Din ciclul "Cugetari"

Givers & Takers

astanueblog — Fri, 27 Jan 2012 00:07:24 +0000

Vine o vreme cand trebuie sa mananci toata imensitatea aia de alb cu gust amarui si sa o transformi in apa. Sa cureti griurile cu rece, sa ingheti momentul , fibrele din pulover, zambetul si ochii. Sa arunci discurile, cele demachiante si cele carnivore, sa-ti cumperi perechea ta de papuci de casa cu care sa urci toti muntii prin zapada rece si nesatula.

Trebuie sa-ti purifici prin ardere continua intreaga genetica a ideilor, sa respiri galben verzui, sa aduni toate detaliile sticloase, acre si taioase in cutia dulce si rosie ascunsa intr-o poveste nespusa inca, in dulapul de jos.

Vine si minutul in care trebuie sa renunti la fiecare fibra, la fiecare por, la culoare, la lumina, la tine. Si trebuie sa aduni marea ta in sticla cu mesajul ala scris cu CAPS, cu destinatarul pierdut. E mesajul din Drafts, cel cu care mergi pe strada, cel care te asteapta de la serviciu, care un te lasa sa adormi si iti umple plamanii de mult prea mult aer.

Si trebuie sa scoti si fumul ala vanilat dinauntrul sentimentelor si disperarilor tale, sa arzi tacerile din piept, sa cureti praful de pe “viitor”, sa incepi cu verde, sa termini cu rosu, sa un te mai intorci.

Getting sick of this endlessness

astanueblog — Sun, 08 Jan 2012 20:56:16 +0000

Oldie but Goodie

astanueblog — Mon, 26 Dec 2011 21:44:28 +0000

Radiohead-Talk Show Host

Colour my life with chaos of trouble

astanueblog — Sat, 17 Dec 2011 18:23:12 +0000

Chill & Heal

astanueblog — Sat, 17 Dec 2011 08:03:46 +0000

I’ll give you The Present, live it !

astanueblog — Tue, 13 Dec 2011 22:08:54 +0000

Never Let Me Go

astanueblog — Sun, 11 Dec 2011 12:45:06 +0000

I don’t think about you anymore… but I don’t think about you any less

astanueblog — Sun, 11 Dec 2011 00:10:45 +0000

The Future Sound of the Past

astanueblog — Thu, 08 Dec 2011 22:07:14 +0000

Everything becomes just a song

astanueblog — Wed, 07 Dec 2011 23:22:30 +0000

Every fist step in the summer sun, all my colours, the backpack full of dreams, every stolen smile, all the laughs, those nights and all the late velvet mornings .The stupid movies,the weird meals, whatching the clouds from above, the stars in my eyes, the mess from my head and my room.

All the (good) coffees in the World, the long summer walks, each hole in the concrete, home, Madrid, Bruxelles, London, my bad french, all my drama and my disappointments, my childish laugh, my bitter jokes, my serious plans. All those warm free summer days and all the scented nights, my long stupid hair, my blue jeans coverall, my happy shoes, my friendly friends, ME.

The things we have in common, the distances, the idea of you, the misunderstandings, the things that tare us apart. Your skin, your sharp tooth, your childish eyes, your crazy plans, your serious dreams, your weird food, your music, your wake up calls, your good nights, your coasters, your selfishness, your ignorance, your girlfriend, YOU.

PS: Arely, nothing lasts 4ever!