sâmbătă, 18 septembrie 2010
O mica Erata
Exista in textul de mai jos cateva greseli de dactilografie pe care va rog respectuos sa le iertati.
De cealalta parte a vietii pe culoarea interzisa
Omuletul voia sa schimbe lumea cu toate ca el era acelasi de cand se stia. Nu cunostea carte si nici nu respecta reguli. Nu avea un cod de principii insa simtea ca exista ceva in departarea zarilor, in neantul marilor , in cel mai tainic viitor, ceva ce trebuia schimbat.
In fiecare zi colinda prin toate muzeele privind curios tablourile. Dupa inchidere el ramanea uitat pebanca vreunui parc. Parea ca sta acolo si nu-si da seama de zarva din jurul lui, de oamenii agitati, de masinile colorate care i se perindau prin fata. Statea acolo ca un unic obdervator lipsit de ocupatie si totusi orb la lumea care era intr-o perpetua miscare.
Intr-o zi insa incolti in el gandul de a ajunge dincolo de neanturile cele mai indepartate si de a intalni divinitatea. Avand acest scop in inima a continuat sa creeze cai imaginare pe care alerga zi si noapte in cauatrea adevarului absolut pana cand...........
La o ora tarzie,
Intr-o noapte pustie
In acel negru vis
Desprins din paradis.
A ajuns istovit
Intr-un loc parasit
Unde a-ncercat si a cautat........
Nici el nu stia ce si cum sa caute insa................
Un val de energii puternice de culori aprinse asemenea unor tornade au inceput sa-l invarta de colo pana colo. In timpul calatoriilor cosmice ale minti sale vedea imagini din trecut pe care si le amintea de undeva........ dintr-un cotlon al universului sau interior.
Vanturile incepeau sa se inteteasca.
In noaptea de foc se dezlantuia dansul sufletelor care-i aratau noi carari spre necunoscut, noi intersectii ale luminii cu intunericul.
Voci necunoscute insa parca desprinse dintr-un jurnal ii strigau numele si apoi.....
Bezna totala...
Doctorul D. Stevens analiza cu atentie monitoarele si dupa ce s-a asigurat ca starea pacientulue e buna a parasit sala zambind.
Johnny, omuletul in varsta de numai 5 ani se trezi intr-un simtitor iz de dezinfectant fara sa-si dea seama unde se afla......
Peste alti 20 de ani si-a amintit ca voia sa faca un lucru nepermis.... voia sa treaca pe rosu. Ceva trebuia schimbat. Rosu fusese culoarea lui preferata si ar fi vrut sa inventeze o lege care sa le dea voie pietonilor sa treaca de cealalta parte a strazii sau a vietii pe culoarea interzisa..............
In fiecare zi colinda prin toate muzeele privind curios tablourile. Dupa inchidere el ramanea uitat pebanca vreunui parc. Parea ca sta acolo si nu-si da seama de zarva din jurul lui, de oamenii agitati, de masinile colorate care i se perindau prin fata. Statea acolo ca un unic obdervator lipsit de ocupatie si totusi orb la lumea care era intr-o perpetua miscare.
Intr-o zi insa incolti in el gandul de a ajunge dincolo de neanturile cele mai indepartate si de a intalni divinitatea. Avand acest scop in inima a continuat sa creeze cai imaginare pe care alerga zi si noapte in cauatrea adevarului absolut pana cand...........
La o ora tarzie,
Intr-o noapte pustie
In acel negru vis
Desprins din paradis.
A ajuns istovit
Intr-un loc parasit
Unde a-ncercat si a cautat........
Nici el nu stia ce si cum sa caute insa................
Un val de energii puternice de culori aprinse asemenea unor tornade au inceput sa-l invarta de colo pana colo. In timpul calatoriilor cosmice ale minti sale vedea imagini din trecut pe care si le amintea de undeva........ dintr-un cotlon al universului sau interior.
Vanturile incepeau sa se inteteasca.
