5fHY9yQaizFs-noQ_n34Y1Jdd_tzawwe0bO0-HwUAvk7dHZAm5o2D8DCP5Fux7DyEoHbGUhrpg9E5czuLsCow/s400/caca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490169735228032162" border="0" /></a><br />Ma ridic din pat,<br />Agatat,<br />De vise,<br />Inca-n chise-n<br />mine.<br />Dau o spalatura pe fata,<br />posaca,<br />Drumu-i lung si put,<br />Sunt plin de scrum<br />si plumb.<br />Fabrica-i deschisa acum<br />Plina de plastelina<br />Ei creeaza, ne modeleaza,<br />Toti pe scaune stateam,<br />trudeam,<br />Si cand pe usa am iesit,<br />Lumina sa ivit.<br />Cu DIPLOMA-n mana,<br />Noi modelati, o stim,<br />De acum in colo, CACATI vom fi,<br />Cu diploma,<br />Si plin de vag,<br />Ei te atrag,<br />Ca musca la lumina<br />Cacatul in tine sa-l tine,<br />Cu mila, umila.adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04550948986878300590noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-531668989086742690.post-21845697116999937712010-07-03T05:53:00.001-07:002010-07-03T05:53:33.296-07:00VANTULPrintre nori de ciocolata,<br />Vantul surdo mut se joaca,<br />Frunze poarta pe la spate,<br />Uitand de toate peste noapte.<br /><br />Printe munti innalti, batrani copaci,<br />Bantuie-n a lui amara tacere,<br />Orice-ai incerca sai faci,<br />Incapatanat, o ia la fuga spre stele.<br /><br />Printre mori si nori, imparatie,<br />Printre frunze uscate, bogatie<br />Merge vine far de-ncetare,<br />Ceasul lui, timpul, limite n-are.adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04550948986878300590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-531668989086742690.post-37116640124362957252010-07-03T05:52:00.001-07:002010-07-03T05:52:43.008-07:00VULGARDumnezeu vulgar sta si plange,<br />Cum aici jos toate au inceput sa se sfarame.<br />Sta neputincios, meditand,<br />Noi aici cu prostia luptand,<br />La sfarsit de gand, pierzand.<br />Mai arunca cate-o privire,<br />Batranele toate-ncep sa se-nchine.<br />Se inchina celui de sus,<br />Caci aici prea multe-s in plus.<br />Prea multi care taie toti copacii,<br />Omoara oamenii cu sacii.<br />Prea multi care n-au nici casa,<br />Nici bani, nici paine pe masa.<br />Prea multi politicieni dormi pe bani,<br />Cand altii mor de foame la doi ani.<br />Poate ca de acolo sus, nu ne vede de gunoi,<br />Suntem toti scufundati in tone de noroi.<br />Acum cand sfarsitul nostru se apropie,<br />O scara spre rai ne-am bucura sa fie.<br />Dar ce rost ar avea, s-ajungem acolo, sus,<br />Am murdarii fara rusine, si-n plus,<br />Depozite de gunoi am face,<br />Oare acesta-i motivul,<br />Pentru care El doar tace?adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04550948986878300590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-531668989086742690.post-73353726414755082922010-07-03T05:51:00.001-07:002010-07-03T05:52:08.723-07:00VIRTUAL<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixRylgW0OsbWBwY7LbicVfyx5WpINRD6DyPUXlbSzd4csozmjS1DoWmvME1ntlnuGupfxeCOMFXnD-OxrFQwhQMCD6GSBUIePgbJO6_lcU8JwCQTuNhNFaXPNnz8a5jqxoZLPsxnwVDBg/s1600/calcccc.