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Broken Pieces: October 2008
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Wednesday, October 15, 2008. Melodia asta-i ca un film. Le vede ochii. Toate simt. Ce vis ciudat…. Ea ramasese neclintita in mijlocul odaii. Stie fiecare coltisor, fiecare fir de pai, patul, scaunul, masa la care scrie din cand in cand… Toate sunt intunecate, pana si lumina din cele doua torte e intunecata. S-a gandit la toate paginile pe care le scrisese si care disparusera in momentul in care atinsesera sticla, in momentul in care iesisera din mainile ei… N-o sa-l iubeasca niciodata. Posted by Noe Me.
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Broken Pieces: April 2008
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Friday, April 18, 2008. Esti urata… i-a spus. Si a luat-o prin surprindere. Stia c-asa o sa se intample. Voia chestia asta. Sau nu? De fapt nu-l interesa. Interesul se pierduse de mult. Ce mai ramasese? De ce mai ramasese? Isi aminti de ea. Zambi in sinea lui… Era tot acolo. Se uita-n jos, se gandea. La ce? La ce-ar mai putea inventa ca sa se justifice fara sa spuna adevarul ala ingropat in ea? Ala care era numai pentru ea si pe care-l tinea numai pentru ea? Posted by Noe Me. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Broken Pieces: February 2009
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Friday, February 27, 2009. Such a weird sensation… That I don’t want to talk about it…. I’m like a mute painting. What the fuck is this? It’s like… It’s such a bland feeling…. What the fuck is this? What am I doing? Question marks… My friends. I feel like throwing things. A friend of mine said: “I’m gonna make Oriental Salad.” And I was looking at him with a yummy-yummy-yummy face. But he told me “Imi pare rau, tu ai prieten, n-ai ce cauta la mine.”…. Oh, God, I want to punch something! Posted by Noe Me.
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Broken Pieces: November 2007
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Wednesday, November 14, 2007. And I sailed away with him. And I let what would have been to be. It seems such a distant sea now. Posted by Noe Me. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Iaşi, Avellino, Italy. View my complete profile. Ea si el, poveste. D-nul mihai mocanu (parental advisory). Just an unknown d. Colorless blue ideas sleep furiously. Hei, baby, it's time. And I sailed away with him. And I let what would h.
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Broken Pieces: June 2008
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Sunday, June 08, 2008. Equilibrium… There has to be equilibrium. One has to have equilibrium. The exact quantity of opposite things. One has to feel safe. But not too safe. One has to feel secure. But not too secure. One has to have everything. But not quite everything. One has to know everything. But really how much? One can be in a hurry. But how much should one allow one’s hurry to overtake the equilibrium? One can be logical. But is logic enough really? And maybe nothing really ends…. Posted by Noe Me.
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Broken Pieces: September 2007
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Friday, September 28, 2007. Da, imi place sa ma uit la mine.". Hm" pufni cu un zambet aproape arogant si dispretuitor. Pentru ca in poze sunt asa cum as vrea sa fiu.". Si de ce n-ai fi in realitate asa cum ai vrea sa fii? O intrebare buna.". Posted by Noe Me. Monday, September 24, 2007. Vorbeste cu mine. Zi-mi ceva, orice. N-ai ce sa-mi zici. Pentru ca nu existi. Eu te-am creat asa cum am creat atatia altii. Posted by Noe Me. Wednesday, September 05, 2007. Pricepi ca am si eu cap, suflet? Ca pot sa judec?
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Broken Pieces: May 2009
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Tuesday, May 12, 2009. But it’s not the case now. Now everything is nice and awake and has color… that’s starting to fade because it’s the second faze already…. 8220;But it doesn’t matter, it’s worth it, look at the beautiful cloth that’s coming out of the loom… It’s enchanting, isn’t it? For her it’s the birds. How could she…? Posted by Noe Me. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Iaşi, Avellino, Italy. View my complete profile. Ea si el, poveste. D-nul mihai mocanu (parental advisory). Just an unknown d.
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Broken Pieces: July 2007
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Thursday, July 12, 2007. Azi ar fi trebuit sa ma vezi. Ar trebui sa te trezesti cu mine. Dupa o noapte in care am fost impreuna in oras si-am baut cateva cocteiluri sau orice altceva. As vrea sa ma ploua pe fata. Si pe umeri. Si sa-mi ude parul. Si sa fie soare. Si racoare. As vrea sa-mi bata vantul prin par si sa ma uit la tine. Posted by Noe Me. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Iaşi, Avellino, Italy. View my complete profile. Ea si el, poveste. D-nul mihai mocanu (parental advisory). Just an unknown d.
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Broken Pieces
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Tuesday, May 12, 2009. But it’s not the case now. Now everything is nice and awake and has color… that’s starting to fade because it’s the second faze already…. 8220;But it doesn’t matter, it’s worth it, look at the beautiful cloth that’s coming out of the loom… It’s enchanting, isn’t it? For her it’s the birds. How could she…? Posted by Noe Me. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Iaşi, Avellino, Italy. View my complete profile. Ea si el, poveste. D-nul mihai mocanu (parental advisory). Just an unknown d.
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Broken Pieces
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Tuesday, February 10, 2009. I love myself when I’m in love. And every time I realize this it catches me by surprise. It feels like a love declaration to myself. Almost every time it happens towards the end. Maybe precisely to…. Seems so silly. Everything. Traveling to distant land when… nothing says it’s possible. Only the drunken mind thinks it, stubborn against all common sense. I always believe what people tell me…. More realistic seems the dream with the girl drowning. Who am I kidding?
