Morala

Tot nu cred ca "lucrurile importante au nevoie de timp". I'm in semi-zombie mode si n-am avut nevoie decat de o saptamana pentru asta :-j.

PS: This is my sleepy, mazed welcome back hello catre blogosfera.

It was a nice ride

Well, cred ca-i gata de acum... Mai ramane sa cant duminica Gaudeamus Igitur la care nu stiu decat inceputul adica Gaudeamus Igitur :D si sa fac tone de poze.

PS: Stiu ca-i patetic si melancolic, dar o sa imi fie dor de toata lumea (n-o sa plang chiar, spre nenorocul Silviei) si imi pare bine ca am trecut pe aici si ca am invatat atatea. Si bune si rele si obositoare si aducatoare de satisfactii.

Portofoliu la Stiinte

La trecerea de pietoni, asteptand sa se inverzeasca semaforul, mama si baietelul chicotesc. Baietelul e in clasa a III-a, a IV-a cel mult. Veselie nevoie mare pana cand copilul isi aduce aminte: "Vai, am de facut portofoliu la Stiinte." Portofoliu?
What are these poor kids learning in funny, cool primary school?
In clasa a III-a, imi amintesc si acum, aduceam la scoala cartofi pe care trebuia sa ii taiem in diferite forme, sa-i examinam putin si pe urma sa-i bagam in acuarele ca sa putem pe urma sa stampilam cu ei foile albe de hartie, mandrindu-ne ca am desenat ceva ce numai noi puteam identifica. Astea erau Stiintele, asta era portofoliul. :D Si uite ce bine am ajuns!

Cartea vietii, a junglei, a...

Sting-The Book Of My Life

Let me watch by the fire and remember my days
And it may be a trick of the firelight
But the flickering pages that trouble my sight
Is a book I'm afraid to write

It's the book of my days, it's the book of my life
And it's cut like a fruit on the blade of a knife
And it's all there to see as the section reveals
There's some sorrow in every life

If it reads like a puzzle, a wandering maze
Then I won't understand 'til the end of my days
I'm still forced to remember,
Remember the words of my life

There are promises broken and promises kept
Angry words that were spoken, when I should have wept
There's a chapter of secrets, and words to confess
If I lose everything that I possess
There's a chapter on loss and a ghost who won't die
There's a chapter on love where the ink's never dry
There are sentences served in a prison I built out of lies.

Though the pages are numbered
I can't see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life

There's a chapter on fathers a chapter on sons
There are pages of conflicts that nobody won
And the battles you lost and your bitter defeat,
There's a page where we fail to meet

There are tales of good fortune that couldn't be planned
There's a chapter on god that I don't understand
There's a promise of Heaven and Hell but I'm damned if I see

Though the pages are numbered
I can't see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life

Now the daylight's returning
And if one sentence is true
All these pages are burning
And all that's left is you

Though the pages are numbered
I can't see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life

Cred ca va merge mai bine cand voi avea dublul varstei de acum, dar nu-i asa ca are voce super Sting? :D

PS: La multi ani! Erau multi copii in oras azi. Si mancau multa inghetata.