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixRylgW0OsbWBwY7LbicVfyx5WpINRD6DyPUXlbSzd4csozmjS1DoWmvME1ntlnuGupfxeCOMFXnD-OxrFQwhQMCD6GSBUIePgbJO6_lcU8JwCQTuNhNFaXPNnz8a5jqxoZLPsxnwVDBg/s400/calcccc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489661914753197826" border="0" /></a><br /><br />E trist,<br />V-au invins.<br />Totul vi la furat,<br />Iar voi va-ti inghetat.<br />Acum le stiti pe toate,<br />Le aveti intr-o cutie adunate,<br />Stelele le avem aproape,<br />Le avem pe toate,<br />Conectate.<br />Apocalipsa ne va-ntampina,<br />Cand reteaua va cadea.<br />Morti vii sunteti voi toti,<br />Umblati pe strada ca niste roboti,<br />Beti, fumati, va imbatati,<br />Dar toate virual, ireal<br />Voi judecati?<br />Trezestete ba ca puti a caramida !<br />O omida,<br />In fluture se preschimba,<br />Iar voi, sub o masca,<br />O casca,<br />Desfigurati,<br />Dezumanizati,<br />Nu vreti sa va deconectati,<br />Ati evoluat,<br />Intr-un CACAT.adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04550948986878300590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-531668989086742690.post-37466077937607994972010-07-03T05:50:00.001-07:002010-07-04T14:33:17.685-07:00LACAT PIERDUT<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgir_HFYRg9BC7vN4X0S1KVwAvq1pGgczWAvGSpSnJ4hHRAcSATfeR4gSUDEl9RG8loOHYPi4HN7dBw1EtEMFQqbHRJrRpzuGgeoZnmXcQzv7yp65dlzZYrGmUPzSyHd-ROkeC4deMyg98/s1600/lacat.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgir_HFYRg9BC7vN4X0S1KVwAvq1pGgczWAvGSpSnJ4hHRAcSATfeR4gSUDEl9RG8loOHYPi4HN7dBw1EtEMFQqbHRJrRpzuGgeoZnmXcQzv7yp65dlzZYrGmUPzSyHd-ROkeC4deMyg98/s400/lacat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490167245921915682" border="0" /></a>Inchis in pivnita,<br />Trist zac,<br />Ma zbat,<br />Infometat,<br />Insetat,<br />Cu pofta de viata,<br />Cheia o caut,<br />Intr-un pahar de vin,<br />doua,<br />trei,<br />Si-n mine n-o mai tin,<br />Nu mai pot,<br />Sunt un nebun,<br />Mort,<br />Beat,<br />Prafuit si invechit,<br />Cheile le-am aflat,<br />Dar acum ce ma fac,<br />LACATUL!!!<br />Unde l-am lasat?adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04550948986878300590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-531668989086742690.post-38172198170151735782010-07-02T14:44:00.000-07:002010-07-02T14:45:34.055-07:00SUFLETE ADUNATE-N PUNGA<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrm-pFZ2YJLqAZFicv3BdvOnWMuec4fPnu9WxD3S-D8S6onqKU3lAwpFgPvFkfjoi4wQSMC_zO44375e-Qk1UeZeROqMNFYmxYEM2ix8S2J5zEXzScMW-ypCAYuhewTCQxQLNfNXgu5bY/s1600/suflete.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrm-pFZ2YJLqAZFicv3BdvOnWMuec4fPnu9WxD3S-D8S6onqKU3lAwpFgPvFkfjoi4wQSMC_zO44375e-Qk1UeZeROqMNFYmxYEM2ix8S2J5zEXzScMW-ypCAYuhewTCQxQLNfNXgu5bY/s400/suflete.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489428322813136978" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Trecator, peste amare suflete<br />Pustiul etern si-al oamenilor trup<br />Lumina se bate de fiecare perete,<br />Si-al inimi greu plumb.<br /><br />Trupul parasit de-al nost suflet,<br />Ochii surzi in soapte oarbe,<br />Se aude un negru etern,si-un vuiet,<br />Si-o coasa ce gandurile ni le soarbe.