tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58777717589086215122024-03-08T04:22:22.366-08:00my serendipities-just the way life happens-my serendipitieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12950321693605750762noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877771758908621512.post-2348675539711993822011-07-12T04:40:00.000-07:002011-07-12T04:40:50.097-07:00mais j' trouve pas d' refrain a notre histoire...azi e ceai de menta, un zambet amar si un drum abrupt spre singuratate.<br />
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A trecut ceva timp, nu mult, de cand te privesc, te aud, ma incanti, ma inveti... Te vad in fiecare seara, cand simt ca timpul deschide cai spre confesiune... Te vad chiar daca nu esti, si asta ma face sa cred ca intr-adevar existi.<br />
Nu iti cunosc ochii si totusi le simt licarirea... si praful de pe gene.. M-au purtat nopti de-a randul cuvintele tale si mi-am pierdut drumul spre casa. l-am gasit apoi tot prin tine..<br />
Ti-am vazut mastile si bucuria, ti-am vazut si inima ascunsa si-am scris pe ea simplu: "minciuna"... si iar am regretat. <br />
Exista melancolii pe care nu le-ai da in schimbul niciunei bucurii imense si zgomotoase.. Ei bine, uite-ma, captiva celei mai inaltatoare melancolii.. Si din nou te vad... te vad asa cum imi vad ridurile din suflet. <br />
Te-am vazut razand noapte de noapte, impaturand timpul in inima ta mare si lasandu-te prada momentelor de nebunie... As fi vrut sa te chem, dar nu m-ai fi auzit.. si nu ai fi inteles... Eu m-am imprastiat la rascruce de vanturi, bucati din mine pluteau si-n jurul tau noapte de noapte.. Dar si eu sunt doar o masca a ta.<br />
Am scapat o bucata din inima, in tine.. M-am pierdut acolo, cu greu am invatat sa respir in inima altcuiva... <br />
Si-asa te-am vazut noapte de noapte, clipa de clipa, atunci cand nu striveai timpul in pumn.. Si-ai simtit ca-s parte din tine si totusi nu sunt... E doar un ciob de inima speriata, care te vede... Priveste-ma si tu, si-asculta... Si nu iubi... Mai bine lasa-ma sa-ti scot ciobul din inima.my serendipitieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12950321693605750762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877771758908621512.post-85280661061851536482011-07-04T08:28:00.000-07:002011-07-04T08:28:18.166-07:00disguisedi admit it, i like being a mess. it's who i am. trapped in a maze of emotions, choked with the dust of the past and the sand of tomorrow, i am a mess. and i dont belong to myself. it's like there's a mad hoerder who saves everything he finds: worthless pieces, wonderful things, shiny or monochrome stuff that might come his way... he saves them all, in the worst and best place ever: inside of me. i'm a mess with pretty hair. and i wont run away from it. yesterday i remembered a particular part of my mess... that's the Goodbye part, all the goodbyes i said along the way.. <br />
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Five years ago, my friend brings his girlfriend to a worship meeting. I see her, i'm amazed of her natural blond hair, and i know i already know a part of her soul. she knows too, because we stare at eachother for a minute... After the concert, we go to the cemetary, my favorite place to mend broken pieces of my heart. He stays in front of a grave stone, lost in his own little world; she... turns her back to us and floates to a black, shiny stone. her shoulders are shaking, i can tell she's crying. i feel her pain so deep, that my eyes fill with tears too. why do i have to feel so intense?) i steal a white flower, a carnation, from an abandoned grave on which the wind had carried flowers (nobody is forgotten..), i pat the blond girl on the shoulder and i hand her the flower.. she starts to cry so hard, that i hold her in my arms... (There's music in the air, a sad rock song coming from my friend's ipod.. ) we stay there for a while, we bond, we connect, we feel, we love... When we part, we exchange addresses, and they go home, to the pretty town with the pretty castle... The next day, we start writing to eachother.. she comes to visit once, i wait for her in the train station and she brings a smile and a knitted bag for me, just for me, made by her own blond hands... We listen to music, we share secrets, we visit eachother a lot, we bond even more when we find we have the same deepest obsession that we never shared with anyone... we have sleepovers, we cook together, we love eachother... I dont share like that with anyone, and she lets me in her darkest part of life.. I'm there, holding her hand; she's holding mine.. When i visit her in the pretty town with the pretty castle, i see she has kept the flower.. it's now dry, but perfect... it looks even better when it's dry, it looks like the colour of her hair that holds my heart beats... After a while, she moves farther away, and we still write to eachother. But i'm afraid she might love me more that i can offer her.. i'm afraid the mess inside me will catch her along and mess her up as well, even more that she already is.. I need her so much, but i run away from her, just as i did with all the wonderful people in my life.. I don't wanna let her down.. i know how it feels, i had my heart broken a thousand times by the same girl, and i wouldnt want to hurt other people the way i was hurt. so i wont hurt my blond friend. she's just a chapter in my novel, she's just a face in my painting.. So i leave, and she doesnt object, she knows... She knows how much my heart bleeded so many times before, that what i feel it's not pain anymore, but nostalgia. so she is brave, i am brave. we say goodbye because we're afraid of friendship....<br />
I hear she's well now, she's happy and loved the way she deserves to be... And she still keeps my dry flower next to her bed, so she wont forget that someone had the power to love her from the first minute...my serendipitieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12950321693605750762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877771758908621512.post-54611668857899325002011-05-14T16:00:00.000-07:002011-05-14T16:03:50.866-07:00reminiscing...Lately, my soul has sounded like Jon Foreman's song, "the cure for the pain"... I doubt that someone would actually read this post, this blog, but if someone does,.. if YOU do, then... listen to this, it has an immediate effect on one's heart...<br />
