tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18376332700665646372024-02-08T16:57:07.500+02:00Dacă găseşti un drum fără obstacole, probabil că drumul acela nu duce nicăieri.Fii schimbarea pe care vrei să o vezi în lume.Andrei Filiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251590755860959340noreply@blogger.comBlogger49125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1837633270066564637.post-41938931020089571242011-05-17T18:12:00.004+03:002011-05-17T22:35:50.812+03:00Noapte de april (dedicatie pentru o persoana speciala)Iti multumesc ca stii sa ma faci mare<br />Caci pan'acum am fost atat de mic<br />Ca scoti din mine tot ce-i rau si doare<br />Si-am devenit deodata totul....din nimic.<br /><br />Mi-ai aratat ca iarba-i totusi verde<br />Si tot ce-i rau dispare intr-o doara.<br />Nimic pe lume nu se poate pierde<br />De'ncepe intr-o zi de primavara.<br /><br />Cu-acel sarut timid din prima noapte<br />Simtindu-ti buzele, incet, atat de dulci<br />Inima mea, domol, ca printre soapte<br />Cu a ta vraja , ai inceput s-o smulgi.<br /><br />Trezindu-ma apoi de dimineata<br />Cu viata ta batand la mine-n piept<br />Primisem sansa la o noua viata<br />Transplantul reusise si era perfect.<br /><br />Cand vor zbura vreodata nori deasupra noastra<br />Si pieptul va incepe sa ne doara<br />In modul cel mai tainic si febril<br />A noastra minte va fugi spre primavara<br />Si gandul la o noapte de april.Andrei Filiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251590755860959340noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1837633270066564637.post-75493570000660671782010-01-31T14:58:00.001+02:002010-01-31T14:58:55.947+02:00William Ernest Henley - InvictusOUT of the night that covers me,<br /> Black as the Pit from pole to pole, <br />I thank whatever gods may be<br /> For my unconquerable soul.<br /><br />In the fell clutch of circumstance<br /> I have not winced nor cried aloud, <br />Under the bludgeonings of chance<br /> My head is bloody, but unbowed.<br /><br />Beyond this place of wrath and tears<br /> Looms but the horror of the shade, <br />And yet the menace of the years<br /> Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.<br /><br />It matters not how strait the gate,<br /> How charged with punishments the scroll, <br />I am the master of my fate:<br /> I am the captain of my soul.Andrei Filiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251590755860959340noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1837633270066564637.post-83719996319945060022010-01-30T15:28:00.000+02:002010-01-30T15:29:52.875+02:00Octavian Paler - Decalog<span style="font-weight:bold;">Prima porunca</span>: Sa astepti oricât.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">A doua porunca</span>: Sa astepti orice.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">A treia porunca</span>: Sa nu-ti amintesti, în schimb, orice. Nu sunt bune decât amintirile care te ajuta sa traiesti în prezent.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">A patra porunca</span>: Sa nu numeri zilele.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">A cincea porunca</span>: Sa nu uiti ca orice asteptare e provizorie, chiar daca dureaza toata viata.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">A sasea porunca</span>: Repeta ca nu exista pustiu. Exista doar incapacitatea noastra de a umple golul în care traim.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">A saptea porunca</span>: Nu pune în aceeasi oala si rugaciunea si pe Dumnezeu. Rugaciunea este uneori o forma de a spera a celui ce nu îndrazneste sa spere singur.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">A opta porunca</span>: Daca gândul asta te ajuta, nu evita sa recunosti ca speri neavând altceva mai bun de facut sau chiar pentru a te feri de urmarile faptului ca nu faci nimic.