<br /><br />Lumina peste boeme teritorii se strecoara,<br />Ingeri morti, prin nori vesnic coboara,<br />Demoni ai luminii in vag fara-ncetare urca,<br />Sufletele noastre, toate le aduna, intro punga.adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04550948986878300590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-531668989086742690.post-24072232854960586282010-07-02T14:43:00.002-07:002010-07-03T05:48:39.385-07:00PAHAR DE VIN, DIVIN<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_fikPaedZuS7Q80DPV3cyuvtgIL8MXf9Zhj9kjk6w5Q9FNPPhwQkKW2avpYI2dhZB5sfOEumK4ZgKPxjoLZvEV2wbGmoMuZf_otLl39C04QKn8xBELAKDoKXAne1SwIu93CclG5f88Bg/s1600/beatr.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_fikPaedZuS7Q80DPV3cyuvtgIL8MXf9Zhj9kjk6w5Q9FNPPhwQkKW2avpYI2dhZB5sfOEumK4ZgKPxjoLZvEV2wbGmoMuZf_otLl39C04QKn8xBELAKDoKXAne1SwIu93CclG5f88Bg/s400/beatr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489661011621597762" border="0" /></a><br />si ma-ntind pe pat,<br />sunt plin de praf,<br />ma uit prin vid,<br />undeva am lasat un pahar,<br />de vin,<br />lam gasit, dar e gol,<br />cred ca mor,<br />obosit, invechit,<br />ma ridic<br />ma duc, ma opresc,<br />si-am reusit s-o zaresc,<br />butelia de vin pe mine ma asteapta,<br />prafuita pe masa,<br />parca-mi zambeste<br />si-mi cere s-o eliberez,<br />din a cea sticla veche,<br />care de cinci ani vede acelas perete,<br />inima-mi cere, ce ficatul n-a primit,<br />dar ii promit,<br />e ultimul pahar,<br />caci vinul sa terminat,<br />sunt alarmat si ingandurat,<br />ce ma fac,<br />bani n-am,<br />taria nu ma place,<br />dar n-am ce face,<br />inima, trista zace,<br />nare pace,<br />acum pereti se invart in jurul meu,<br />usa nu-si are locul,<br />patul la el ma chema,<br />ma striga si suspina,<br />fereastra inchisa,<br />iar dupa, o lume deschisa,<br />inchisa intro cutie<br />se stie,<br />filozofes singur peretilor,<br />sunt obositi deja,<br />pereti sunt gata sa se prabuseasca peste mine,<br />iar parchetul, nu se mai tine,<br />o gaura mare se formase-n podea<br />ce sa ma fac,<br />frate, sunt beat!<br />nu mai pot sa tac,<br />gura a prins viata,<br />vorbesc de unul singur,<br />si sunt sigur,<br />ca-n beci mai este o sticla de vin,<br />dar nu ma mai tin,<br />picioarele-mi sunt moi,<br />ochii goi,<br />drumul de aici pana aici e lung,<br />si e si mai lung pana acolo,<br />incotro?<br />sa ma aventurez pana-n pivnita?<br />camera se-nvarte,<br />tavanul cade,<br />lumina de afara ma orbeste,<br />usa ma ocoleste,<br />ce sai fac,<br />il lovesc,<br />nu ma potolesc, pana nu ma lasa sa ies,<br />e grav,<br />ma zbat,<br />sau cel putin, au asta credeam ca fac<br />nu mai pot sa tac,<br />mam imbracat<br />si am plecat,<br />am picat<br />m-am impiedicat in umbra mea,<br />sunt un muc pe perete acum<br />si e un singur drum in urma mea,<br />si nu e unul bun,<br />e plin de scrum,<br />si de fum,<br />vroiam doar un pahar de vin,<br />unul plin,<br />plin de pacat,<br />divin.adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04550948986878300590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-531668989086742690.post-48618056181501507632010-07-02T14:43:00.001-07:002010-07-02T14:43:55.073-07:00SPRE ETERNMerg pe-o carare pustie<br />Plina de noroi si de iluzie<br />Merg si ma-npiedic de-o creanga<br />Ma-njura nervos, si pleaca.