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A man of God once told me that i need to spend a lot of time thinking that "there is a time for everything"; that i should actually mark in my diary everything that i discover concerning "everything in its own time"... And i did that, if not in writting, at least in feeling, and thinking...<br />
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I had tried to find a cure for the pain, but... oooooh, the verses from Ecclesiastes 3 seemed to tell me that it was time for me to throw away all the worries and doubts.. to embrace the mistery again, to taste the unknown , to enter the narrow gate again... So i started to build a valuable faith, knowing that God sees my struggle... I had to learn that indeed, there is a time to tear and to mend, to love and to hate, to be silent and to speak, to search and to give up, but the hardest to accept was verse 8: "a time for war and a time for peace."... The war has its own time... even the war is allowed by God... Even the wounds, burns and longing for home; the agony of a war where you doubt your own existence, when the death that you see everywhere seems to rot in your bones and you feel that nowhere will you find salvation... when you feel that even God has turned His eyes away from you and not even the dreams hold the promise of a fullfilled future... So even this war, this emotional struggle, has its own time (and may i add, purpose...) And then.. there's PEACE... even peace is <span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"><span class="hps" title="Klik voor alternatieve vertalingen">prophesied... When the battle freezes you more than you can bare, when you feel that nothing could ever warm you up again, there comes the Peace, like a spring from Heaven,.. the peace promised long time ago, before knowing there would even be a war... Even the Peace has an appointed time... And it gently flows over you, taking care of the wounds dug in your meat, in your heart... The wounds remain, and unlike the birth pains, these will never be forgotten.. They make you old, they humble you, but the peace comes in its time, and tames them. The war grows you so you can learn to receive peace... And peace gets you closer to God...</span></span><br />
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<span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"><span class="hps" title="Klik voor alternatieve vertalingen">These were my thoughts 4 years ago, and now, after such a long time, i remembered that period, and i was surprised to find myself dealing with some of the same matters, only now, i'm joyfull and patient,.. now, my faith has grown in the One who showed me His glory some summers ago... 4 years ago, i was a lost soldier trying to win a war that i never understood. Now, i'm a found soul in the hands of the supreme PEACE... There was a time for war, because i learnt to appreciate peace. and peace, .. well.. it got me closer to Life:)</span></span>my serendipitieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12950321693605750762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877771758908621512.post-56149222648270463722011-05-11T05:58:00.000-07:002011-05-11T06:52:24.099-07:00another two years older, and three more steps behind...i'm constantly missing home, friendship and warmth... Two evenings ago, i opened all the windows, all the doors.. the wind was dancing around me, in the house, and the wet weather filled my lungs, forcing me into a sweet surrender... This song popped in my mind and i listened carefully to each lyric, letting the drizzle carry me to the most alive part of my past...<br />
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i grabbed all the pillows i could find, rushed to the balcony and choked the bench in soft material, and then dived right into them... oh, gosh, if you could see that sunset! i was totally lost, my heart stopped! all the sky was red, and the drizzle slapped my face, defying my tears, reminding me of something i though i'd lost... and then it hit me, the smell!! the smell of summer evenings in my country... the smell of me and friends around the fire, reading the bible and longing for God's presence in us... you know, that moist smell, the flavor of thin rain that caresses your face in your deepest search of divinity and Comfort... i had it again, i smelled it again, in this foreign place that i cant call my home! God gave me this glimpse of past that i thought i had lost... and it was liberating, so liberating... though my heart was torn, it was the best to praise Him in the storm... and i remembered these beautiful lyrics and the melody that always carried me through sad times:<br />
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"I remember when I stumbled in the wind<br />
You heard my cry to You<br />
and raised me up again<br />
my strength is almost gone how can I carry on<br />
if I can't find You<br />
and as the thunder rolls<br />
I barely hear You whisper through the rain<br />
"I'm with you"<br />
and as Your mercy falls<br />
I raise my hands and praise<br />
the God who gives and takes away "<br />
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i never can put into words my feeligs, as much as i try, i just cant.. i cant describe the feeling i had when, facing God's greatness, my annoying long nose smelled the summers of my highest days..I saw us together again, friends around the fire, praying crying laughing bonding through God's grace... i could feel our warmth, as i stood still on the fluffy pillows... my husband wanted to close the windows, he was cold.. well i was burning! how can a memory, how can a smell and a visual sight get you to physically feel what you've felt many years ago? is it just me? is it a miracle for my wearry soul? it sure felt that way... And i was flying, trying to enjoy the living memory to the max, but on the other hand, i was broken... because, even though my bible was shinning in my hands, i was alone. and i wondered once again, isnt God enough for me?..well, as ashamed i am to admit it, sometimes, He's just not.. i wished i had my friends, or any other soul, close to me.. to feel the wonder.. but i had to give it to Him.. He brought order in my chaos, and He brough beauty in my empty days...<br />
still... i realised just how big of a storm is my inner being... i cant be myself in this strange land, i cant find th peace i had back home.. only scattered feelings slide in what used to be ME and i dont know if it's the helplesness that chokes me, or if it's the regret and the attemt of living a different past, a different me in a different scenario.. The fact that i cant be myself, that i cant let God be himself in me, .. it kills me... I'm longing for rain in a deserted place and no one knows and never will know how my heart beats today.<br />
