lavender ribbons of rain -cocorosie(werewolf) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=51K4cUTuvc0

gloomy sunday

just one of those days...when you've got nothing to do and nothing makes you happy...just a big f***ing void

e.e.cummings

may i feel said he

(i'll squeal said she

just once said he)

(may i touch said he

how much said she

a lot said he)

why not said she.

(let's go said he

not too far said she

what's too far said he

where you are said she)

may i stay said he

(which way said she

like this said he

if you kiss said she

may i move said he

is it love said she)

if you're willing said he

(but you're killing said she

but it's life said he

but your wife said she

now said he)

ow said she

(tiptop said he

don't stop said she

oh no said he)

go slow said she

(cccome!said he

ummm said she

you're divine!said he

(you are mine said she)

Moartea mea din flori- Cristian Popescu

''Ea ma iubeste.Si nu are decat o singura dorinta:sa ma vada ingropat in Cismigiu,la leagane,la nisip.Sa am gropari numai copii.Cu lopatele si cu galetusa.Sa ma ingroape de dimineata pana seara,in fiecare zi.Ea nu stie ca nu-i pe lumea asta mormant mai bun ca-n Cismigiu.Numai de la atata si atata joaca ti se pot odihni bine pacatele.Si sa mai vina si ea din cand in cand sa-mi faca cate-un monument,un castel din nisip.

Ea-moartea mea din flori.

Mereu a visat ca fruntea ei ridata,labartata va fi folosita drept cotor de piele la un exemplar de lux al editiei mele de postume.

Toata viata m-a rugat sa scriu un roman pornografic special pentru fruntea ei.

A ei-a mortii mele din flori.

Bineinteles ca a ramas si gravida cu mine.Si nu numai o data-de nenumarate ori.

Ramanea gravida numai cu lacrima.Ma punea sa plang in ea toata noaptea.

In ea-in moartea mea din flori.

In fiecare seara,dinauntru,din pervazul oglinzii,fluiera ingeru',languros,dupa ea.

Ca trece zi de zi pe strada asta a lui si-o stie si-o place.

Pe ea-moartea mea din flori.

Ea ma iubeste.Si n-ar mai vrea decat ca masca mea mortuara,marita enorm,uriasa,sa fie turnata in argint si folosita drept acoperis pe una din turlele bisericii de pe str.Olimpului,acolo unde ne-am facut noi,de mult,nunta.Dar eu i-am spus ca asta ar fi prea de tot,ca nu se poate,ca prea exagereaza,ca pur si simplu ne-am face de ras amandoi.Asa i-am spus.

Eu-viata ei grea,imputita,din flori.''

pe culmile disperarii

''In lumea aceasta inca n-a murit nimeni de suferinta altuia.Iar acela care a zis ca moare pentru noi n-a murit,ci a fost omorat.''

Pe culmile disperarii-E.Cioran

''Singuratatea adevarata este numai aceea in care te simti absolut izolat intre cer si pamant.''

Eloisa to Abelard-A.Pope

''No,fly me,fly me,far as pole from pole;

Rise Alps between us!and whole oceans roll!

Ah,come not,write not,think not once of me,

Nor share one pang of all i felt for thee.

Thy oaths i quit,thy memory resign;

Forget,renounce me,hate whate'er was mine.''

Eloisa to Abelard-A.Pope

''How often must it love,how often hate!

How often hope,despair,resent,regret,

Conceal,disdain-do all things but forget.''

insomnia

''Diferenta dintre iad si rai nu poate fi decat aceasta:in rai poti dormi cat vrei,in iad niciodata.''-Emil Cioran