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">A noua porunca</span>: Binecuvânteaza ocazia de a-ti apartine în întregime. Singuratatea e o târfa care nu te învinuieste ca esti egoist.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">A zecea porunca</span>: Aminteste-ti ca paradisul a fost, aproape sigur, într-o grota.Andrei Filiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251590755860959340noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1837633270066564637.post-4682821774325356982010-01-30T15:25:00.001+02:002010-01-30T15:25:32.453+02:00Octavian Paler - Avem timpAvem timp pentru toate.<br />Sa dormim, sa alergam in dreapta si-n stanga,<br />sa regretam c-am gresit si sa gresim din nou,<br />sa-i judecam pe altii si sa ne absolvim pe noi insine,<br />avem timp sa citim si sa scriem,<br />sa corectam ce-am scris, sa regretam ce-am scris,<br />avem timp sa facem proiecte si sa nu le respectam,<br />avem timp sa ne facem iluzii si sa rascolim prin cenusa lor mai tarziu.<br />Avem timp pentru ambitii si boli,<br />sa invinovatim destinul si amanuntele,<br />avem timp sa privim norii, reclamele sau un accident oarecare,<br />avem timp sa ne-alungam intrebarile, sa amanam raspunsurile,<br />avem timp sa sfaramam un vis si sa-l reinventam,<br />avem timp sa ne facem prieteni, sa-i pierdem,<br />avem timp sa primim lectii si sa le uitam dupa-aceea,<br />avem timp sa primim daruri si sa nu le-ntelegem.<br />Avem timp pentru toate.<br />Nu e timp doar pentru putina tandrete.<br />Cand sa facem si asta – murim.<br />Am invatat unele lucruri in viata pe care vi le impartasesc si voua !!<br />Am invatat ca nu poti face pe cineva sa te iubeasca<br />Tot ce poti face este sa fii o persoana iubita.<br />Restul … depinde de ceilalti.<br />Am invatat ca oricat mi-ar pasa mie<br />Altora s-ar putea sa nu le pase.<br />Am invatat ca dureaza ani sa castigi incredere<br />Si ca doar in cateva secunde poti sa o pierzi<br />Am invatat ca nu conteaza CE ai in viata<br />Ci PE CINE ai.<br />Am invatat ca te descurci si ti-e de folos farmecul cca 15 minute<br />Dupa aceea, insa, ar fi bine sa stii ceva.<br />Am invatat ca nu trebuie sa te compari cu ceea ce pot altii mai bine sa faca<br />Ci cu ceea ce poti tu sa faci<br />Am invatat ca nu conteaza ce li se intampla oamenilor<br />Ci conteaza ceea ce pot eu sa fac pentru a rezolva<br />Am invatat ca oricum ai taia<br />Orice lucru are doua feţe<br />Am invatat ca trebuie sa te desparti de cei dragi cu cuvinte calde<br />S-ar putea sa fie ultima oara cand ii vezi<br />Am invatat ca poti continua inca mult timp<br />Dupa ce ai spus ca nu mai poti<br />Am invatat ca eroi sunt cei care fac ce trebuie, cand trebuie<br />Indiferent de consecinte<br />Am invatat ca sunt oameni care te iubesc<br />Dar nu stiu s-o arate<br />Am invatat ca atunci cand sunt suparat am DREPTUL sa fiu suparat<br />Dar nu am dreptul sa fiu si rau<br />Am invatat ca prietenia adevarata continua sa existe chiar si la distanta<br />Iar asta este valabil si pentru iubirea adevarata<br />Am invatat ca, daca cineva nu te iubeste cum ai vrea tu<br />Nu inseamna ca nu te iubeste din tot sufletul.<br />Am invatat ca indiferent cat de bun iti este un prieten<br />Oricum te va rani din cand in cand<br />Iar tu trebuie sa-l ierti pentru asta.<br />Am invatat ca nu este intotdeauna de ajuns sa fii iertat de altii<br />Cateodata trebuie sa inveti sa te ierti pe tine insuti<br />Am invatat ca indiferent cat de mult suferi,<br />Lumea nu se va opri in loc pentru durerea ta.<br />Am invatat ca trecutul si circumstantele ti-ar putea influenta<br />personalitatea<br />Dar ca TU esti responsabil pentru ceea ce devii<br />Am invatat ca, daca doi oameni se cearta, nu inseamna ca nu se iubesc<br />Si nici faptul ca nu se cearta nu dovedeste ca se iubesc.