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And my latest wordpress blog: Communication Jazz 

I moved to my 360 yahoo page, since…ahem…I’m not exactly pleased with a certain host . Therefore, voila: http://360.yahoo.com/jane_came_by

“We’re on the one road, sharing a one load, we’re on the road to God knows where…we’re on the one road, it may be the wrong road, but we’re together now, who cares?” …

 

the highway was long and nasty (Romanian style), but it felt like nobody could stop us, we were finally on the road, free and “singing a sooooldieeeer’s sooong”!  

 

destination: the seaside, to the hippie’s special place (or is it still?)…and from there, the destination is everywhere…anywhere along the horizon, just pick your direction and you’re there. you could feel limited by the bidimensional image of the sea-horizon-sky or you could see it in depth, unlimited possibilities. it didn`t matter what lied in the East, you could just as well dream of the West. the sea is an endless connection to the whole world.

 

and the light was always so strange…it didn’t feel like I was on Earth anymore, the sky was of an unreal colour, only the people were real. and they were all doing their thing. living their youth, their enthusiasm, their escape…

 

when I’m going back, I want less people, more silence for the breeze and no burning sun. my definition of the seaside.

…mourning for my lost sensitivity…

 

lament and confusion, defensive, numb, ignorant, what what what, when do you go away???

 

and reason…and a bitch in a mirror of a past princess

 

flaws and crime, and self-everything – start with hatred, end in pain, but me and pain never accepted each other anyway…

 

my god, how tiring, my god…

 

and the doubtless certainty that I deserve it all – the creator and the victim. one kiss would make it all go away, just one word, one act of love, and it can make me shine. but let`s not be selfish, others have their bigger tragedies, priority rules.

 

who is this inside me, get it out!

what did I ever do for colour to claim it?

Cică s-a dus 1 iunie. Şi cică de acum nu mai suntem în centrul atenţiei. Staţi numai să vedeţi. Nimeni nu poate ignora un copchil care zbiară pentru dreptul la joc.  Şi nici unul care ţopăie prin casă ca să atragă atenţia, poate poate s-o juca cineva cu el.

 

Eu am dormit most of the day, mostly because am ţopăit prea mult, şi la vârsta şi greutatea mea asta are consecinţe asupra stocului de energie. Da am recuperat după cafea şi acum cred că draga mea familie adânc adormită mă înjura în somn.  

 

Maşinuţe pentru stimultan #2 n-am găsit că am rude nevoiaşe cu copchii şi mai nevoiaşi, aşa că voi cumpăra  sau voi fura de la verişorii mai puţin nevoiaşi . Kidding…or am I? (Hood, Robin Hood )

 

Între timp mă joc cu mâţele, că-s singurele dispuse la ora asta şi…mă gândesc cu oroare la sesiune. Iar copchiilor stresaţi pentru care port dorul cu mine tot timpul le urez pauze multe şi cofeină cât încape. Şi să ştie că me is thinking of them every once in a while printre rândurile din cursuri şi piere cheful de curs şi vine cheful de privit pe geam îngândurată. Aplicăm mulţi muci (a.k.a. kisses, for outsiders, dun ask why) şi tight hugs cu tona şi ne simţim un pic mai jolly.  

Ca să putem fi cu toţii mai artişti. Mai “uite ce profund mă doare”. Mai “omul din mine grăieşte”. Mai patetici şi mai supăraţi. Mai lasă-mă că n-am chef.

Are you holding me for the same reason I want you to hold me?