<br /><br />Printre pietre, ganduri negre tac<br />Asteptand, cineva sa le adune intr-un sac<br />Iarba uscata-n noroi doarme<br />Viata din mine vantul il absoarbe.<br /><br />E-ntuneric, imaginatia-mi face glume<br />As da in ea de-as putea cu legume<br />Luminite zbor ici colo, peste tot<br />Drumul clar sa-l vad nu pot.<br /><br />Copacii rad si ma barfesc<br />Incercand de frunze sa ma feresc<br />Printre munti inalti si al vulturilor cazute pene<br />O idee rusinoasa se pierde printre gene.<br /><br />De noi, suflete murdare se fereste<br />De nori plouata, ea incet creste<br />N-o vom gasi nici o data<br />Caci ochi nostri, ochelari de arama poarta.<br /><br />Adanc in intunericul apasator<br />Rupt din realitate, nemuritor<br />Moartea ne asteapta plictisit<br />Lista-si lunga de sute de ori la citit.<br /><br />La capat de drum, aierul sa terminat<br />Gandurile toate, mi le-am uitat<br />Si ele pe mine la fel<br />Am plecat acum, spre nesfarsitul etern.adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04550948986878300590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-531668989086742690.post-11814391919730071692010-07-02T14:41:00.001-07:002010-07-02T14:43:02.404-07:00SUB CEAS<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYgl2TvuyK7t1_DOPtXsGpQznpTXy-IbfhDrAtSZuhZAVv8fvSvqfjUnmTi9K3DNIiGocAdxqslqNzeR7xAQvRBz5t8O9xLPfU1k-A8m-y8B8jIaJ5jY-Y4qfAuJBxTvkur8ZDPBLusKA/s1600/sub+ceas.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYgl2TvuyK7t1_DOPtXsGpQznpTXy-IbfhDrAtSZuhZAVv8fvSvqfjUnmTi9K3DNIiGocAdxqslqNzeR7xAQvRBz5t8O9xLPfU1k-A8m-y8B8jIaJ5jY-Y4qfAuJBxTvkur8ZDPBLusKA/s400/sub+ceas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489427665339995762" border="0" /></a><br />Peste infinite campii,<br />Triunghiulare munti,<br />Peste suflete de copii,<br />Turme de oameni morti.<br /><br />Peste idei inzapezite,<br />Batrani mancati de timp,<br />Tineri cu ganduri innebunite,<br />Cu inima tinuta-ntre dinti.<br /><br />Ceasul ticaie-n tacere,<br />Lumea n-o baga-n seama,<br />Incet inbatraneste si moare,<br />Cu fata-i trista de arama.adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04550948986878300590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-531668989086742690.post-56805382712025311052010-07-02T14:40:00.000-07:002010-07-02T14:41:16.266-07:00NU MAI CONTEAZANu mai conteaza ca stelele cad,<br />Si paduri, copaci cu miile ard.<br />Nu mai conteaza trupurile uscate,<br />Si nici navele scufundate.<br /><br />Nu conteaza lacrimile scurse pe fete,<br />Cum nici prostitutia, sute de fete.<br />Nu conteaza sangele varsat pentru tara,<br />Pamantul nu mai tine cont de-o granita daramata.<br /><br />Nu conteaza cine-i acuzat si cine nu,<br />Cu totii suntem vinovati, si eu si tu,<br />Caci pamantul nu se va oprii din vesnica ei rotatie,<br />Pentru un amarat numar de populatie.<br /><br />Si n-ar mai conta nici daca am incerca<br />La sfarsit de gand sa mai facem ceva,<br />Suntem la capat de drum,<br />Si a mai fost asa, candva.<br /><br />Mama natura ne pofteste afara,<br />Sa saturat de noi, suntem o epava.