<br />Am invatat ca uneori trebuie sa pui persoana pe primul loc<br />Si nu faptele sale<br />Am invatat ca doi oameni pot privi acelasi lucru<br />Si pot vedea ceva total diferit<br />Am invatat ca indiferent de consecinte<br />Cei care sunt cinstiti cu ei insisi ajung mai departe in viata<br />Am invatat ca viata iti poate fi schimbata in cateva ore<br />De catre oameni care nici nu te cunosc.<br />Am invatat ca si atunci cand crezi ca nu mai ai nimic de dat<br />Cand te striga un prieten vei gasi puterea de a-l ajuta.<br />Am invatat ca scrisul<br />Ca si vorbitul<br />Poate linisti durerile sufletesti<br />Am invatat ca oamenii la care tii cel mai mult<br />Iti sunt luati prea repede …<br />Am invatat ca este prea greu sa-ti dai seama<br />Unde sa tragi linie intre a fi amabil, a nu rani oamenii si a-ti sustine parerile.<br />Am invatat sa iubesc<br />Ca sa pot sa fiu iubit.Andrei Filiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251590755860959340noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1837633270066564637.post-55137061910713852622010-01-30T15:14:00.005+02:002010-01-30T15:28:53.347+02:00Octavian PalerLECTIE INUTILA DE LOGICA<br /><br /><br />Asa se întâmpla logic,<br />plecam si sosim undeva.<br />Plecam pentru o clipa, pentru un ceas, pentru o viata,<br />poate nu trebuia sa plecam, dar problema nu-i asta,<br />ci faptul ca sosim undeva, totdeauna sosim undeva,<br />poate nu sosim la timp, nu sosim unde trebuie,<br />nu sosim unde-am vrut<br />dar sosim undeva si câta vreme sosim undeva<br />totul e logic<br />chiar daca logica si fericirea sunt lucruri total diferite,<br />totusi am plecat si am sosit undeva,<br />am gresit drumul, dar am sosit undeva,<br />dar când nu mai sosim nicaieri<br />totul devine ilogic. Spre ce ne ducem<br />daca nu sosim nicaieri?<br /><br /><br />PERPLEXITATE<br /><br />Tu spui, linistit, „adevar”<br />Ei se uita la tine si tac,<br />fara sa priceapa ce vrei,<br />dar pentru ca sunt oameni educati<br />întreaba: „Cât costa?”<br />Tu le arati mâinile goale,<br />dar ei nu mai pricep gestul demult<br />si, nedumeriti, dau sa plece.<br />Tu alergi si le spui: „speranta”.<br />Politicosi, ei se opresc si te întreaba<br />înca o data: „Cât costa?”<br />Iar tu nu sti ce valoare are aperanta. Si taci.<br /><br /><br />ZODIA RACULUI<br /><br /><br />Ce bine ar fi fost sa fiu un rac autentic,<br />sa merg constant înapoi.<br />Te-as întâlni printre amintiri<br />si dupa ce te-as gasi nu ti-as mai da drumul,<br />te-as târî cu mine înapoi,<br />sa ne iubim tineri si nevinovati,<br />dupa care, mereu înapoi, te-as târî mai departe,<br />spre copilarie,<br />ne-am juca inocenti<br />pâna ce, obositi de joc si de inocenta,<br />am disparea într-un mit.<br />Dar nu sunt un rac autentic,<br />în zadar ma tot laud cu zodia mea,<br />sunt condamnat sa merg înainte<br />si tot ce pot e sa târasc între clestii mei de rac<br />toata memoria mea, fara sa cedez nimic, nimic, nimic,<br />cu riscul ca povara ei uriasa sa ma ucida într-o zi.Andrei Filiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251590755860959340noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1837633270066564637.post-40329191831804847972010-01-10T01:52:00.002+02:002010-01-10T14:39:23.312+02:00Victor Socaciu - Caruta cu flori<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Oor2b2nCUY&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Oor2b2nCUY&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />In mainile cui, privirile cui te-ating?<br />Trimite-mi vesti inapoi,<br />Privirile cui si mainile cui te strang?<br />Trimite-mi vesti despre noi..