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In the soul, a sad morning shines. In the eyes, a sad longing for Heaven simmers. God does everything He can to bring me back, i see this, i feel it, but... i defy everything and i move along on an empty path.. I remember what a man of prayer told me once when he had a vision about me.. He saw me walking alone on a long street,crying quietly, and told me that this will be my life's destiny, to never be completely understood.. but then,he saw a Man, who started walking along side me, with his head bowed down, and he started to cry with me. we walked a long time in silence, until i stopped and asked Him who He was.. He said He was Jesus, and He'll never ask questions, He'll just walk beside me all my life, cry with me and rejoyce with me... I remember i was pissed!! i hated that vision! me, never understood, never accepted completely?? me, walking with a Jesus that can only cry when i'm lost?? oooh, how much i underestimated Him and His power in my life... it's been many years since that vision, and my life turned out to be pretty much what the man saw when he put his hands above my head... and Jesus pretty much does everything He promissed, he walks beside me, he's the bestfriend in the world... even though sometimes He's so quiet that i cant stand it! <br />
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oh and what did i learn from my 2-days-ago-experience? i learned that those years when God was just a supernatural force that had the power to forgive, give, take away, punish and forgive again, passed, are gone! He became the rainbow after the storms of my uncertainties and despair; the wing that carries my soul to universes unknown to others; the warm wing that is my HOME, home home home! and in this storm, i'm praising Him, and i'm moving forward, towards You, my Father... At the end of the road, it's not a gap. it's You.. the one who gave and took away, and the One who teaches me how to accept this fact.. friends or no friends, warmth or no warmth at all, You remain my all in all!my serendipitieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12950321693605750762noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877771758908621512.post-29509836498368881672011-03-30T03:41:00.000-07:002011-03-30T03:42:26.103-07:00amo en lo simple y lo complejayesterday night we spoke spanish for a while, and it reminded me of this song... i have such a strange feeling when i hear it,.. it might be a smell, or a dream, or a person, or a season.. i dont know.. but the song brings me back blind but peaceful memories...<br />
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what a terrible night, knowing that any second the alarm would go off and my baby will leave again to the most awful place... i've watched over him, learning his way of breathing by heart, fearing that i might lose him by going to sleep.. oh, if i could blend his body with mine, and keep it so tight that he'd never leave again... <br />
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my peace and joy...<br />
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i sometimes love my sadness and loneliness, but i cant bare seeing depression in his eyes... i see him every morning going to a place that crushes his dreams, and i let him go with the most desperate prayer on my lips, that he will come back happy.... but he comes back trembling, my baby comes back trembling... and i wanna die rather than see him crushed...<br />
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my baby... our song is burried in the light of your eyes, and i can only hope it will bring you great sight in the heart of things... when you are lonely, my whispered prayer will tickle your ears, and when in a crowded place, you will find redemption...<br />
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your dreams WILL come true, i promise this with all my heart! i will do everyhting in my power to bring back the joy on your face! let this promis light up your night and give you hope on your way...<br />
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we are so far away from everything that means LIFE, rehabilitation, salvation... we are trapped in the circle of imbalance..we've become a part of desert that's longing for relief.. not for rain, because the desert cant bare rain, but for relief... <br />
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i love him from far and from close, i love him with shadows and lights, i love him when there's nothing against us, and i love him more when it all turns around to bite us... everything that's in the world, i take it and divide it to two, and my baby feels my warmth cus otherwise he wouldnt survive in this shit hole...<br />
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for a few days, something unexpected happened: he became desperate for me, his lips have the shape of my name and every passing second that we have together is an ocassion to renew our love and addiction to eachother... our hearts are dancing together and this renews our home, it gives us more meaning than ever, because desperation brought us together, instead of locking us separately, in each of our own little worlds... he's the blooming wall of my captivity and we're trembling like leaves in front of the future, but our inner world is an eternal harmony that no one will ever steal!my serendipitieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12950321693605750762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877771758908621512.post-53929552997301038032011-03-28T04:35:00.000-07:002011-03-28T04:46:18.058-07:00bothering the roses with your soulMy baby is far again, he works in a place he hates instead of doing what he loves.. are we too young to touch our dreams? are we too young to write a song, are we too young to take a beautiful photograph, are we too young to travel the world?... <br />
i've always felt i was born before my time, i've always felt too old for my dreams, but screw it, today i'm dreaming big time, for both of us my baby! <br />
this is how my heart sounds like today:<br />