In noaptea de foc se dezlantuia dansul sufletelor care-i aratau noi carari spre necunoscut, noi intersectii ale luminii cu intunericul.
Voci necunoscute insa parca desprinse dintr-un jurnal ii strigau numele si apoi.....
Bezna totala...
Doctorul D. Stevens analiza cu atentie monitoarele si dupa ce s-a asigurat ca starea pacientulue e buna a parasit sala zambind.
Johnny, omuletul in varsta de numai 5 ani se trezi intr-un simtitor iz de dezinfectant fara sa-si dea seama unde se afla......
Peste alti 20 de ani si-a amintit ca voia sa faca un lucru nepermis.... voia sa treaca pe rosu. Ceva trebuia schimbat. Rosu fusese culoarea lui preferata si ar fi vrut sa inventeze o lege care sa le dea voie pietonilor sa treaca de cealalta parte a strazii sau a vietii pe culoarea interzisa..............
luni, 13 septembrie 2010
Radio Nowhere
Based on Bruce Springsteen's marvelous song intituled RADIO NOWHERE released in 2008.
I wanted to seak a road that would take me home. I always wanted to be heard and be connected to everyone through the dreamy radiowaves so I have decided to create a brand new radio station which is to be heard ANYWHERE from the secret land of NOWHERE.
I want everyone to scream with joy.
May the guitars sing!
May the drumms pound!
May everyone speak in their language!
May you wake up in the morning and hear ''HELLO! THIS IS RADIO NOWHERE'' all the time.
Listen to the vibration of the music while it twirls through all the bits of your body. Seak the power of the sound deep inside your dreams! Come to the magic of the moment and get to know yourself.
Travell through the wildest of your imaginary films, impruve your feelings for the rest of the world, don't get lost, don't get frightened! You're just going to be carried away by the tune so come with us because RADIO NOWHERE IS EVERYWHERE!
I wanted to seak a road that would take me home. I always wanted to be heard and be connected to everyone through the dreamy radiowaves so I have decided to create a brand new radio station which is to be heard ANYWHERE from the secret land of NOWHERE.
I want everyone to scream with joy.
May the guitars sing!
May the drumms pound!
May everyone speak in their language!
May you wake up in the morning and hear ''HELLO! THIS IS RADIO NOWHERE'' all the time.
Listen to the vibration of the music while it twirls through all the bits of your body. Seak the power of the sound deep inside your dreams! Come to the magic of the moment and get to know yourself.
Travell through the wildest of your imaginary films, impruve your feelings for the rest of the world, don't get lost, don't get frightened! You're just going to be carried away by the tune so come with us because RADIO NOWHERE IS EVERYWHERE!
marți, 7 septembrie 2010
Starting To Find Out The Truth
Oh my darling can't you see
That the world has torn you'ppart?
Oh my lovely child can't you
Try and play some of our art?
I don't care how smart you are
You will be a toy for me.
I'll laugh when you'll be falling down
And there'll be nothing left to see.
Thus you will shine in other's eyes
While I'll be playing with your mind.
Bringing ilusion to your life
Until you'll leave it all behind.
This is how a diplomatic corporatist will act my friends so please SAY NO TO THE SYSTEM AND AVOID THE LOVELY PEOPLE WHO SMILE IN YOUR FACE BUT ARE PREPAIRING TO BACKSTAB YOU JUST AS YOU LOOK AWAY!!!
That the world has torn you'ppart?
Oh my lovely child can't you
Try and play some of our art?
I don't care how smart you are
You will be a toy for me.
I'll laugh when you'll be falling down
And there'll be nothing left to see.
Thus you will shine in other's eyes
While I'll be playing with your mind.
Bringing ilusion to your life
Until you'll leave it all behind.
This is how a diplomatic corporatist will act my friends so please SAY NO TO THE SYSTEM AND AVOID THE LOVELY PEOPLE WHO SMILE IN YOUR FACE BUT ARE PREPAIRING TO BACKSTAB YOU JUST AS YOU LOOK AWAY!!!
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