<br />O alta casa de-nchiriat cautam acum,<br />O alta lume de stricat, lasat pe drum.adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04550948986878300590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-531668989086742690.post-37394446131621204642010-07-02T14:05:00.000-07:002010-07-04T14:52:14.998-07:00EMOTII<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8d-KaE27C-neMxXm3ItXgqon5g-L4KBXauiTjocnMId-QP6GNJNaK9NzQ30TK1YpuI1bZ8ykJ0TbbBogdk3zyHMEkfZ0A6uKtPNGB3qJ5nKi-6cA_XUJZydDIMskxmEXxV651s0pPssc/s1600/IMG_0002rtj.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 358px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8d-KaE27C-neMxXm3ItXgqon5g-L4KBXauiTjocnMId-QP6GNJNaK9NzQ30TK1YpuI1bZ8ykJ0TbbBogdk3zyHMEkfZ0A6uKtPNGB3qJ5nKi-6cA_XUJZydDIMskxmEXxV651s0pPssc/s400/IMG_0002rtj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490171926225320450" border="0" /></a>Am avut emotii cand pruncimea a trecut,<br />Si cand adolescenta intaia oara ma durut.<br />Am avut emotii cand emotiile mau inundat<br />Si cand cu modestie in mare le-am scufundat.<br />Am emotii cand vad zapada topindu-se,<br />Cand vad stele din viata-i batrana stingandu-se.<br />Am emotii cand primavera sufletul mi-l infloreste,<br />Cand toamna cu aur il inbraca si-ntunericul creste.<br />Voi avea emotii cand moartea la usa-mi va sta,<br />Voi avea emotii cand emotiile vor inceta a exista.<br />Am avut emotii cand sub pamant lumea ma ascuns,<br />Si cand emotiile incet, pe-o alta carare rece s-au dus.adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04550948986878300590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-531668989086742690.post-87653208930885731312010-07-02T05:46:00.000-07:002010-07-02T15:05:47.234-07:00MANIPULAT<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCJ6lQIu38d0u9495uXme21_WTzqyl_6UqvxZd1BAMfhQtj1W591mQ5Bq_Cz4_0Qd0-MYoXl59EidJjpFOJ417pe9DU1MdLJVXXkGMO8KMYfleKzm8kxiTd-TxIQakcimRv85G0dbnZ58/s1600/vise.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCJ6lQIu38d0u9495uXme21_WTzqyl_6UqvxZd1BAMfhQtj1W591mQ5Bq_Cz4_0Qd0-MYoXl59EidJjpFOJ417pe9DU1MdLJVXXkGMO8KMYfleKzm8kxiTd-TxIQakcimRv85G0dbnZ58/s400/vise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489433526780304498" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Statui incremenite in fata unei cuti,<br />Creieru-ti stafidit in fata mortii, tu sti,<br />Schimbi de pe un canal pe altul,<br />E un fel de a schimba rahatul cu cacatul.<br /><br />Si privesti toata ziua aceleasi aberatii,<br />Cum Diaconescu aduce-n studio pe toti ratatii,<br />Si in acest timp, privind toti maltratatii,<br />Uiti ca banii tai, toti, sunt consumati, furati de altii.<br /><br />Ai o masca de forma, durerea s-o ascunzi,<br />O fata amara si-un suflet confuz.<br />Stai toata ziua, trupu-ti atrofiat,<br />Creierul de tampenii, paraziti, mancat.<br /><br />Stiu, nu tu ai ales asta, ti-au promis drumul spre rai,<br />Dar nimic inpotriva lor, si-al minciunilor, tu n-ai.<br />Ai un trup uscat, o usa-nchisa,<br />O cheie la un deputat si-o fisa.<br /><br />Nu e ce-ti doresti, dar tie frica,<br />Ai fereastra larg deschisa,<br />Si visul tau, de lanturi prinsa.