<br /><br />La geamul meu trist, doar cu cerul vecin,<br />Cocorii imi pleaca mereu<br />Penumbra e toamna, penumbra e-n vin,<br />Ce umbra e-n umarul meu.<br /><br />Refren..<br /><br />Canasta si vinul la tanti Elen,<br />Nea Gelu cafeaua rasnind,<br />Icoane-mi par astazi uitate-ntr-un tren,<br />Ce nu se mai vede venind..<br /><br />Refren..<br /><br />Din clopotul cerului catre Pamant<br />O clipa amurg sa-ti mai fiu,<br />Othello cu bratele frante iti sunt<br />Si doar palpaind iti mai scriu.<br /><br />Refren..<br /><br />In satul cel lung si cu portile verzi,<br />Ascuns totdeauna sub nori,<br />De-as sti ca mai esti si ca pasii ti-i pierzi,<br />As veni-ntr-o caruta cu flori..!Andrei Filiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251590755860959340noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1837633270066564637.post-56400854917117130962010-01-10T01:01:00.002+02:002010-01-10T14:40:00.489+02:00VisNu esti doar o fata anume<br />Ma faci doar in vise sa stau<br />N-ai inca chip,<br />nici forma <br />Sau nume,<br />te vad in vis<br />n-am noima si stare pe lume<br />te vreau. incontinuu te vreau.<br /><br />imi placi<br />cand taci.<br />din ochii tai caprui<br />frumosi si mari ca doua stele<br />si pan'acum ai nimanui<br />rasar milioane de cuvinte<br />si-mi place sa inot prin ele<br />pana-mi dau seama ca n-am minte<br />caci totu-i in visele mele.<br /><br />as vrea sa fiu <br />si sa nu fiu<br />sa pot trai mereu in vis<br />cand luna urca printre stele<br />sa evadam spre paradis<br />sa fim noi viata dintre ele.Andrei Filiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251590755860959340noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1837633270066564637.post-31403458451923271472009-12-31T21:24:00.006+02:002010-01-01T04:25:06.168+02:00La multi aniNe apropiem cu pasi repezi catre finalul acestui an. Unul bun si rau pentru fiecare dintre noi;greu sau usor, depinde cum ni l-am facut fiecare. E important sa pastram ce-a fost bine, sa reparam ce-a fost rau,pentru a avea un 2010 mult mai bun...poate perfect.<br /><br />Acum , cand steaua lui 2009 se pregateste sa-si paraseasca cerul, eu va doresc multa sanatate, fericire si sa dea Dumnezeu sa avem cu totii un an bun, un an cu cat mai multe vise implinite.<br /><br />LA MULTI ANI 2010!!!Andrei Filiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251590755860959340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1837633270066564637.post-46004419192145991542009-12-29T00:46:00.001+02:002009-12-29T00:46:33.152+02:00BancSe trezeşte unul de dimineaţă din cauza unor zgomote ciudate: se crăpa de ziuă. O caută pe nevastă-sa în pat şi n-o găseşte: o furase somnul. Se duce la baie şi se uită în oglindă, dar oglinda se face ţăndări: aruncase o privire. Pleacă la serviciu şi pe drum vede două tipuri de oameni: unii care scădeau în înălţime (pe ăia îi rodeau pantofii) şi alţii care dispăreau pur şi simplu (pe ăia îi fura peisajul). Ajunge la serviciu şi îşi vede toţi colegii lipiţi de tavan: purtau discuţii la nivel înalt. La un moment dat se dezlipesc şi cad toţi deodată: căzuseră de comun acord. Se enervează şi pleacă de la serviciu. Pe drum, îl vede pe unul lipit de asfalt şi vreo doi care trăgeau de el să-l dezlipească: era sărac lipit pămîntului.Andrei Filiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251590755860959340noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1837633270066564637.post-91577280955353986432009-12-18T10:16:00.001+02:002009-12-18T10:18:01.018+02:00FulgiCand noaptea se lasa si luminile se sting<br />E vremea unei renasteri interioare<br />Caci ingerii serii si fulgii ce ning<br />Ne iau in brate si ne tin pe picioare.<br /><br />Si ninge pe strada, si-n suflet neant<br />Afara e ger, si-n inima pustiu<br />Privind pe ferestre dansul cel viu<br />Produce in suflet sclipiri de briliant.