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thinking back on all the sad moments, i see that my heart always conquered everything and many times, it's actually known happiness precisely because of those moments... so no matter what's waiting ahead of me, i'm floating to it with no shield on. i'm vulnerable and scared, as always, but i'm welcoming whatever might come, because it will eventually turn out to be a great thing...<br />
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again, this cant be called a serendipity as it is purely an epiphany, and the epiphany from today smells like red colored roses and it tastes like a december sun...my serendipitieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12950321693605750762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877771758908621512.post-30027629320439177922011-03-27T13:34:00.000-07:002011-03-30T03:45:40.092-07:00something impossiblemy weekend sounded like this:<br />
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whatever happened to the great escape, and all the plans we made...<br />
sometimes i see people that remind me of broken pieces, and i started to love broken pieces, but just the ones that cant be mend... <br />
i love their long search for something they'll never find<br />
i love their mistery and their irony<br />
i love their laughter<br />
i imagine how their pillow looks like after they wake up and go to wash the dreams off their faces... all the wrinkles from the pillows... i want to invent a mechanism that would make them liquid, and then inject them in my veins, feed myself with the shadow of what once used to hold their beautiful faces...<br />
so here's another story about a serendipity, but this one never happened for real,still, it could happen anytime, anywhere, as long as i carry the longing in my heart...my serendipitieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12950321693605750762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877771758908621512.post-44529355340666884832011-03-17T23:34:00.001-07:002011-03-30T03:46:06.519-07:00how my dreams they spin me round<iframe title="YouTube video player" width="520" height="40" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/B7Y5tn1i0_k" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br />
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How my thoughts they spin me 'round<br />
And how my thoughts they let me down<br />
And how my thoughts they spin me 'round<br />
And how my thoughts they let me down...<br />
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I dont know how to survive in this world.. his eyes and his arms make me feel safe for exactely 10 minutes a day.. and then we're apart again.. I dont understand this world, these people, their laughter and their ways. i cant imagine how a lonely soul can survive far away from home... God teach me how to live away from my heart! please teach me how to love these people that annoy me, these people that dont know how to feel! <br />
today, the metaphors fade away, today, all my thoughts they spin me round... it's all in my head now, because the heart cant take it anymore.. all the longing, all the missing, all the reminiscing... i was born in july, but my heart feels like december and today i hate the cold!<br />
i miss my friend, i miss my family, my home, my beautiful country, the friendly look on the people's faces... <br />
all the rage inside me tattoed the HATE word on my soul, even though i dont actually get the true meaning of it... <br />
this is so not a serentipity, i know, but i'm wondering, what if this is supposed to mean more than just a burrial of an old soul? what if it will actually awaken something lost?... ooooh, but i dont have time to waste! a day feels like an eternity, and and every minutes makes a wrinkle on my heart... i soon might need a freakin transplant and i'm so afraid of a new heart!<br />
God, just give me home again!my serendipitieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12950321693605750762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877771758908621512.post-25808830865205078382011-03-16T14:48:00.000-07:002011-03-30T03:46:26.774-07:00alone again, naturallyi thought i was healed.. but yet there are so many empty spaces, so many voids waiting to be filled.. <br />
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i'm doubting everything.. love, friendship, peace, dreams.. i'm a stranger in the coldest land..<br />
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i found some letters, from my closest two friends... written many, many years ago... we were so ALIVE! so romantic, so eager to live every second at its highest intensity... i remembered our tears, and how lonesome we'd been without eachother... <br />
we were found in a pool of desperation, we found eachother in misery, trying to survive the world's coldness, trying to believe in love, in friendship.. we LIVED for love and friendship... and when we felt we were about to lose it, we fought so much to stay alive...<br />
i realise now that when we went apart, ... my heart died. and today it's the first time i'm admitting it..<br />
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because today,... i see how lonely i am... i cant care for anybody anymore, i cant believe that there are still wonderful people, and i cant fight to get them close... i cant believe in love, or at least i feel that im losing it... <br />
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i wanna be 18 again, when it was so easy to speak with your heart.. when you were not concerned of what people might think, when you were not afraid people might leave, when you just lived for love and love lived inside you...<br />
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for the first time in many years, i am sooo vulnerable... and for the first time in so many years i dont care anymore what people with ice cold hearts might think! because it's their fault i'm alone again! someone build me a time machine, a one-hour time machine, it's more than enough! just one hour in my sweet 18s, just one hour with my dearest friends, to tell them how sorry i am we've lost eachother... how sorry i am that our sweet 18s just lasted for 2 seconds.. the only memories i have of them are your sad, loving letters, and your smiles burried in my heart... i need a time machine to remember that we still have souls!<br />
