News – Pufstock !!!
Antena 1, organizeaza cu ocazia zilei indragostitilor – Sf Valentin, luni 14 februarie – cea mai mare bataie cu perine, din tara – Actiunea va avea loc in Timisoara, Constanta si Bucuresti – incepand cu ora 12:00.
p.s. Luati-va o zi libera si plimbati-va prin mall-ul din Timisoara, CityPark Mall din Constanţa sau AfiPalace – Bucuresti
The Sibyl…
The Sibyl ….
Once upun a lost long time, there was a magic forest where towsends of beautiful creatures and talking little birds were living , and all these in a nobel time, in a wolrd without sins and crimes, in an innocent country that wasn’t mine.
One happy morning Ciripel and Ciripina , two cute, happy and bold birdies were talking with joy.
- Ciripel did you heard ? asked Ciripina.
- What should I hear ? what happened…?
- What do you mean, what happened Ciripel? The word has been spread in all the places. At the castle…a princess has been born.
- A princess Ciripina ? are you serios ?
- Yes Ciripel, I was sitting on the breanch of a trie with Dorothy, the woodpecker..she toled me and she showed her to me through the window also …
- That’s so nice…Ciripel said…how does she look like…
- Well she’s so cute…she has red hair and beautiful blue eyes, and I heard her name is Ayiunyi.
- But Ciripina…you know what does her birth mean right ?
- No Ciripel ..how could I know ?
- Think…said Ciripel…
- Hmm…let’s see …that she is going to marrie a prince ?
- No …
- That she will lose hear shoe ?
- Hm…no
- That she is going to sleep a 100 years….
- No…keep trying
- Awww…that she will have to kiss a frog ?
- No…Ciripina, you are confusing the stories…
- I don’t know Ciripel…I give up…you tell me.
- It means that she is going to save the world…
- Who toled you that ? asked Ciripina…
- My father…you know he was a bird doctor…but he also liked to keep a secret historie of the place we live in.
- Owww that’s so nice…tell me more…
- You will find out soon enough and that being told he flied away …
***
20 years have past since the princess who is to become the Sibyl of her time, has come in this world.
She is a verry beautiful girl, her face has an angelic innocence that it’s hard to find and her peacefull eyes, look in a way that cut’s the gates of reality seeng somewhere beyond what the world appears to be.
A lot of princes wanted her as there wife..but her family decided finaly over one boy with who they insisted to marry her.
Ayiunyi, diden’t worried or annoyed hersealf with the situation because somehow she knew that everything will turn out just fine. As days went by…the wedding day was close, but just the night before the weding princess Ayiunyi, had a dream that showed her exactly what to do. Her first dejavu tipe of dream…the first from what her life it’s going to be from now on.
Early in the morning of the verry next day, just before the sun was rising, Ayiunyi left the castle to never return. The royal family saw hersealf helpless in front of these situation because not even with all the army that they had over command, they couldn’t find her. The forest always took good care of her children, and Ayiunyi was to become in some ways one with the nature.
The prince that was to be her husbund in time found himself another wife and Ayiunyi…well Ayiunyi walked on foot for kilometers without being hungry, feeling tired or thirsty. And as she followed her dream….new abilities were showing up to her.
She got to a river with poisoned water and the animals were sitting nearby feeling thirsty. So she tried the water with her finger in an innocent kind of way and the water turned clean and healthy to be drinked and the animals were happy that they wont suffer of thirst no longer.
Ayiunyi was verry surprised hearsealf about what just happened.
- you are the new Sibyl ? asked her a bunny…
Ayiunyi smiled…she diden’t quite understood what the bunny asked her…but it seemed to her a funny thing and also imposible.
The next stop, going on her way, was two hours later at a poor house that was sheltering a sad man, wich wasn’t able to walk. Again in her innocence she bend over him puting a hand over one of his knees, asking if she could help him with something…
- no my dear…answered the poor man, but after she lef the man was able to walk again…and he told himself that she was the next Sibyl.
Walking forward Ayiunyi meet a child who might of missed his entire life because he diden’t had the trust that every normal person has and that helps us in society. She took him by her side teaching him about life and opening his eyes about his own talents…so he stoped underestimating himself. They spend just a few days together, but for the kid these days have been verry important. The kid finaly remained in a village where a potter was neded, because making pots was his biggest talent.