<br /><br /><br />Departe, pe dealuri se-aude un colind<br />Frumosul isi intra in drepturi...ca iarna<br />dispar in neant trairi de granit<br />pustiul din suflet si-astampara goarna.Andrei Filiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251590755860959340noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1837633270066564637.post-47954777411360975222009-11-03T13:08:00.002+02:002009-11-03T13:09:48.023+02:00Goo Goo Dolls - Name<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KLKMwkW3gqM&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KLKMwkW3gqM&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Andrei Filiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251590755860959340noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1837633270066564637.post-70758293219737034912009-11-03T13:06:00.002+02:002009-11-03T13:07:26.048+02:00Goo Goo Dolls - Black Balloon<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tv1-bOEjHBc&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tv1-bOEjHBc&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Andrei Filiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251590755860959340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1837633270066564637.post-32640252351633827572009-11-01T17:02:00.003+02:002009-11-01T17:31:03.660+02:00AmadeusUn nou film de arta, arta pura, Amadeus este capodopera regizorului ceh Milos Forman. Castigator a 8 premii Oscar (intre care Cel mai bun film, Cel Mai bun regizor si Cel mai bun actor in rol principal ) filmul este o biografie a unuia din cei mai mari compozitori din toate timpurile : Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. Modalitatea prin care viata acestuia este prezentata este extrem de interesanta, si anume prin ochii celui mai mare rival al sau : Antonio Salieri. Pe langa impresionanta lectie de muzica avem parte si de o superba insiruire de imagini fabuloase ce redau pana la ultimul detaliu imaginea Austriei anilor 1700 . Atmosfera de epoca este redata impecabil, imaginile sunt in concordanta cu muzica si starile sufletesti ale personajelor, iar finalul (asa cum ne-a obisnuit Forman) este emotionant ; imagini apasatoare, natura ce plange, ploaia, muzica de recviem totul este in concordanta pentru a reda atmosfera trecerii in nefiinta a marelui geniu.<br /><br />Avem 160 de minute superbe, in care drama si comedia se imbina armonios, coloana sonora se ridica la cel mai inalt nivel iar jocul actoricesc este unul remarcabil.<br />E singurul film pe care l-am urmarit de mai multe ori , culmea e ca mi-a placut din ce in ce mai mult. <br /><br />Recomand tuturor acest film de nota 10!Andrei Filiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251590755860959340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1837633270066564637.post-38197792318275246592009-10-27T15:20:00.003+02:002009-11-01T17:02:15.407+02:00Baraka - Mai mult decat un filmAm avut ocazia sa urmaresc azi un film deosebit, pentru care am zis ca merita sa scriu un post. Filmul cu pricina se numeste Baraka, si este extrem de complex. De la bun inceput voi spune ca e un film de arta, nu e pentru toata lumea, trebuie inteles si rumegat.<br /> Replicile lipsesc complet, pe ecran apare o insiruire imagini filmate in mai multe tari de pe diferite continente.Pe durata a aproximativ 100 de minute prin fata ochilor vor aparea imagini splendide,uneori dureroase ,dar cu siguranta marcante.<br /> Totul e un periplu prin diferite civilizatii , un elogiu adus vietii cu toate elementele ei componente(bine, rau ,credinta, rutina), dar in primul rand o prezentare a locurilor in care natura a ramas neatinsa de toate schimbarile si modernizarile tehnologice din lumea actuala; un contrast intre lumea noastra plina de forfota,stress,etc si lumea lor a celor ce traiesc o viata simpla in natura;o comparatie intre viata de la inceputurile existentei, si viata de acum.