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"The world is no longer a romantic place. Some of its people still are however, and therein lies the promise. Don't let the world win, Ally McBeal."my serendipitieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12950321693605750762noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877771758908621512.post-29875180684364204882011-02-23T19:55:00.000-08:002011-03-30T03:46:45.506-07:00it's coming on christmas (again)i was thinking of christmas lately, i remembered how far away i was from everything that's important... i had robert singing "river" the whole time, and i wished i had my own river to skate away on...<br />
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after last christmas, the snow faded away and it didnt come back... and lately, i've been missing it so much... i'm just not ready for spring... so tonight my baby tells me to look outside the window... there it was, everything covered in white,... and my frozen heart makes sense now, while it's drentched in white snow... i have God and the best husband one could ever imagine... and thats it. thats all i have. no wonder it's snowing when people expect the spring to come... i feel the nature is played by my heart and no one realises... and i stil wish i had a river...<br />
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i made my baby cry...my serendipitieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12950321693605750762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877771758908621512.post-35594741569911929682011-02-13T23:32:00.000-08:002011-03-30T03:47:12.069-07:00if you forget the words, just hummi-am inceput ziua cu un vis, c-o rugaciune, un sarut si ceai fierbinte de lamaie:) si Tony Burrows imi implineste dimineata cu "The Humming Song":)<br />
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oooh ce dimineata! imi miroase toata casa a ceai cu lamaie, si gustul buzelor lui a ramas adanc intiparit in mine...<br />
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fredonez melodii de dragoste si parca dimineata e la fel de frumoasa si fara el, pentru ca acum imi amintesc cum e sa-i duc dorul...<br />
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ne-au purtat anii departe, atat de departe ca nu mai zarim nicicun tarm la orizont, dar acum putem vedea in sfarsit stelele... am uitat sa vorbim, dar am invatat sa fredonam... <br />
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Inca doua ore si se va intoarce acasamy serendipitieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12950321693605750762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877771758908621512.post-91318991861670272072011-02-13T11:13:00.000-08:002011-03-30T03:47:27.534-07:00from way up there, you and I, you and I, you and IMy lover showed up from nowhere<br />
i've never expected him<br />
he's my biggest serendipity<br />
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My lover is a husband<br />
a child<br />
a poet but he doesnt know it<br />
a home<br />
a refuge <br />
my greatest joy<br />
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my lover meets me in my darkest moments and lightens up my heart <br />
he's my human photoshop: he makes my eyes brighter and my smile larger<br />
he erases all my worries and replaces them with hope<br />
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Ingrid Michaelson says it all:) <br />
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"don't you worry, there my honey<br />
we might not have any money<br />
but we've got our love to pay the bills<br />
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maybe I think you're cute and funny,<br />
maybe I wanna do what bunnies do with you,<br />
if you know what I mean<br />
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Oh, let's get rich and buy our parents homes in the South of France<br />
let's get rich and give everybody nice sweaters<br />
and teach them how to dance<br />
let's get rich and build our house on a mountain<br />
making everybody look like ants<br />
from way up there, you and I, you and I, you and I,<br />
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well you might be a bit confused<br />
and you might be a little bit bruised<br />
but baby how we spoon like no one else<br />
so I will help you read those books<br />
if you will soothe my worried looks<br />
and we will put the lonesome on the shelf<br />
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oh let’s get rich and buy our parents homes in the South of France<br />
let's get rich and give everybody nice sweaters<br />
and teach them how to dance<br />
let's get rich and build our house on a mountain<br />
making everybody look like ants<br />
from way up there you and I, you and I, you and I"my serendipitieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12950321693605750762noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877771758908621512.post-30725180418954118792010-12-22T10:46:00.000-08:002010-12-22T10:49:22.041-08:00a nostalgic serendipity:)I found a letter today, from someone who was once my bestfriend... I saw it with different eyes, with different heart beats... We've changed so much over the past years, and even though we cant longer see in eachother, some words are hunting and eating inside, along with the huge remorses.<br />
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Sending him away was typical me- sending away everyone that came too close... and i bet i wasn't the only one in the world doing that, and i cant imagine how many souls have suffered like this, selfishly chasing away the good things in their lives...<br />
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in the letter he quoted this song and the lyrics hurt me so deeply, that i refused to ever listen to it.. but today, i finally did. here it is...<br />
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"And when the lights all went out<br />
We watched our lives on the screen.<br />
I hate the ending myself,<br />
But it started with an alright scene.<br />
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You're just a sad song with nothing to say<br />
About a life long wait for a hospital stay<br />
And if you think that I'm wrong,<br />
This never meant nothing to ya..."<br />
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I always knew i was a song, but not a sad one with nothing to say... <br />
I always hated the endings myself, but i never realised that the begginings were good... <br />
and i always knew that he was wrong, but it meant everything to me...<br />
and yet he saw it and he quoted instead of saying it himself, he knew what was real and deap down i knew it too but wouldnt admit it.. well i officialy admit it now: i'm an empty song, because i chased away everything good that ever happened to me... but i started to appreciate the begginings after he was gone, and thanks to that i wont have to see an ending to what i have now... <br />
