duminică, 23 februarie 2014

A Fost O Vreme/There Was A Time

A fost o vreme in care oamneii visau, zambeau, isi doreau sa fie fericiti cu adevat.

Unde au disparut acele vremuri? Vremuri in care pur si simplu ne intalneam pe strazi, sau printr-un birt/cafenea ca sa stam sa conversam,  sa radem si sa glumim, facand eventual misto de frizura atat de comuna pe care necunoscutii din jurul nostru o aveau.

Nu mai exista acele vremuri acuma. Oamenii se schimba, o data cu ei se schimba si lumea. Zambetele ce existau o data incet incet se transforma in expresii plictisite, iar glumele devin batjocuri usturatoare.
Oare chiar asta face trecerea timpului? Omoara zambetele? Raceste sufletele si plictiseste inima?
Refuz sa cred ca timpul este de vina, poate societatea, poate suntem chiar noi de vina, nefiind invatati cum sa ne maturizam, o luam pe cai gresite.

Eu unul prefer sa-mi pastrez copilaria pana in momentul in care consider eu ca am invatat cum sa ma maturizez cum trebuie, dupa standardele mele si a celor dragi mie, nu dupa niste standarde impuse de prieteni (care acuma sunt doar niste straini ascunsi dupa mastile de carnaval).

O seara placuta, va multumesc pentru atentie.


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There was a time when people dreamed, smiled, and wished to be truly happy.

Where did those times disappear? Times in which we would just meet on the street, or in some kind of bar/coffee shop and have conversations, laugh and joke, maybe mae fun of the common haircut of the strangers around us.

Those days don't exist anymore. People change, along with them so does the world. Smiles that once were slowly turn into bored expressions, and the jokes turn into hurtful insults.
I wonder, is what the passing of time really does? Kills smiles? Makes the soul cold and bores the heart?
I refuse to believe that time is to blame, maybe society, maybe we're to blame, not being taught how to grow up, we go astray.

I for one prefer to keep my childish way until the moment I think i have learned how to properly grow up, after my standards and of those dear to me, not after the standards set by friends (who now are nothing but strangers, hiding behind carnival masks).

A good evening, and thank you for the attention.

miercuri, 11 septembrie 2013

Caderea Lui Shaggy| Shaggy's Crash

Dati-mi voie sa va distrug unul dintre minunatele desene ale copilariei.

In desenul animat Scooby Doo, imaginati-va doar pentru o clipa urmatorul lucru: Shaggy este defapt un copil schizzofrenic iar ceilalti sunt doar produse ale mintii sa-le bolnave.
Velma este sora pe care subconstientul sau distrus il creeaza din nevoia de o figura sora mai mare si grijulie.
Fred si Daphnee sunt figurile parintesti pe care mintea lui le genereaza, din nevoia de a avea pariniti, in cazul asta niste parinti autoritari, foarte certareti, indragostiti dar nedorind sa-si recunoasca chestia asta, probabil din mandrie.
Iar faimosul Scooby Doo este prietenul sau imaginar de nadejde, 'man's best friend' este defapt creatia mintii lui care tanjeste dupa cineva cu cine sa se asemene.

Va multumesc pentru atentie~

La revedere.


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Allow me to destroy one of the wonderful cartroons of your childhood.

In the cartoon Scooby Do, imagine for a moment the following: Shaggy is actually a schizzofrenic 'kid' and the rest are just products of his sick mind.
Velma is the sister that his broken subconscious creates from the need of having a eldery sister figure.
Fred and Daphne are the parent figures that his mind generates, out of need of having parents, in this case, authoritary, always arguing and highly in love but that would never admit it, prolly out of pride.
And the famous Scooby Doo is his dependable imaginary friend. 'Man's best friend' is actually the creation of his mind that longs for someone to relate to.


Thank you for your attention~

 Good bye.

duminică, 16 iunie 2013

Despre Zei

Si totusi, intr-o era in care zeii au murit, noi inca ii dorim, dar simpla dorinta nu aduc zeii innapoi. Zeii sunt creaturi ale credintei, nu ale dorintei, ale iubirii, nu a fricii. Dintre sute de zei, care existau o data, demult am ramas cu atat de putini. Oare de aceea oamenii se roaga cu atata pasiune la acesta? Dar este gresit totusi, pentru ca acesti 'vorbitori in numele zeilor' ne cer bani in schimbul mantuirii, ne cer sa dam vietile noastre ca sa le distrugem dusmanii in schimbul vietii vesnice, dar oare zeii nu ne-au transmis ca este gresit sa omoram? Am devenit atat de orbiti de lacomie incat am uitat cum sa privim omenirea. Ne inchinam la preoti si cruci in loc sa ne inchinam la ceea ce reprezinta ei. 
 Si totusi, intr-o era in care zeii au murit mai exista totusi acte de bunatate, vorbe frumoase si oameni care pun binele altora inainte de binele lor, asa se nasc zeii, nu cei cunoscuti si modificati dupa bunul plac al religiei, ci cei care vor traii vesnic in amintirile noastre, nu in carti ci in vorba omului.