At the end of these days, walking further through the forest she found a treasure, but Ayiunyi past right beside it without caring. Few hours after that, she found a sad family who’s house had been burned and they had no shealter now. The princess explained to them where the treasure was, and they were so happy knowing that soon they will have a new home, because now they have enough money to build one.
Next, princess Ayiunyi found in her way another sad person. He was sad because he diden’t knew how to do good to someone. So she explained to the man that no matter what you do to help someone eals it’s a good thing to do…either if you give shealter and food to an animal, or if you give a good advice to someone that has problems or if you do something for the best of another…it’s a good thing.
Then the man promised that he will try, and these it’s verry important because at that time promises realy meant something.
After these last meating Ayiunyi walked until the next day when she got in front of a cave at the beginning of a mountain. When she entered she found a poor arranged room like gallery and some moments away an old lady came frome the other part of the cave and asked her:
- You must be Ayiunyi…the old lady spoke to her with love…
- Yes mam’ …answered the girl.
- Give me something to eat…I am so so hungry, the old lady told her.
Ayiuny had to think a little before she remembered that she saw a trie with fruits outside, but she went out to get some …and gave them to the lady.
- The old lady received the fruits and smiled to her.
- Do you know who am I …she asked her.
- No mam’
- Ayiunyi…I sent you that dream…
- You did mam’
- I did …yes, cause you see, it’s not easy being a Sibyl, but you have the gift and the soul that every Sibyl needs to be what she is.
- I feel honoured mam’….
The old lady smiled…
The next three monts Ayiunyi became everything she had to be by what she had learn in all these time from the old lady.The old Sibyl died after these three monts but little before she died toled the princess …:
- Ayiunyi …your life isn’t what you see in front of your eyes, it’s what you do to see….you already did everything you had to do in your way to me, now I confer you my job as a Sibyl of the forest with all the certaincy that it will be in good hands.
Ayiunyi received with glad the mission of the old Sibyl, she never returned to her family and the word about her wisdome has been spread all over the country. The only ones who knew who the Sibyl realy was, were of course Ciripel and Ciripina wich not even they know how comes that they are still alive.
The new Sibyl, lived her life doing good to the animals and the nature, but of course she also helped many poor people and rich in the same way, who came to her for help.
A century later a little before Ayiunyi will celebrate 100 years as a Sibyl, a young girl turned 20, those 20 years that the actual Sibyl had when she left home.
P.S. If i still have grammar errors please report them to me through a comment and please be exact. Thank you…
My verry first english short work…with grammar problems but the first after all :D
I had a friend…
It rains…it rains a lot inside me. I thought that if I will stop cryng and wyning I’ll be okay…better than I was before.I never understood human nature I can bet my life that I never will. I had to go throu a few problems of my own to realize this.
I fealt weak and vulnerable long time after I stoped talking to you…aww right, sorry, long time after you stoped talking to me.
We had so mutch in common, so mutch that I used to think you were an exception from the rule and God, how wrong was i.However I dident want to admit my wrong, I moved on trusting you, hopping that you are not like the rest, I fealt so happy every time you sayed that we were friends that I cant realize if I was realy beliving you or did I needed for some reason to belive that.
You gott you’re sealf a girlfiend like it was someting you could buy from the store, and it was okay and normal in the same time.You needed to do that so I finaly realize that you were more than a friend to me…and it hurt me more than I thought it will.
We started talking less day after day until we stoped talking at all …because I stoped reaching for you.It’s been already one year since we haven’t spoken or seen eachother in any way.
I like to belive I’m over you, but somehow I know I’m not and I’m afraid of the moment that I’ll have to see you again because I know that seeng you will make me act foolish and childish and I’ll become in you’re eyes what I don’t want to become.
Sometimes I dream…I heard once a person asking what do dreams taste like, and I answered that it depends of what you dream.She toled me its not okay to dream cause most of them don’t come true.Ofcourse I replyed, I sayed that it was fals that it depends on the kind of dream that you have and that you should do anything to reach you’re dream, that a person without any dream at all it’s a dead person.Dreams are the reason we get up our bed in the morning, our reason to live, to go on throu this massed up world.