and what he might have not seen in me, was that deep down, i knew he was always right. and every word meant everything to me, and every sentence was pushing me to live deeper... <br />
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he finished the letter with "i dont want you to reply.. i dont need your explanation.. it's your decision... a sweet kiss on your forehead, little girl.. i wish you'll be happy... i wish you'll fall inlove with someone and trully love him"<br />
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well, i did... i finally love someone without those 3000000 expectations that i'd carried around for years... and i'm happy, i'm finally happy! you were my friend in the darkest times, and even though it's a sad thing to forget a friend, i'll never forget all your caring and loving... you once said that you dont get it how i manage to love only weird, crazy people, and i reject the ones that really matter... well, i'll tell you something.. in almost 3 years since i left, my -album with the most important people in my life- had just 5 pictures, 5 real people, people that tought me how to live happier... and you're one of them:) i'm not a little girl anymore, aren't i?:) you'd be proud of me...my serendipitieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12950321693605750762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877771758908621512.post-35175833397473348582010-12-19T10:31:00.000-08:002010-12-19T13:03:12.174-08:00the only game in town<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7v5YGaCjBt8?fs=1&hl=nl_NL"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7v5YGaCjBt8?fs=1&hl=nl_NL" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="100"></embed></object><br />
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we're standing on the stairs. he's one stair higher than me, holding his back against the wall. we speak again. the same subject... he doesn't understand, why should we give up... i'm tired, i lay my head on my knees and i cry. <br />
-i know only two persons that i can't tell when they cry- he says nostalgic.. <br />
-you're the second..- he continues. <br />
-and still, you noticed...- i'm saying while i lift my head and wipe the tears away. <br />
-i saw the tear falling.. you cry so quietly.-<br />
we dont say anything anymore.<br />
suddenly he screams -why?? why do i have to lose everything i've ever loved?? tell me, why?? why everything?...- he's tired, his breath has gone wild, his eyes sparkle of solitude... -why?... why am i losing another friend?-<br />
i cry.<br />
suddenly i hear him -please, don't cry!-<br />
-i don't...-<br />
i can't help thinking... is he too proud to accept the defeat? or is he just the loneliest man in the world, despite his big smile?...<br />
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If suffering would only make us better, stronger, cleaner... but there's no much hope for this anymore. they all scream "it hurts!" but how small and uncapable is the pain that you shout in the valleys of desperation, and how great is the pain that's ashame to even sigh! too bad we don't become more human after we've had our hearts broken.. too bad we become mean and immune to higher emotions...<br />
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-sometimes it doesn't hurt at all- he sais... -sometimes, i live everyday in total resignation... God is my only close friends and even with Him, i sometimes am lonely.. and those days, i don't live.. i simply exist, more thoughtless, more careless...-<br />
-does your heart still sing?- i ask him...<br />
-there are no songs in those days... and still, i feel fine... but there are those mornings when everything breaks inside of me, frightened by the pain of reality, and then i realise how much unhapiness there is in an empty man... that's how it feels now, only it's not morning,... it's the middle of the night...-<br />
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he can hear the threat of the uninhabited shore...-don't fade away... i can't let you go away with empty hands, with your fists clenched in life's instability...i can't let you go empty... i don't wanna be the one who's emptying you!-<br />
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now, his life means existence, and existence is pure death...<br />
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"and solitaire is the only game in town...<br />
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and every road that takes him, takes him down...<br />
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while life goes on around him everywhere<br />
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he's playing solitaire"...my serendipitieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12950321693605750762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877771758908621512.post-18903234539135489442010-12-15T05:30:00.000-08:002010-12-22T13:17:22.786-08:00when God whispersToday there are many loving people praying and fasting for my family's future. Sometimes it's still hard to trust God, because 40 years in the desert have killed my strength, my hopes, parts of my faith. But today, i'm listening to the Father's song, and hopefully God will see beyond my fears.<br />
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And He whispers again, just how He used to... <br />
"<i>They will neither hunger nor thirst, nor will the desert heat or the sun beat upon them. Because He, who has compassion on them, will guide them and lead them beside springs of water.<br />
I will turn all my mountains into roads, and my highways will be raised up</i>." Isaiah 49:10,11.<br />
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"Neither hunger or thirst", God whispers... We've been stumbling in this dessert for so long, hungry for more faith, more of God in us; we've been thirsty for God's answers to our prayers, for His blood to cure us.. He now promises this will have an end, and i dont expect it to be NOW, but i believe it will slowly happen. I believe that our souls will be fed with His words, i believe that His hands can take away and fear, and that He does hold the key to a nice future.<br />