<br /> E greu sa revenim la viata stramosilor nostri, insa cu siguranta fiecare avem nevoie uneori de o "baraka" a noastra in care doar sa traim,pur si simplu.<br /> Eu va doresc vizionare placuta celor ce veti decide sa urmariti acest film, si va spun un lucru : Privindu-l, va veti da seama cat de adevarata este expresia : "O imagine face mai mult decat o mie de cuvinte".Andrei Filiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251590755860959340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1837633270066564637.post-51807932682061806812009-10-26T12:14:00.002+02:002009-11-01T16:59:54.389+02:00Pulp - Common People<object width="448" height="46"><param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/meanyjo/a9e6a3cbac504b.swf"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/meanyjo/a9e6a3cbac504b.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"></embed></object><br /><strong>Pulp - common people</strong><br /><a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica">Asculta mai multe audio Muzica</a><br /><br /><br />She came from Greece, she had a thirst for knowledge<br />She studied sculpture at Saint Martin's College<br />That's where I caught her eye<br />She told me that her Dad was loaded<br />I said "In that case I'll have rum and coca-cola<br />She said "fine"<br />And then in 30 seconds time she said<br />"I want to live like common people<br />I want to do whatever common people do<br />I want to sleep with common people<br />I want to sleep with common people like you"<br />Well what else could I do?<br />I said "I'll see what I can do"<br />I took her to a supermarket<br />I don't know why<br />but I had to start it somewhere<br />so it started there<br />I said "pretend you've got no money"<br />but she just laughed<br />and said "oh you're so funny"<br />I said "Yeah<br />Well I can't see anyone else smiling in here<br />Are you sure<br />you want to live like common people<br />you want to see whatever common people see<br />you want to sleep with common people<br />you want to sleep with common people like me?"<br />But she didn't understand<br />she just smiled and held my hand<br />Rent a flat above a shop<br />Cut your hair and get a job<br />Smoke some fags and play some pool<br />Pretend you never went to school<br />But still you'll never get it right<br />'cos when you're laid in bed at night<br />watching roaches climb the wall<br />if you called your dad he could stop it all<br />yeah<br />You'll never live like common people<br />You'll never do whatever common people do<br />You'll never fail like common people<br />You'll never watch your life slide out of view<br />and then dance and drink and screw<br />because there's nothing else to do<br />Sing along with the common people<br />Sing along and it might just get you through<br />Laugh along with the common people<br />Laugh along although they're laughing at you<br />and the stupid things that you do<br />because you think that poor is cool<br />Like a dog lying in a corner<br />they will bite you and never warn you<br />Look out<br />they'll tear your insides out<br />'cos everybody hates a tourist<br />especially one who thinks<br />it's all such a laugh<br />yeah and the chip stain's grease<br />will come out in the bath<br />You will never understand<br />how it feels to live your life<br />with no meaning or control<br />and with nowhere left to go<br />You are amazed that they exist<br />and they burn so bright<br />whilst you can only wonder why<br />Rent a flat above a shop<br />Cut your hair and get a job<br />Smoke some fags and play some pool<br />Pretend you never went to school<br />But