Dreams mean everything…
Suddenly I had a revelation…once I dreamed that you might get to love me and you failed me, you disappeared from my life like you never been in it, like a shadow that sees her sealf in the mirror and dosent see anything, in the same way you crossed my life and you dident see anything in me, nothing that might made you stay.
But it doesen’t matter…not all dreams come true and if you haven’t been able to decode my mind or see true my chest I’ll be waiting, no not waiting living my life and ,, writing’’ my own historie forward without you until I will find somebody able to change it from head to tail.
In this life they say we are all passing throu like tourists but I don’t need someone who one day will pass by me on the street and not even say hello, I need somebody to pass this life with me, beside me.
I have the bad habbit of wanting it all but all is not realy what I’m asking for.I want somebody’s entire love just for me and not less than forever.If only a vampire could love forever than I hope the nature or the fiction will give me one. But what I realy wish for is a person human enough to be the vampire who might love me forever.
The last thing I feel the need to say is that…I had a friend, I realy cared about, than I wished for us to be more but it dident worked, I had a friend long time ago and I cant wait to see him again and ask him if his okay althou I might look foolish and childish in his eyes and he will never feel anything for me the way I did.
In the meantime I am writing my life down and I am waiting for the love of my life…
Pulbere de praf
Pulbere de praf…
camera dezordonata
ce-a ramas in urma ta
aduc a scena unui loc de crima
si nici daca am fi facut scrima
nu ramanea asa
te-ai grabit sa pleci din casa
si din viata mea
lasand in urma atatea urme
un glont cazut langa noptiera
si praf de pusca in scrumiera
un pachet gol de tigari
si-o raza de lumina
intre daramaturi .
Eu..desculta,
intr-un maiou si niste blugi
stau proptita de perete
langa fereastra uda, rece…
trag in piept si ma innec
fumez de ciuda si de stres
cand nici macar tigara bine n-o tin
ci pur si simplu-ncerc sa o sustin…
degaj atata nepasare
cand casa e pe dos
si inima mi-e distrusa…
se completeaza decorul cu starea
pulbere de praf iti anuntau plecarea
inca se vad urme de pasi pe holul ingust
acum stiu de ce pana si cerul e trist
din geam te vad cum calci intr-o balta
si-am simtit ca si cum mi-ai calca
inima toata…
a trecut un sfert de ora
ploaia s-a oprit din hora
si se stinge ziua sub aura terrei
la fel ca tigara pe care n-o mai terimin
toate se sting si toate se sterg…
pana si urmele pasilor tai se duc
pe nestiute …la fel ca tine…
la fel ca iubirea ce candva
sufletul mi-l incalzea…
Tu…
Un semineu aprins
O sofa veche si ponosita.
In dreapta ei, o tavita
Cu doua cani de ceai
Care tin companie unui teanc de carti
In mijloc un covor pufos
Iar in stanga o pisica
Ce blanda doarme-n al ei cos
In mijloc…eu
Tavita mai pastreaza acum
Doar o cana…
In asteptarea unui tu…
Cine esti tu ?
Un blond cu ochii negrii?
Ceaiul din cana incepe sa se raceasca
De plictiseala asteptarii tale
Ce esti tu ?
O dorinta ireala ?
Sau o realitate latenta ?
Unde esti tu ?
Adie ideea unei intrebari
Ca un vant de mai…
Un zgomot de geam spart
Se-aude…
Si rapaitul ploii
Pe parchetul plin de cioburi
Care inconjoara
Imensa grindinda
Cazuta in casa din afara
Imi racesc starea interioara
Grindina nu e alta
Decat durerea neschimbata
Iar acea ploaie furtunoasa
E unicul meu raspuns…
Celui din urma gand…
Iar eu reincalzesc la infinit..