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"nor will the desert heat or the sun beat upon them"... He never sent us away, although i believed this for a long time.. When the heat of doubt burnt all my hopes that He might actually listen to us, He whispered that this happened for a reason; it happened so that we'd grow more and more, so that we'd learn how to survive based on our decisions and how to base those decisions on His character; it burnt so much, stumbling on hot sand, looking for a spring to cure my doubts... But He had it all prepared; He had the reason prepared..."Because He, who has compassion on them, will guide them and lead them beside springs of water"<br />
He made me grow and learn to walk alone with Him beside me. I was no baby anymore, He didnt have to carry me in His arms so i wont feel the hot sand burning my feet.. He put me down, let me stumble, and He watched me crying how i almost lost everything, all my hopes all my dreams. But He made the right decision, He helped me grow, so that now i'd enter His rewards, knowing Him so deeply, feeling Him so fully...<br />
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"I will turn all my mountains into roads, and my highways will be raised up", says the Lord who takes such sweet care of us... There are so many things standing in the way of my family's future, standing in the way of our fullfilment... Sometimes we can't bare it anymore, wondering what tomorrow might bring. But He sais that all these mountains, all these trials that actually come from Him to test us and make us grow, will go away. He will destroy them once we abandom ourselves in His hand, once we accept that He has the power to make it all better. It's SO hard to completely trust Him! so hard to believe in someone you cannot see.. but He whispers! we can hear Him! and He conforts us, He knows it's hard stumbling in the desert, with no water around for miles, but He carries us when the burden it's too heavy... His promises WILL be fulfilled, i wont doubt them anymore, because <br />
the Father's song, the Father's love, is now written on our hearts...my serendipitieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12950321693605750762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877771758908621512.post-34611760633649172862010-12-13T08:19:00.001-08:002010-12-13T09:04:29.242-08:00the bestfriendToday it's hot tea and Ash Koley.<br />
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And today i'm missing my bestfriend more than ever.<br />
I've lost you, haven't i? I will never have you as i had before. <br />
Strange, i honestly believed that once i started seeing you less, i'd also love you less. But i love you more. Cus now i'm not feeding myself with your hugs, but with the memories of what we were. I love you more, because now i dont know anything about you anymore, and i worry more, and i'm praying more, i'm crying more... <br />
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You, soft and lonely, you live inside of me...<br />
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We know so less about each other, and still.. something bonded us along these years, right? something filled our hearts...<br />
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My sweetheart, i will never forget you... You loved me just as i was. You loved me even when my heart was dead, you supported me when i denied my life... They all went away, they all left me cus they couldnt deal with my heart, yet you stayed... you loved, you never forgot...<br />
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Did you build me in your heart, my dear? Or do i fade everytime i'm not close to you? ... i've built you in my heart though, you're everywhere in my being. sometimes a huge longing for you messes up my sweet dreams...<br />
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Yesterday i was speaking with your husband; he grew so much, i'm afraid to speak to him now... Somehow, i see you in him, and even though you two could never believe it, i'm telling you... you're built in eachother too. He should be your getaway car. When you miss me, he should be your refuge, because he knows, he knows me and he also knows you, and he'd make it perfect for you, he'd be the glue that sticks broken pieces. Dont let him die, cus he's the only one who can keep you alive now, when i'm so gone...<br />
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"just let me know when you get what you need<br />
i'll stop what i'm doing and come straight to you"<br />
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Pfff... if you could see my melancholy, you'd kiss me :) It's so peaceful, like a rock over which a fresh spring whispers...my serendipitieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12950321693605750762noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877771758908621512.post-66395470243495345682010-12-12T09:09:00.000-08:002010-12-12T13:35:30.045-08:00red red wine (and a considerable amount of soul)Quiet evening, with a glass of sweet red wine and candles all around... :) Uh, and Al Green with his "how can you mend a broken heart" doesnt make me melancholic anymore, but a bit nostalgic (sweet-nostalgic)...<br />
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today i havent danced with my pillow, today i danced alone for a moment, in the bathroom. My lover is too trapped in his -guy's world- but i promise, i WILL take him dancing once :) and he WILL enjoy it just as much as i do :). My pillow wont be the only one to have the honours:)<br />
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I'm looking at him: his strange brown eyes confort me. I will never be drawn to another brown than his. And yet, take a look around you: after a while, so many get used to their lover's brown and start searching for a new color, maybe a green, or a shallow blue. Oh, maybe black is more misterious than the brown you've fallen inlove with, and that slowly brings you dissapointments, unfulfilled expectations and in the end, depression. Oh, i'll never love another color more than my baby's brown!<br />
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"and... how can you mend a broken heart?..."<br />