<br />Vazul in cutie, l-antuneric undeva-nchisa.adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04550948986878300590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-531668989086742690.post-59830097530236919432010-07-02T05:42:00.000-07:002010-07-02T05:45:35.456-07:00INCHIS IN CUTIE<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgrkOpc_b3-7FTDSPilTbvBC8aIas5QHFqAxkr9Wn850pqiGB4U6bI530LyS9XwkDA5VqQsJelTe_lv4gVgUu2_AlKzmxNmSHs14GHYTdWhPgzuyobJjdGpg8Kub7XGR26g4iPXTGygzA/s1600/inchis+in+cutie.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgrkOpc_b3-7FTDSPilTbvBC8aIas5QHFqAxkr9Wn850pqiGB4U6bI530LyS9XwkDA5VqQsJelTe_lv4gVgUu2_AlKzmxNmSHs14GHYTdWhPgzuyobJjdGpg8Kub7XGR26g4iPXTGygzA/s320/inchis+in+cutie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489289117506781698" border="0" /></a>Inchis intr-o cutie,<br />Pustie,<br />Imi beau vinul,<br />Delirul,<br />Caut o cheie pentru lacat,<br />Zbuciumat,<br />Fumand un cui,<br />Verzui,<br />O fereastra mi se arata,<br />Indata,<br />O deschid si dau de chin,<br />O inchid,<br />Ma pun ciumb si continui,<br />Trag din cui,<br />Rad singur si ma bucur,<br />Ma scutur,<br />Ma uit mai atent, cu ai mei mici ochi,<br />Vad noroi,<br />Sunt mort beat acum,<br />Totul dupa un fum,<br />Sunt beat si rad intins,<br />Ce sa ma fac aici inchis?!adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04550948986878300590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-531668989086742690.post-37929801192103288482010-07-02T05:41:00.001-07:002010-07-04T14:48:08.757-07:00INCHIDE, DESCHIDE<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXgGMJMLaIcFvdWC4VQCOe_aIeCkDVhi6FAX8H2XbZczeaJNGVL2s-nMfytHaskW-6zqlaElJ3XJg_tUzhm8DW6gKtkrz34nvtdvJLhthgEimJTM9LsVHXWODbx2M82UhYODT7c3lRObY/s1600/deschidef.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXgGMJMLaIcFvdWC4VQCOe_aIeCkDVhi6FAX8H2XbZczeaJNGVL2s-nMfytHaskW-6zqlaElJ3XJg_tUzhm8DW6gKtkrz34nvtdvJLhthgEimJTM9LsVHXWODbx2M82UhYODT7c3lRObY/s400/deschidef.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490171139057363314" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Inchideti ochi si-n intuneric viseaza,<br />Deschideti mintea si mediteaza.<br />In al meu vis un drum tacut vegheaza,<br />Al tau gand ce-nchis, prins in zale ofteaza.<br /><br />Peste ziduri inalte de fum si lacrimi,<br />Peste mari, oceame si pui de draci,<br />Gandurile-ti viseaza tanara moarte,<br />Te viseaza cum pe-un pat intins mort zaci.<br /><br />Deschideti ochii si revino-n lumea-ti vasta,<br />Revino pe drumul pierdut care te duce acasa.<br />Continua-ti povestea, pana cerneala-n stilou ai,<br />Pana ce eu, moartea, filele din carte nu ti le tai.adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04550948986878300590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-531668989086742690.post-53202997563858863342010-07-02T05:38:00.002-07:002010-07-02T05:40:44.622-07:00EU BATRAN, TU…<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1DXWur8I8GhSnC9vkGfVtwJKX21P7maa0y5xMawpae651laKhBE1ujHkLT4uw9pxf6T5_qROqG8ODt-xMRYQNosxz2XnEM5w2fuXgJbtb7QQCVgI05IUcZFoc1tMCwhhaNWCslipt7Gg/s1600/eu+tu.