Scrisoare catre Mos Craciun

Draga Mos Craciun, Vreau sa stii ca nu existi, cel putin nu in forma traditionala. Esti doar o legenda urbana, o poveste de adormit copiii. Nu ai o fabrica de jucarii in Laponia unde minionii tai lucreaza non stop ca apoi sa te duci intr-o noapte la toti copiii din lume, sa le intrii pe cosul de fum in casa si sa le lasi jucaria. E ilogic. Iar daca ai fi existat, as fi avut un singur lucru sa iti spun: ma pis pe tine de magar materialist. Copiii, desi nu o stiu, nu au nevoie numai de jucarii ca sa fie fericiti. Au nevoie de iubire, de caldura sufleteasca,...

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23. Povestea despre cum mi-a salvat viata

E prea frumoasa ca sa nu o impartasesc si cu voi. Draga Andra, Scriu postarea asta ca un cadou de casa noua. O scriu pentru tine, dar mai ales pentru mine, ca sa nu uit niciodata. Sunt lucruri pe care le-am tot spus in postarile anterioare, dar vreau sa le adun pe toate intr-un loc. Vreau sa imi aduc aminte mereu de lucrurile pe care mi le-ai daruit. Am avut multe dezamagiri in viata. Pe plan sentimental si nu numai. Am dat piciorul la facultate (da, stiu a fost decizia mea, dar au fost totusi niste ani pierduti). Am dat piciorul la o...

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Stefan isi da cu parerea ampulea - Editia 1: Acces Direct

In aceasta prima editie de „Stefan isi da cu parerea ampulea”,  un nou proiect la care m-am apucat sa lucrez din cauza a prea mult timp liber, am ales sa vorbesc despre presa tabloida din Romania, in special de Acces Direct de la Antena 1. Fratele meu, emisiunea asta e cea mai mindfuck dintre toate. Si nu e mindfuck in sensul ca iti provoaca intelectul intr-un mod constructiv, nu. Literalmente iti fute creierul in asa hal incat iti omoara din neuroni. De fiecare data cand citesti sau vezi ceva ce iti provoaca un sentiment de scarba si...

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Pentru voi, povestea noastra se opreste aici

Dragii mei doi cititori, Am decis de comun acord ca cel mai bine ar fi sa ne continuam corespondenta prin bloguri private. Asa ar fi cel mai corect pentru ca e urat sa o expun intregii lumi. Stiu, cititi asta cu lacrimi in ochi, dar nu am ce sa va fac. Sunt prea multe detalii personale ca sa continui sa fac publice scrisorile pentru ea. Oricum, poate, atunci cand o sa vina finalul fericit, o sa postez aici ca sa va bucurati pentru noi. Pana atunci o sa folosesc blogul asta in continuare sa postez restul de lucruri care nu sunt legate de ea. Sa...

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Coldplay

De patru zile ascult numai asta, in continuu. Altceva nu am mai ascultat. Nu stiu, compilatia asta ma linisteste si imi ofera claritate. Primesc inspiratia de care am nevoie pentru a exprima intr-un mod cat mai veritabil ceea ce simt. De mult timp nu m-a mai atins in asa fel muzica. E ceva sublim. V-o recomand daca vreodata va veti confrunta cu o situatie complicata si aveti nevoie de motivatie ca sa mergeti mai depart...

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Pentru Prieteni

Scriu postarea asta sa va multumesc ca ati fost alaturi de mine si ca ati avut rabdare cu toate prostiile mele. Va multumesc ca nu a trebuit sa trec singur prin asta. Sper ca nu o sa va suparati ca va folosesc numele reale. Daca e ceva, imi ziceti si le schimb. Multumesc in primul rand Corinei. Ea a fost si acum, ca in nenumarate randuri, umarul pe care am putut sa plang. A fost mana intinsa atunci cand am cazut. A fost sprijinul de care aveam nevoie in perioadele urate din viata mea. Multumesc pentru sfaturile tale care ma ajuta enorm. Esti...

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Intermission

Ce rahat se intampla? Eu nu mai inteleg nimic. Nimeni nu stie nimic. Nimeni nu vrea sa imi explice. Nu merit. Am exagerat. Nu trebuia sa fac asta. M-am grabit. Creier prost. Abia ma linistisem. Am vrut sa fac ceva dragut. Consider ca am reusit. Atunci de ce atata drama? De ce block. De ce respingere. De ce nici un semn. Nu merit. Nici tu nu meriti. Nu a fost intentia mea sa suferi. Macar cu ce am gresit? Spune-mi, sa nu ma mai urc pe pereti. Nu merit. Sunt confuz. Nu stiu ce am facut. Am o idee, dar e stupida. Doar dintr-atat? Vrei sa te las in...

