For me you are an enigma

Don't need you to tell me what i'm gonna do. Don't need your support. Don't need your pieces of advice. Don't need your phone calls. Don't need your regrets. Don't need your apologizes. Don't need your love. Don't need your care. Don't need your tenderness. Don't need you. Big enough, strong enough. Go away or stay, for me it's the same ...

72 hours

She's dead. Never gonna forget her, never wanted to, never gonna forget the day she died, sometimes wanted to. She's dead, he's dead too. The future's bright. The past is accepted. The present is lived. Don't care. Don't see. Don't ask. Don't answer. Don't hear. Don't call.
See only what wanna see. Be only what wanna be.

Fuck, yeah !

Lately i feel so fuckin' good...i'm much more confident and things are going so well...even the little things that make me yell are funny in the end. And the attached video gives me strenght and makes me feel alive and dance...it's just perfect !

Regrets and mistakes and memories made

Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?

I don't know many things, I'm not smart enough, I get into trouble, i do shitty things, i do mistakes, i push people away even if i need them...i'm not even close to perfection...i'm a totally mess, but i am who i am and this is probably the only thing i'm not gonna change cuz i may want to change some parts at me, but the essence will always remain the same...why? it's simple : cuz if i change the essence, i won't be me ever again, i won't have a personality, thoughts and opinions...i'll be just a lost person, with no soul. I regret so many things that sometimes i just wanna start a new life...and when i think about it, at the meaning of a new life, i have second thoughts and think that if i didn't get through so many things and mistakes, i wouldn't be tough now and i wouldn't be able to face the reality that comes. Too bad that there is this mentality of humans , to gossip about everything and to give a shit about you...they don't care at all about you and your life, they know nothing about you, oh, but they love to gossip and to criticise every single thing, without knowing the reason for which you did that thing. And this is why, no matter what you do, you have to keep your head straight and give a shit about gossips, to fuck everyone who messes with you, to stop carring about what people may think about a specific thing. In the end, you die with you and yourself, no one else...so why to worry about something?

Fara titlu

... Viata asta e ca jointul ajuns la filtru-de cate ori tre' sa mai tragi ca sa te frigi ca tampitu'? ...

Toti suntem pioni. Dar oare noi gravitam in jurul jocului sau jocul graviteaza in jurul nostru?

Fiecare pion are traseul lui si tinta unde trebuie sa ajunga. Unii ajung mai greu, altii mai repede. Unii au mai multe obstacole, altii mai putine. Cert este ca fiecare pion, are la randul lui, ocazii pe care le rateaza si greseli pe care le face-mai mult sau mai putin voluntare. Si in tot acest traseu ne lovim de fel si fel de pioni care ne influenteaza. Unii devin companioni, altii devin doar piese intr-un joc din a caror experienta invatam, din a caror comportament alegem caracteristici de care sa ne ferim sau, dimpotriva, sa le cautam la alti pioni.

Trist e traseul care te face indiferent. Trist e traseul care iti deschide ochii prea mult si vezi lucruri pe care, desi le stiai, nu vroiai sa le cunosti. Trist e traseul care te face rece, mai rece decat ti-ai fi putut imagina vreodata.

Pentru traseul asta exista companionii care, indiferent ca-ti arata partile proaste sau bune, sunt acolo cand cazi   si-a 2-a oara.

Racing cars

Discutiile de dinainte. Sfaturi. Modalitati de manevrare. Ajungi la linia de start. Ambalezi motorul ... iti vin in minte toate ideile si sfaturile, dar nu tii cont de toate. Iti faci o idee proprie despre cum sa conduci astfel incat sa ajungi primul la linia de sosire. Vrei sa fii primul care ajunge acolo, dar nu esti sigur ca o sa pleci primul, desi, este evident ca asta vrei-asa nu ai avea obstacole si ti-ar fii mult mai usor.

Se da startul-esti primul care pleaca.

Nu te uiti in urma decat putin, la inceput, sa vezi daca te ajunge.

Drumul e liber, devii stapan pe tine.

Te simti din ce in ce mai bine ... Esti aproape de finish.

Finish-Eliberare-Fericire-Mandrie

Sah mat

Toate piesele asezate la locul lor. Incepe jocul. Prima mutare ... o mutare timida. Pion in fata. A doua mutare ... pionul avanseaza. Mai multe mutari, ramane un pion. Tura si calul isi incearca norocul sa avanseze odata cu pionul. Se duc toate piesele rand pe rand. Regina ramane descoperita. Cu tot efortul ei de-a se opune, regina e luata de nebun. Ramane regele. Prea tarziu ... nu mai are nicio sansa. El era sansa. A fost un joc bun ... si, totusi, GAME OVER.

Sah mat.

Love like poker

It's a risky game ... not to mention the possibility of being Big Blind ... this is the worse case. You don't know if you have something, but you pay. Then, you see the 2 cards. You think they are perfect for the game ... let's say you have an A and a K and you go for it. Someone rises from the begining. You call. 3 cards ... you're still thinking you have a chance to win. Your idea : RISING ! yeah ... you think this is the best solution. You don't take into account other cards, other combinations. You're still thinking that you hold the key, that you control the game. The 4th card ... you're all in. One more card ... you're heart's beating fast. You start thinking that you didn't play as you should have played. You look at them ... They are satisfied of the cards. You have 2 possibilities : to win or to lose. You had only one shot and you missed it. You don't know what to do or to think. You don't know what the others think. It's just you and your thoughts. You love to play, but sometimes, you just hate it ... you hate the fact that you don't know for sure if you win or lose.
No more rises ...
The players have to show their cards ...
What cards do you have?

Songs ...

Cam cat de asemanatoare sunt vietile noastre din moment ce fiecare dintre noi se regaseste in versurile unei melodii? Sau poate chiar mai multe? Este oare posibil ca vietile noastre sa fie un ciclu care se repeta la nesfarsit, cu aceleasi probleme si cu aceleasi intamplari? Tot afirmam ca suntem atat de diferiti, dar cred ca suntem mai asemanatori decat ne putem imagina. Altfel, cum se explica faptul ca 2 persoane total diferite se regasesc in aceeasi melodie?