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 129px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1DXWur8I8GhSnC9vkGfVtwJKX21P7maa0y5xMawpae651laKhBE1ujHkLT4uw9pxf6T5_qROqG8ODt-xMRYQNosxz2XnEM5w2fuXgJbtb7QQCVgI05IUcZFoc1tMCwhhaNWCslipt7Gg/s320/eu+tu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489287825973812674" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Mana-ti blanda matasoasa,<br />Trupu-mi dur uscat de ura,<br />Fata-ti primavara-ntruchipata,<br />Fata-mi moarta seaca, amara.<br /><br />Visele-ti dulci de prunc,<br />Gandurile-mi batrane, ruginite,<br />Viata-ti lunga la-nceput de drum,<br />Viata-mi scurta plina de rugaminte.<br /><br />A ta primavara ma-nfloreste,<br />A mea toamna-nbatraneste,<br />Vara-ti lunga ma loveste,<br />Iarna-mi alba doar priveste.<br /><br />Dimineata ta incet ma ploaie,<br />Noaptea mea scurta trece,<br />Al tau nou ceas in liniste ticaie,<br />Al meu de timp mancat, tace.adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04550948986878300590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-531668989086742690.post-82496049589565120822010-07-02T05:37:00.001-07:002010-07-04T14:35:15.523-07:00BEAT<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6I_esR54AGukwLWBgb4QpscWKZ1s3sqDBWjvBzQbl0x-DgH9LQnYBnpmgLubDfEDHn77zGiRRNve4vUC5X6wdsIRWLsM4IQVFTHvn_w2rj24Rl23ZTw9On80UpZH-aZIT0IinsFhiVnk/s1600/beat.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6I_esR54AGukwLWBgb4QpscWKZ1s3sqDBWjvBzQbl0x-DgH9LQnYBnpmgLubDfEDHn77zGiRRNve4vUC5X6wdsIRWLsM4IQVFTHvn_w2rj24Rl23ZTw9On80UpZH-aZIT0IinsFhiVnk/s400/beat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490167793108041698" border="0" /></a><br />Pe masa, trist zace,<br />Un pahar de vin.<br />Vreau s-o tin,<br />S-o beau in tacerea eterna.<br />Vreau s-o las<br />Dar nu sa moara,<br />Ma omoara.<br />O beau incet,<br />O dau pe gat,<br />Ma invart,<br />Sau camera,<br />Aiurea.<br />Usa nu-si mai are locul,<br />Se muta cu tot cu tocul.<br />Stau pe pat,<br />Daramat,<br />Sacadat,<br />Si Beat.adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04550948986878300590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-531668989086742690.post-16857007426845683432010-07-02T05:34:00.000-07:002010-07-02T05:36:34.538-07:00CAPAT DE VISIadul e sub mine,<br />Si vine,<br />Din ce in ce mai repede.<br />Se apropie.<br />Peretii prostiei ma strivesc,<br />Incet, si cresc.<br />Sunt din ce in ce mai mari,<br />Mai tari.<br />Alerg pe-un coridor infinit,<br />Fara sfarsit,<br />Ferestrele inchise,<br />Lumanarile stinse, intinse.<br />Pe peretele alb negru,<br />Mucegaiul se prelinge cu-ncetul,<br />Si ma arunc intr-un abis,<br />Dorindu-mi sa fie doar un vis.<br />Cad in nimicul mereu,<br />Si ma intreb...unde-i Dumnezeu?!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn8e0pytfJimP7ciHZ6JLZysis1eShPAnkXcWlyRllMJROaogr_vCPGkJfiznjt-l4VqxwkTrTxUFbPEipXNJN1_n1jJHJS5l1JF0JOm-0wI5pWr-9r5Gx2n_pdT38VTWn3zWrg5DTcrM/s1600/capat+de+vis.