The Power is yours...

Ce iese din combinatia PowerBall cu PowerShot

Ce ne iubeşte iei pe noi... maaaamă mamă

No comment... şi nu fac politică...


P.S.: Numărul maşinii este cel important :D.

Maybe there's still hope for them :)

Nightwish While Your Lips Are Still Red lyrics

Sweet little words made for silence
Not talk
Young heart for love
Not heartache
Dark hair for catching the wind
Not to veil the sight of a cold world

Kiss while your lips are still red
While he’s still in silent rest
While bosom is still untouched, unveiled
Hold another hand while the hand’s still without a tool
Drown into eyes while they’re still blind
Love while the night still hides the withering dawn

First day of love never comes back
A passionate hour´s never a wasted one
The violin, the poet´s hand
Every thawing heart plays your theme with care

Kiss while your lips are still red
While he’s still in silent rest
While bosom is still untouched, unveiled
Hold another hand while the hand’s still without a tool
Drown into eyes while they’re still blind
Love while the night still hides the withering dawn


Kiss,
While your lips are still red
While he’s still in silent rest
While bosom is still untouched,
Unveiled, hold another hand
While the hand’s still without a tool
Drown into eyes while they’re still blind
Love while the night still hides the withering dawn

Eterna şi fascinanta Romanica

Iată ce se întâmplă când îşi pune Dorelu' muşchii la contribuţie...

Părerea mea este că trebuie să ai o minte mult prea retardată sau o nesimţire crasă pentru asemenea capodopere de artă. Cum pana mea de bicicletă să treci pe acolo? Şi la intrarea în intersecţie? Să zicem că te uiţi pe dealuri la frumuseţile nemuritoare ale Bucureştiului şi nu vezi acea minunată bordură decât în ultimul moment şi frânezi brusc cu rezultat final o îmbraţişare drăgăstoasă cu pământul patriei mumă mult iubit, chiar in intersecţie...

Şi să nu mai spun că aşa zisele benzi de biciclişti sunt VARZĂ, sunt îmbârligate şi atât de "netede" că ţi se tăbăceşte posteriorul şi se face fraged, delicat şi proaspăt uscat , iar în intersecţii te ia gaia până treci (trebuie sa aştepţi la 3 semafoare până traversezi, cel puţin pe cheiul Dâmboviţei).

Suntem o ţară de Dorei bătuţi în cap de soartă şi cu otonelul în nas care stau ca vacile pe noile benzi de biciclete şi deşi te vad că te apropii nu au nici cea mai mică intenţie să se ferească, bagă privirea de viţel la poarta nouă şi te urmăresc cu oarecare nedumerire şi ură nemărturisită că ai îndrăznit să le tai calea, "biroţi nesimţit ce eşti!".

Aşa că draga mea Romanica eşti pur şi simplu dă căcat (în traducere liberă din englezul: Romania, simply surprising)...

It's all about attitude

-Where have you been all this time?
-Around, why? Did you missed me?
-No, just curious...
-Ok.
-... I do care about you, you know?
-I know...
-I know you know... that's why I don't understand.
-What?
-Where have you been all this time...
-So you did miss me...
-No... needed you...
-I see... I needed you too... to clean my garden... it's full of bad weed...
-But I'm not a gardener... and you don't have a garden...
-Maybe you haven't looked enough for my garden... it has white fencing and many red roses...
-But still I'm not a gardener...
-That's true... What did you need me for?
-Cleaning my house... it's so dirty nowadays...
-But I'm not a housekeeper... and you don't have a house...
-Maybe you haven't looked enough for my house... it has white fencing and many red dwarfs...
-But still I'm not a housekeeper...
-That's true...
-Would you show me your house?
-I would but it's gardenless...
-No problem, I'll bring mine with me, let's go!

Low level lyrics

I still feel this void inside of me. I thought everything will be simple again but once you've crossed to the other side there's no way of returning whole again. A piece of you remains behind... and will remain there forever... to perpetuate the oddness. Now I feel that somehow I've changed into something else, a sleepless monster longing for blood thirst. You see, now my pain is real as I watch my word dissolve while still pretending that none of us saw the fall... but I did long before we jumped into it. And only blood can save me from becoming a vengeful pain-grudged wraith. They say time heals everything... but I know only blood will bring me back to myself again... and unfortunately you have no blood left for me, only pain and guilt and I can not handle them anymore.