still you'll never get it right<br />'cause when you're laid in bed at night<br />watching roaches climb the wall<br />if you called your dad he could stop it all<br />yeah<br />You'll never live like common people<br />You'll never do whatever common people do<br />You'll never fail like common people<br />You'll never watch your life slide out of view<br />and then dance and drink and screw<br />'because there's nothing else to do<br />I want to live with common people like you.....Andrei Filiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251590755860959340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1837633270066564637.post-39145539514279249492009-10-24T15:18:00.001+03:002009-11-01T16:59:33.739+02:00Pulp - Disco 2000<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hfdxfjokAdY&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hfdxfjokAdY&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Well we were born within one hour of each other.<br />Our mothers said we could be sister and brother.<br />Your name is Deborah, Deborah.<br />It never suited ya.<br />Oh they thought that when we grew up,<br />we'd get married, and never split up.<br />We never did it, although often I thought of it.<br /><br />Oh Deborah, do you recall?<br />Your house was very small,<br />with wood chip on the wall.<br />When I came around to call,<br />you didn't notice me at all.<br /><br />I said let's all meet up in the year 2000.<br />Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown.<br />Be there at 2 o'clock by the fountain down the road.<br />I never knew that you'd get married.<br />I would be living down here on my own on<br />that damp and lonely Thursday years ago.<br /><br />You were the first girl at school to get breasts.<br />Martyn said that yours were the best.<br />The boys all loved you but I was a mess.<br />I had to watch them trying to get you undressed.<br />We were friends but that was as far as it went.<br />I used to walk you home sometimes but it meant,<br />oh it meant nothing to you,<br />cos you were so popular.<br /><br />Deborah do you recall?<br />Your house was very small,<br />with woodchip on the wall.<br />When I came around to call,<br />you didn't notice me at all.<br /><br />I said let's all meet up in the year 2000.<br />Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown.<br />Be there at 2 o'clock by the fountain down the road.<br />I never knew that you'd get married.<br />I would be living down here on my own<br />on that damp and lonely Thursday years ago.<br /><br />Oh yeah,<br />oh yeah.<br /><br />Ah do you recall?<br />Your house was very small,<br />with wood chip on the wall.<br />When I came around to call,<br />you didn't notice me at all.<br /><br />I said let's all meet up in the year 2000.<br />Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown.<br />Be there at 2 o'clock by the fountain down the road.<br />I never knew that you'd get married.<br />I would be living down here on my own,<br />on that damp and lonely Thursday years ago.<br />Oh what are you doing Sunday baby.<br />Would you like to come and meet me maybe?<br />You can even bring your baby.<br />Ohhh ooh ooh. Ooh ooh ooh ooh.<br />What are you doing Sunday baby.<br />Would you like to come and meet me maby?<br />You can even bring your baby.<br />Ooh ooh oh. Ooh ooh ooh ooh. Ooh ooh ooh ooh. Oh.Andrei Filiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251590755860959340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1837633270066564637.post-17293326583591985882009-10-21T22:27:00.003+03:002009-10-22T20:03:45.266+03:00Joc* Daca ai putea sa intri si sa traiesti intr-o carte care ar fi aceasta? Dar un film , un cantec?