joi, 6 iunie 2013

O demonstratie a gandului/A demonstration of thought

"Cand eram mic mi-ar fi placut sa merg la liceu, o data ajuns la liceu mi-ar fi placut sa ajung la facultate, sa o termin, sa devin un om mare, puternic, sa ajung sa controlez lumea, doar pentru a o putea vede--"
"Imi pare rau pentru ceea ce s-a intamplat, ceea ce ati auzit mai devreme era doar unul dintre multele ganduri care ci--"
"Toate se petreceau in mintea mea mult prea rapid. Ceea ce se numea gand trecea in idee si apoi in atatea deviatii incat ideea originala se pierdea, impreuna cu --"
"Imi pare rau pentru ceea ce se intampla, doar unele ganduri din mintea mea, buna, eu sunt Marius. Voi cine sunte--"
"deviatiile acestea atat de repede si neasteptat incat ma intrebam daca existau. Dar ele totusi..."
"--ti?"
"Probabil ca n-ati putea intelege, dar voi incerca sa va explic, ceea ce vedeti mai sus sunt doar unul din cele multe ganduri existen--"
"Existau, erau acolo, erau vii. Ele traiau, stiam asta deoarece din amalgamul de ganduri, care apareau si erau uitate cu aceasi viteza cu care lumina umplea o camera intunecata, o voce rationala si rece sop--"
"Buna diminteata, mi-ar placea sa beau o cafea, voi merge sa imi macin cafeaua, simtind izul minunat al cafelei proaspat macinat"


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SUNET STATIC
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"When I was little I would have liked to go to school, coming to school I would have liked to go to college, to finish it, to become a great man,a strong man, I could controll the entire world, only to see it - "

"I'm sorry for what happened, what you heard earlier was just one of many thoughts that -"

"All was happening in my mind too quickly. What was known as thought turned into idea and then in so many deviations that the original idea , along with th-"

"I'm sorry for what is happening, just some thoughts from my mind, good, I'm Marius.'ll Who ar-"

"e many deviations, so quickly and unexpectedly that I was wondering if they were there. But they still ..."

"-e you?"

"Perhaps you could not understand, but I will try to explain: what you see above is just one of the many thoughts existin-"

"They were there,they were alive. They live, I knew that because through the amalgamation of thoughts that occur and were forgotten with the same speed of light filled a dark room, a cold and rational voice whis -"

"Good morning, I would like to have a coffee, I'm going to grind my coffee, the wonderful scent of freshly ground coffee"


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STATIC SOUND

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duminică, 12 mai 2013

Soapte

    Am ajuns la concluzia ca Dumnezeu nu exista, si daca exista probabil ca a incetat sa-i pese. Aceasta cadere a devenit atat de rapida incat am incetat sa mai incerc sa inteleg peisajele ce ma inconjoara. Dar probabil ca nici nu e nevoie, de ceva timp nu mai exista pereti, doar spectre ce incearca sa imi zbiere din crapaturile peretilor pe care ii simteam tacuti de la un timp incoace.
    Oare innebunesc? Probabil ca da, probabil ca ma simt asa pentru ca imi lipseste ceva. Probabil ca ma simt asa pentru ca stiu ca sunt gol pe diauntru, iar vocile care zbiara la mine nu se vor opri. Le sunt recunoscator totusi, daca nu ar fi ele ar fi foarte liniste... Prea liniste in timp ce cad
In timp ce cad...
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duminică, 27 ianuarie 2013

Pana La Lumina

Exista momente in care te pierzi in propria minte, propria dementa. Ce este de facut in astfel de momente? Sa ne rugam? La ce, la cine? Care entitate ne-ar face bine cand noi credem ca zeii au murit, lasand in urma doar o impresie, un simplu gand alimenat de frica, nu de dragoste pentru acea fiinta. Parintii v-au invatat sa aveti frica de acesti zei iar frica pentru un lucru eventual duce la evitarea lui. 
Intrebarea mea este atuncea: daca ne este frica  cum ne putem ruga? 

miercuri, 16 mai 2012

Game Over


I cant be no more of a service to you,
For it is my time to go,
Thank you for everything you have done,
I love you more than you'll ever know,

Things sure have changed,
I barely remember long ago,
When people still cared,
And were not afraid to let it show,

Things were not about riches,
No need for a membership,
We had a right to speak,
Openly without censorship,

There was nothing for free,
I worked for all that I had,
Never collected food stamps,
Or drank beer from a bag,

I wasn't a robot,
To keep the economy strong,
For you to gain wealth,
Until it was gone,

Wasting my time with votes
When my choice had no meaning,
Then fill me with drugs,
Until I stopped feeling,

A slow painful death,
If I refuse to clock in,
And make all your profits,
Knowing I cannot win,

Survival of the fittest,
Has now been replaced,
Spreading toxic genes,
To our human race,

So, now here I am,
With nothing to say,
Good luck to you,
I no longer will play.....