”De n-ai fi tu, ce-ar folosi viaţa, Speranţele-i, şi binele-i, şi tot! Un vis ar fi amestecat cu ceaţa, Un chin ar fi — ce l-aş sfârşi să pot;” Mihai Eminescu, ”Iubită dulce, o, mă lasă…” (fragment)
”Adrian vorbi cu voce scăzută: – Aceasta-i liniştea noastră. E ca o odihnă după cumplite încercări. Uneori peisajul acesta pustiu, liniştit şi trist, tresare ca sub vifor. Ş-atuncea cad vrednicii lângă nemernici, amestecaţi în aceeaşi pustiire a gloanţelor şi schijelor. De ce au pierit cei care râdeau ieri; de ce trăieşti tu, ca să te temi de mâni, nu se ştie… Ah, titelule, generaţia noastră are o viaţă tragică şi absurdă… Nu ştiu dacă mă înţelegi, titelule… – Te înţeleg, bie, suspină în întuneric mezinul. – Da; pămîntu-i plin de mormintele tinereţii. Adrian avea o voce aşa de amară, încît lui Paul îi veniră lacrimile, şi le lăsă să curgă în lungul obrazului; îşi simţi apoi dreapta cuprinsă în pumnul tare al fratelui său.” Mihail Sadoveanu, ”Strada Lăpușneanu”
”Saadi, poetul persan, povesteşte: Un om cu mare faimă avea un servitor cu un chip hidos şi cu fire nesuferită. Nu putea primi nici o poruncă fără să se mânie, se purta grosolan la masă, nu-şi făcea treaba cum se cuvine, se împiedica de oaspeţi şi-şi lăsa stăpânul să rabde de sete. Nici că-i păsa de mustrări şi dojeni, care nu făceau, oricum, decât să înrăutăţească lucrurile. În timpul nopţii, casa răsuna de paşii lui grei şi de zgomotul vaselor sparte. I se întâmpla să arunce găinile în fântână şi să pună mănunchiuri de vreascuri în mijlocul drumului pe unde urma să treacă stăpânul său. Nu te puteai bizui pe el cu nici un chip. Nişte prieteni ai stăpânului l-au sfătuit să se descotorosească de servitorul cel nesuferit şi să caute altul. – Dar de ce? a răspuns stăpânul, zâmbind. Îi datorez servitorului meu o adâncă recunoştinţă, pentru că m-a […]
”Printre cele mai cunoscute pilde zen găsim acest dialog scurt, atribuit înţeleptului Josshu. Un discipol îl întreabă: – Învăţătorule, binevoieşte şi spune-mi, care este povestea adevărată a buddhismului? – Ţi-ai isprăvit masa? a întrebat înţeleptul. – Da, stăpâne, tocmai acum. – Atunci du-te şi spală vasul.” Jean-Claude Carriere (povestire Zen)
”Cine zâmbește atunci când lucrurile nu merg bine, s-a gândit deja pe cine să dea vina.” (Proverb românesc)
I just want a day To make it all OK I just want a day To make it all OK You, could you teach me How to cry You, could you teach me How to cry My eyes are dry – so bone dry I just want one day To show you I’ve got heart I just want one day To show you I’ve got heart You, could you teach me How to cry You, could you teach me How to cry My eyes are dry – so bone dry You, could you teach me How to cry You, could you teach me How to cry My eyes are dry – so bone dry Could you – would you – will you Teach me how to cry Could you – would you – will you Teach me how to cry Could you – would you – will you Teach me […]
You, you make me hot You make my body feel delirious Please don’t ever stop Listen when I’m being serious ‘Cause you and I were made for each other A habit that is hard to break Don’t you want my love? Don’t you need my body? Don’t you want my love? Won’t you take my heart until we get started? Then you’ll want my love Hot is how I feel when you bring your body next to mine Heat it feels so real ‘Cause sweat runs down my body every time ‘Cause you and I just one night together A memory you’ll never regret Don’t you want my love? Don’t you need my body? Don’t you want my love? Don’t you want my love? Don’t you want my love? ‘Cause you and I were made for each other A habit that is hard to break Don’t you want my love? […]
Ahh, touch me (This is the night) Ahh, touch me I want to feel your body Full moon in the city And the night was young I was hungry for love I was hungry for fun I was hunting you down And I was the bait When I saw you there I didn’t mean to hesitate This is the night This is the night This is the time We’ve got to get it right (This is the night) Touch me, touch me I want to feel your body Your heart beat next to mine (This is the night) Touch me, touch me now Quick as a flash You disappeared into the night Did I hurt you, boy? Didn’t I treat you right? You made me feel so good Made me feel myself Now I’m alone And you’re with somebody else This is the night, yeah This is the night This […]
”Cereasca boltă pare o ceaşcă răsturnată. Sub ea-nţelepţii temniţi de teorii ocupă. Tu să imiţi iubirea dintre ulcior şi cupă, Ce sorb stând gură-n gură licoarea fermecată.” Omar Khayyam, ”Suprema înțelepciune – detașarea”
I can still recall the time She said she was always mine Then she left, as people do And forget what we’ve been through It’s not that she’s gone away Yeah, it’s the things I hear that she has got to say About me and about my friends When we, we got no defense That’s her, I’ll never believe her again She might have deceived all my friends I know they will see in the end What it all means when she says, yeah (Ah-ah, ah-ah) I want you back (Ah-ah, ah-ah) I want you back (Ah-ah, ah-ah) I, I want you She says (she says), she says (she says) She says, she says, yeah-yeah But what’s worse, she thinks it’s true But that’s just her, she always was a little bit confused And she’s not worth the time I had to lose That’s her, I’ll never believe her again […]
Here in my car I feel safest of all I can lock all my doors It’s the only way to live in cars Here in my car I can only receive I can listen to you It keeps me stable for days in cars Here in my car Where the image breaks down Will you visit me, please If I open my door in cars? Here in my car I know I’ve started to think About leaving tonight Although nothing seems right in cars Compozitori: Gary Anthony James Webb. Doar pentru utilizare non-comercială. Date de la: Musixmatch
John the Revelator Put him in an elevator Take him up to the highest high Take him up to the top Where the mountains stop Let him tell his book of lies John the Revelator He’s a smooth operator It’s time we cut him down to size Take him by the hand And put him on the stand Let us hear his alibis By claiming God As his holy right He’s stealing a God From the Israelites Stealing a God From the Muslim too There is only one God Through and through Seven lies multiplied by seven Multiplied by seven again Seven angels with seven trumpets Send them home on the morning train Well who’s that shouting John the Revelator All he ever gives us is pain Well who’s that shouting John the Revelator He should bow his head in shame By and By By and By By and By […]
”Până ce nu dai cu capul de pragul de sus, nu-l vezi pe cel de jos.” (Proverb românesc)
”Foamea e cel mai bun bucătar.” (Proverb românesc)
”Când iubești pe cineva îi simți durerea.” Zeruya Shalev