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn8e0pytfJimP7ciHZ6JLZysis1eShPAnkXcWlyRllMJROaogr_vCPGkJfiznjt-l4VqxwkTrTxUFbPEipXNJN1_n1jJHJS5l1JF0JOm-0wI5pWr-9r5Gx2n_pdT38VTWn3zWrg5DTcrM/s400/capat+de+vis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489286638111433026" border="0" /></a>adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04550948986878300590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-531668989086742690.post-55131859987793076872010-07-02T05:33:00.000-07:002010-07-02T05:34:25.795-07:00APOCALIPSA<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-rUneKgEGfda0IJ2pXPdUwCqIi5rrAooEkjAlAHZ6vWyrcdHJPcc19P31WuDZPGu4_G0XGUl3h1Oq0g8eJTYchJQmleMJh0TeszqxToBCIlBVT1C7K21J1ufq6QoE1krYQXHAtTd4SRU/s1600/apocalipsa.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-rUneKgEGfda0IJ2pXPdUwCqIi5rrAooEkjAlAHZ6vWyrcdHJPcc19P31WuDZPGu4_G0XGUl3h1Oq0g8eJTYchJQmleMJh0TeszqxToBCIlBVT1C7K21J1ufq6QoE1krYQXHAtTd4SRU/s400/apocalipsa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489286206221023906" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Mi sa terminat tigara,<br />Paharul mi-e gol<br />Mor.<br />Pe strada vad doar gunoi,<br />Noroi.<br />Blocurile se darama,<br />De talpa mi se lipi o guma.<br />Fetele posace, parca incearca sa ma atace,<br />Nu mai vrea lumea pace.<br />Paru-mi lung in vant se zbate<br />In timp ce un dobitoc, cu-n cutit imi sta la spate.<br />Ma dau la o parte<br />Si-i zambesc usor,<br />Te omor,<br />Cu-n nor, plin de namol,<br />Nu mai am control.<br />Lumea asta nu mai are contur,<br />Cinave a comis un furt.<br />Crucile ard toate,<br />La un loc adunate,<br />Daramate.<br />Rasturnate.<br />Aceasta macheta,<br />Acum de diavol este controlata,<br />Care din cand in cand mai scuipa linistit,<br />Nesimtit.<br />Si mai arunca cate-un chibrit,<br />Peste noi, ploua cu prostie,<br />Si se stie,<br />Oriundeti pui piciorul, calci doar pe mizerie.<br />Tot ce-a mai contat, a plecat.<br />Din nou maimuta-i omul,<br />Toate si-au pierdut rolul.<br />Zilele noastre-s numarate<br />Si-ncet, cifrele inceteaza sa se mai arate.<br />Am dat de necaz,<br />Lumina a plecat,<br />Iar noi am ramas.adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04550948986878300590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-531668989086742690.post-74423737859078363982010-07-02T05:31:00.000-07:002010-07-02T05:33:03.316-07:00ANOTIMP<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVr0dlZYhlNyWW3VBmNksDO6oL1pGMSq0sO5fl5RM84kH-aRV_jkkEaGXdiPSgMvaE3nq0ePyQKyv6igkp7q_MZuOjRTNiHlZ2zAZbdUxsHajzhdpvO81wHe4rBr7xR1LCBYLYKn1qjRs/s1600/anitimp.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVr0dlZYhlNyWW3VBmNksDO6oL1pGMSq0sO5fl5RM84kH-aRV_jkkEaGXdiPSgMvaE3nq0ePyQKyv6igkp7q_MZuOjRTNiHlZ2zAZbdUxsHajzhdpvO81wHe4rBr7xR1LCBYLYKn1qjRs/s400/anitimp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489285801743485618" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Imi aduc aminte de-al tau trup,<br />Primavara inflorii din tine,<br />Mias dorii antaia oara sa te sarut,<br />Boema toamna scufundata-n mine.<br /><br />Toamna cea cu frunze-n pom,<br />Frunze de vant mut purtate,<br />Iarna cu al ei alb pur, un om,<br />E omul din a mea visare.<br /><br />Primavara-ti corp frumos,<br />Vara al tau suflet bland de prunc,<br />Toamna cu al tau glas duios,<br />Iarna in nimicul tau m-arunc.adrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04550948986878300590noreply@blogger.com0