for me, it's simple... just the sparkle of his eyes makes me live again...my serendipitieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12950321693605750762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5877771758908621512.post-35948063827056655392010-12-11T15:55:00.000-08:002010-12-12T12:01:59.838-08:00both sides now<span style="font-size: small;">Today i was depressed, for the first time in a long time, and i thought hey, i'm back, this drama queen has never left.. it started while I was watching Ally Mcbeal, as usual... and i felt it again, my previous life, my imaginary world, my weird friends.. i missed it, and i cried like a baby because it all came back to me. There she was, my dear Ally, the ME inside of her, John understanding her illusions, me not knowing love at all... all of us, dancing sadly around life and its serendipities... And it was bitter and it was sweet, and ... it was mine again...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">For 2 days i've been singing "both sides now" from Joni Mitchell, and all the women who've felt life in its warm and cold weather will understand this song...</span><br />
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<b>Joni Mitchell - Both Sides Now</b><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">I've been reminiscing, during these 2 days, the best part of my life-up til 4 years ago... When life was an excuse for me to built up another world, a world of my own. I found the old letters that i used to write to MY SOMEONE, the one i would one day meet and marry and get lost with in the music of our imagination... Pffff, heavy stuff i tell ya, all those letters that never landed where they were supposed to:) But oh, how blind was i... and how pissed i'd get on everyone who dared to tell me that none of that existed or would ever exist!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">And this episode from Ally, totally brought the old me back... and while watching it, i couldnt take out of my mind the lyrics from "both sides now"... and i wanted to take ally in my arms, tell her that her tears are going NOWHERE! that dreams are meant to be just dreams, that our inner world will be the most beautiful story we will ever have, precisely because it will never come true! "so many things i could've done, but clouds got in my way", Joni kept singing in my mind...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">We grow, thats the truth, we stop writing poems and we stop believing in fairy tales, and IT SUCKS!! but we grow and growing is nice when you learn how to live... when you find a nice something to live for, and you make it your utmost desire... ah, Ally... we've seen it all, haven't we?:) we've seen unicorns and we've touched them! one time, the sun stood still for hours while i was praying on a bench in the park... Another day, i looked up in october, and i wanted a sign that love exists, and it started to snow on me! but in the end...</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">"I've looked at clouds from both sides now,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">From up and down, and still somehow</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">It's cloud illusions i recall.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">I really don't know clouds at all."...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">joni, joni kept whispering in my ears during.. during life...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">And here i was today, feeling every step ally was taking, and hoping she wont make the same mistakes i did.. and still she did, still she kept believing in that love that we create in our deepest moments of solitude... </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">And i was still stucked with Joni's song...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">And all of a sudden, on the episode's soundtrack, Vonda Shepard sang a cover from "both sides now"... my heart stopped... how connected can you be with a stupid TV character?? i was crying hopelesly, me and ally... both not knowing life at all... how can this be... ally, just a tv character, telling my life step by step...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">"Tears and fears and feeling proud to say "i love you" right out loud,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Dreams and schemes and circus crowds, i've looked at life that way.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">But now old friends are acting strange, they shake their heads, they say</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">I've changed.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Something's lost but something's gained in living every day."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">My lover is used with me bursting into tears without an apparent reason, but he always asks me what is wrong and wont leave until he gets an answer.. not today though.. i think he knew, somehow, he knew... he knew that whats burried deep inside me, cant go away just by confessing it... I was standing hypnotised, reminiscing all my life, thinking how i got so far.. thinking how can this be me? how come all my dreams went down the drain, how can i be so changed?... and then i looked at him, and suddenly i figured it all out... he's not the one ive been writing to for years,he doesnt understand my stories, my illusions, but he's my earthly heaven! he tought me how to LIVE, how to trade my imaginary world for the greatest joys of real life.. he's the REAL thing, the best man on this planet! and it was SOOO damn hard in the beggining, and i missed my life like crazy, and i felt so trapped in a world that could never be mine.. but today, i was standing at the crossroads, having the posibility to go back to my world... but when i saw him... ow man, i saw HAPPINESS! this man doesnt write poems, but he sacrifices for me each day! he's not crazy and impulsive like me, but he knows how to calm me down and sweeten my moods... He changed me, with his beautiful soul and his robert downey jr. eyes, hehe;))... and i dont know clouds at all, i still dont know life at all, but love... well, i'm starting to figure it out :)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">"As every fairy tale comes real; i've looked at love that way.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">But now it's just another show. you leave 'em laughing when you go</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">And if you care, don't let them know, don't give yourself away."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">No, my weird friends will never know.. but one day, LIFE will happen to them too.. So all of you Ally's from my old life... i miss you SO much, and i pray everyday that you will finally see love from both sides now:)</span>my serendipitieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12950321693605750762noreply@blogger.com0