Ceaiul…
English poetry and thoughts
Eagles fly…
eagles fly
no matter why
i still feel to say goodbye
tears keep falling down my face
you keep crawling to my feet
honestly i love you so
but you’ll have to let me go
let me leave and let me live
in you no more will i believe
i wish no more to relive
the days i shared
and now got scared
by you and you’re
selfish behaviour
so what you had
and treated so bad
you lost today
as eagles keep flyng away
IN LOVE WITH YOU BOY …
Time goes by
With you hours could fly
Memouries go hy
Up in the great big sky
Day by day
And night by night
We laugh and talk
We joke and walk
Block by block
From parck to parck
And day by day
I’m more in love with u boy
You’re near at night
Right by my sight
When ever I need
To hear the beat
Of you’re heart
You’re by my sight
It’s a dangerous game
Cause without you nothing is the same
I’m afraide to lose you baby
When I think that maby
Our love is not what it seems to be
And I’m more in love with you boy
As days go by ….
Don’t realy know….
Shure I realy miss u
Shure I’d love to kiss u
You bett I realy loved you
Of course I had to fight u
Cause you never listen
When I tried to whisper
Like a God damn cristian
Problems that made life heavier
For me…..
So our relationship dide’nt work
I had to think you were a dorck
You dident loved me same I did
And such a men I just don’t need
Now I don’t realy now
What you’re gonna do whithout
A women to chek you out
You know you’re like an 8 year kid
You cant support you’re self , you never did
And I know that you’re so low
But what you don’t know
Is that I’m better of on my own
Some words…
Romana:
Am o pagina alba in fata mea, si chiar nu stiu daca e viata mea sau o pagina libera din noul meu blog, ce se va umple pe masura ce voi apasa butoanele tastaturii mele.Singurul lucru de care sunt sigura este faptul ca prin titlul blogului vreau sa subliniez faptul ca uneori cuvintele ne pot acapara atentia unora dintre noi, spun unora fiindca nu toti suntem pasionati de literatura.
English:
I’ ve got a blank paper in front of me and i realy don’t know if it’s my life or my new blog entry that will fill it sealf as far as i’ll push the letters of my keyboard…the only think that i am sure of it’s that by the name of my blog
,, Vampirely letters” although i’m not quite sure i write it down corectly, either that it means the same in english as it does in my maternal language, but the fact is that i am underlining the way that words, steal our atention sometimes…that is for at least some of us, because we have to admit, not all of us are interested in culture…or literature.
Ploaia..
Atat de cenusiu…
Atat de cenusiu…
Unde candva era
o pata de culoare
Acum gasesc un trist
Apus de soareCandva
,demult simteam
Fiece zi senina
Acum, chiar ieri plangeam
Doar din a
ta vinaPana ieri radeam
La orice gluma simpla
Cadeam ma ridicam
Spuneam se mai intampla…Atat de cenusiu
E cerul vietii mele
De mult n-are nici luna
Nici sutele de stele
Locul tau pustiu
Pe
patul cenusiu
Ca iubirea mea
Neatins va sta…Prapastia adanca
E acum lac de stanca
De lacrimile mele
S-a umplut devremeCe
vreme nervoasa
Isi face acum casa
In pace nu ma lasa…
Ce noapte
furtunoasa….Imi este viata toata
Ce greu imi e sa mai zambesc o
data
Ma simt atat de moarta
Pentru tine si lumea toataNoaptea
asta
Isi are sfarsit
Ca-n fiece data
Va venii un rasarit…
Fragment de carte…
,,[...]Astfel am descoperit cu stupoare ca mica gura de apa in care ne atarnam cozile cand stateam ridicate pe stanci era defapt desparita de un perete stancos de restul oceanului si continea in prelungirea sa un pavilion care ducea catre o galerie a pesterii, parca rupta din realitate.
Pavilionul prin care venisem eu isi revarsa apa de-alungul unui perete formand la bazele acestuia un paraias care separa doua maluri incarcate cu cristale si diamante unul mai frumos ca altul atat de mirifice si de puternice incat luminau pur si simplu bezna in care zacea minunata galerie.
Era un soi de penumbra o intensitate asemenea unui apus de soare…de o frumusete care te lasa fara de grai chiar si in situatia in care stii n* limbi sa vorbesti.
Nu credeam ca am sa vad vreodata ceva mai frumos decat sauropodele natural impietrite din galeria de deasupra, fosilizate intr-un moment nefast al vietii lor sau intr-un stadiu scheletic al existentei lor asteptand cuminti sa fie descoperite peste veacuri de civilizatii avansate.[...]”