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Letter to my future self

I always dreamed about being a time traveler. Needless to say I’m a huge Dr. Who fan. Anywhore, I am more curious about the past than the future. I mean, ok, like every living person I wonder what the future will hold, how the world would be in fifty, one hundred, one thousand years from now. Still there’s something about going back that appeals to my curiosity. I guess it’s because of that feeling you get after you go to a place which you haven’t visited in a long time and you are amazed by how much it has changed. You start to draw in your head...

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What's this I'm feeling?

“Is this the real life?”  I really don’t know anymore. I never thought that I could ever feel something this powerful, this beautiful. I was ready to lose hope. I was ready to accept my fate, to lay down my weapons and surrender to the nothingness that life was offering me. But then she appeared…it was in a such a random way that one might think the universe moved some things around in order for me to know her. And this gave me hope. I realized that I was not forgotten, that someone or something out there is watching my struggle and decided to...

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Story of My Life

I was born in a small town near Ploiesti, in Romania. I was a naughty child, even though everybody was under the impression that I’m very quiet and good. They even used me as an example to other naughty kids. I like to think that I was very smart, by the age of 5 I could easily do math problems and read with no impediment. In kindergarten my teacher often asked me to read slide films subtitles. All in all I was above average. Being such and adventurous and unsettled child, at the age of six I had an accident and lost my right eye. I was haunted...

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Thank you!

I am writing this in order to express everything I couldn’t in my previous poem, and  those who know her and have read the poem have figured that I have a lot more to say. I know I will probably overwhelm her and I promised that I would stop doing that, that I would try to find a balance, but the heart gets what the heart wants, and the heart wants to express itself in writing. I cannot mess with my heart’s desires, especially because it has been so kind to me and showed me all these awesome feelings. So here it goes. Thank you for being...

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Lifechanger

This is it, don't know where to start I met a girl, as it always begins To write about her is really, really hard She's the violin and my soul, its strings It's difficult to put into words And to describe the kindness of her heart It's like trying to fit the whole ocean In a single, awesome work of art But it's a shame and, really, it's a crime That nobody has ever written A story with or maybe without rhyme But I will, because I have lots of time So I'll try, from my lonely, little soul To show you all who have yet to meet her How she can take...

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Random Thoughts

It's not the fact that I exagerate when I like someone, and start being sweet and charming to enter her graces that bothers me. It's the fact that I risk being taken advantage of that doesn't give me peace.  I know I overreact sometimes and overwhelm her, but it's the only way I know how to express my feelings. I  am  often told that  I have to search for that middle ground, that state of  equilibrium between being nice and a total asshole, but it's not that easy as it might seem. On one hand, being nice and thoughtful...

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Ode to an Unknown Girl

Birds may fly and waters flow But I wonder if you know That the trees will grow a mile For your pretty little smile If you open your big eyes That stare deep into my soul I will reach and touch the skies Make your happiness my goal I don't know you, but no matter I just know that you can be My most precious alma mater To my heart you have the key If you're lonely and not sure If your life has deeper meaning Just know that i'll find a cure For your heart and you'll start dreaming And i'll make you realize That you're worth more than you think It...

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De ce Rush este cea mai awesome trupa rock din toate timpurile.

Pun pariu ca atunci cand ati citit titlul nici jumatate din voi nu stiau cine e Rush. E normal, Rush nu a fost niciodata mainstream. Presa muzicala a vremii cand s-au infiintat, desi ii bagau in seama, le scriau numai critici negative, cand ei umpleau arene intregi la concerte. Rush erau ciudatii muzici rock, erau diferiti de ceea ce oamenii defineau normal, daca se poate folosi cuvantul asta pentru muzica rock. Dar asta era farmecul lor, au luat muzica si au facut-o a lor, fara sa copieze pe altii, fara sa faca compromisuri. Ce simteau, aia cantau. Rush...

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The Story of V

V nu e ceea ce ai putea sa numesti normala. Nu te gandi ca e anormala in sensul rau, e doar…speciala. Are un intreg set de principii si proritati diferite de ale unui om obisnuit si asta o scoate in evidenta in mod negativ pentru omul de rand, dar pozitiv pentru mine. Intotdeauna mi-au placut lucrurile diferite, iesite din comun si probabil asta m-a atras cel mai mult la ea. Dar pana sa ajungem la asta sa vorbim un pic despre ea. In primul rand nu ai de unde sa stii ce gandeste. Nu poti niciodata sa ghicesti ce va spune sau cum va actiona intr-o...

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