SI DACA....

Era deja a treia zi in care Maria refuza sa isi revina sa iasa din casa si sa isi continue viata...timp de trei zile a stat in pat si a scris...a scris absolut tot ce i-a trecut prin cap,nepasandu-i ca poate la un moment dat cand va citi ce a scris se va teme de propriile ei ganduri,a descoperit in scris un mode de a se descarca de a se debarasa de tot ce era in mintea ei...nici macar nu si-a dat seama ca au trecut trei zile de cand intrase in aceasta stare.
La un moment dat hotari sa se ridice din pat si sa mearga la fereastra..simtea ca privind prin ea va putea evada din lumea in care se simtea captiva...privi cerul..era intunecat si arata de-a dreptul infricosator,insa in spatele norilor plini de ploaie Maria stia ca exista si un soare care va reusi sa isi faca loc si sa isi arate razele luminoase si calde....Insa de trei zile Maria se rupsese total de realitate pierduse contactul cu ceilalti cu lumea inconjuratoare si abia acum realiza ca nici nu mai putea sa auda...singurele lucruri pe care le mai auzea erau gandurile ei navalind unul peste altul si parca nevrand sa se mai opreasca...intra usor in panica si se intreba daca chiar este adevarat ce se intampla sau daca viseaza...Se intinse usor in pat privea catre geamul oval de la mansarda si vedea cum picaturile de ploaie curgeau neincetat insa de aceasta data nu le mai putea auzi...simtea cu intreg trupul ei aroma umeda a ploii insa nu o putea auzi cum intra in contact cu materia...nu mai auzea nimic...gandurile o navalira iar..lua chitara in brate si incepu sa planga..ce avea sa se faca de acum incolo...singurul lucru care o facea pe deplin fericita era acum imposibil...incepu sa cante nu stia exact cum suna...insa canta dupa cum simtea si inregistra totul...Privi afara ploaia incepu sa se opreasca...lua caseta si o puse sa o asculte...si da..suna minunat...auzea perfect vocea
ei cristalina si sunetul magic al chitarii...
acum stia sigur ca nu ar fi putut sa traiasca fara muzica si fara ca urechile ei sa auda sunetul
colorat al ploii de pe acoperisul ei....
Afara incepu iar sa ploua...dar Maria iesi afara...ploaia ii dadu acel ceva de care avea nevoie...zambi si incepu sa alerge...

make your life better

VERSURILE UNEI MELODII PE CARE O AM DE MAI MULT TIMP IN CALCULATOR...SUNT ADEVARATE SFATURI SI LECTII DE VIATA....

Sunscreen Song
BUZ LUHRMANN

Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’97
Wear sunscreen
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be
it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by
scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable
than my own meandering
experience…I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not
understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.
But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and
recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before
you and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you
imagine.

Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as
effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing
bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that
never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm
on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing everyday that scares you

Sing

Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with
people who are reckless with yours.

Floss

Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes
you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with
yourself.

Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you
succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch

Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your
life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they
wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year
olds I know still don’t.

Get plenty of calcium.

Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.

Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,maybe
you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky
chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t
congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your
choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body,
use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people
think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever
own..

Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.

Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.

Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.

(Brother and sister together we'll make it through
Someday your spirit will take you and guide you there
I know you've been hurting, and I know I've been waiting to be there
for you. And I'll be there, just tell me now, whenever I can.
Everybody's free.)

Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for
good.

Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the
people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you
should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and
lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you
knew when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live
in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will
philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize
that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were
noble and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund,
maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one
might run out.

Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will
look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who
supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of
fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the
ugly parts and recycling it for more than
it’s worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen…

(Brother and sister together we'll make it through
Someday your spirit will take you and guide you there
I know you've been hurting, and I know I've been waiting to be there
for you. And I'll be there, just tell me now, whenever I can.
Everybody's free.)

A plouat aseara...

A plouat aseara tare si incet
Si privind pe geam gandul imi indrept
Catre tine poate ce departe esti
Si de acolo tainic,ai vrea s imi zambesti...

A plouat aseara tare si prea incet
Capul usor,mi l-am lasat pe piept
Pe pieptul tau fierbinte,unde inima batea
Si-auzaeam tainic,in soapta ma striga...

A plouat aseara nici tare nici incet
Peste noi intinsi cu capul pe-al tau piept
A plouat aseara peste amandoi
Ce stateam intinsi si goi in lanul de trifoi
A plouat aseara......