imi pare rau ca nu ti-am scris
Friday, January 7, 2011
Pe fereastra
Ea: ma mai tii minte?
Ea: sau m-ai uitat?
El: si daca te-as fi uitat parca noi ne stiam dintotdeauna
El: chiar si dupa ce ne uitam
El: pe fereastra
Ea: pe fereastra?
El: acolo vedeam altceva care sa ne faca sa uitam
Ea: pe tine ce te-a facut sa uiti?
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Incepem
" Si asta a fost tot.
Ba nu, inainte sa plec...
Inainte sa plec mi-a daruit ceva.
Mi-a daruit manusi.
Stii ca am mereu mainile reci, nu? "
Saturday, January 1, 2011
15:22
" You know when I said I knew little about love? That wasn't true. I know a lot about love. I've seen it, centuries and centuries of it, and it was the only thing that made watching your world bearable. All those wars. Pain, lies, hate... It made me want to turn away and never look down again. But when I see the way that mankind loves... You could search to the furthest reaches of the universe and never find anything more beautiful. So yes, I know that love is unconditional. But I also know that it can be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable and strangely easy to mistake for loathing, and... What I'm trying to say, Tristan is... I think I love you. Is this love, Tristan? I never imagined I'd know it for myself. My heart... It feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it's trying to escape because it doesn't belong to me any more. It belongs to you. And if you wanted it, I'd wish for nothing in exchange - no gifts. No goods. No demonstrations of devotion. Nothing but knowing you loved me too. Just your heart, in exchange for mine."
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