<br /><br />Mi-ar placea sa traiesc in Morometii, romanul meu preferat. Cu siguranta ar fi o onoare sa-l cunosc pe Ilie Moromete:) <br />Daca ar fi sa aleg un film, probabil as alege un film istoric,autentic, pentru a lua parte la niste evenimente care au marcat istoria lumii.<br /><br /> * Daca ai putea sa-ti alegi prenumele care ar fi acesta? Dar daca ai fi de gen opus ?<br /><br />Un prenume....pff...ar fi doua variante <br />1. Bula....sa vad reactia lumii cand ma prezint cu numele Bula =))<br />2. Ca sa fiu serios...nu as avea pretentii sa ma cheme cumva. Numele conteaza prea putin la o persoana.<br />Daca discutam de gen opus, poate as alege Artemis.<br /><br /> * In ce alta tara ai vrea sa traiesti si de ce?<br /><br />Franta e o veche pasiune pentru mine.<br /><br /><br /><br /> * Care e visul cel mai neobisnuit pe care l-ai avut si ti-l amintesti?<br /><br />Visul de dinaintea primului examen din facultate. Am visat ca am picat,in realitate am luat 9,dar mi-a dat ceva emotii:)<br /><br /><br /> * Povesteste o zi din viata ta , imaginandu-ti ca esti un animal.<br /><br />Cu siguranta as fi o pasare sa pot zbura fara nicio restrictie.Poate un uliu pasnic, sa fiu sigur ca nu ma inghite alta pasare mai mare:))<br /><br /><br /> * Daca ai putea trai in pielea altcuiva pentru o perioada limitata de timp , cine ar fi aceasta persoana si de ce ai ales-o?<br /><br />Si aici am 2 variante:<br />-presedintele Sua...sa simti ca poti sa faci ceva,ceva ce conteaza pentru omenire.<br /><br /><br /> * Daca te-ai trezi singur pe lume care crezi ca ti-ar fi primele ganduri si ce ai face prima data?<br /><br />Prima reactie: "Pfuu...ce liniste . Hai sa dorm putin."<br />A doua zi : "Alo....are cineva chef de o plimbare?Alooo....baaa, unde sunteti toti?"Andrei Filiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251590755860959340noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1837633270066564637.post-13378470141067731842009-10-21T13:35:00.004+03:002009-11-01T16:59:12.483+02:00Mircea Vintila - Pamantul deocamdata (Versuri de Adrian Paunescu)<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uwhDYhV1_yw&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uwhDYhV1_yw&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Timpul vietii ni- scurt<br />Hai sa-l facem curat,<br />Traiesc unii din furt<br />Altii doar din ce-au dat,<br />Sunt saraci si bogati<br />Lovesc lasii pe bravi;<br />Voi ce-n luna zburati<br />Pan'la cer va urcati<br />Pe spinari de noi sclavi<br /><br />Pe pamant avem de toate<br />Si mai bune si mai rele,<br />Bune,rele,<br />Si-nchisori si libertate<br />Si-a putea si nu se poate<br />Si noroi si stele.<br /><br />Voi ce-n luna zburati<br />Cu-ale voastre izbanzi<br />Nu uitati c-aveti frati<br />Pe planeta,flamanzi.<br />Painea lor o mancati<br />Printre stele zburand,<br />Voi degeaba zburati<br />Cand cei subdezvoltati<br />Se tarasc pe pamant.<br /><br />Pe pamant avem de toate<br />Si mai bune si mai rele,<br />Bune,rele,<br />Si-nchisori si libertate<br />Si-a putea si nu se poate<br />Si noroi si stele.<br /><br />Lumea-i plina de rani<br />Si de doctori docenti<br />Si de masti si de vami<br />Si de mari inocenti;<br />Fiindca nasteti copii<br />Aparat-i luptand,<br />Doborati monstrii vii<br />Ce de-un veac de vecii<br />Dolii pun pe pamant.<br /><br />Pe pamant avem de toate<br />Si mai bune si mai rele,<br />Bune,rele,<br />Si-nchisori si libertate<br />Si-a putea si nu se poate<br />Si noroi si stele.<br /><br />Intre cei care trag<br />Si acei ce sunt trasi<br />Nu e loc de vreun steag<br />E o groapa de pasi<br />Intre ei sunt sudati<br />Cu un stramb ideal,<br />Cum sunt bine legati<br />Condamnatul de lat<br />Si biciusca de cal.<br /><br />Pe pamant avem de toate<br />Si mai bune si mai rele,<br />Bune,rele,<br />Si-nchisori si libertate<br />Si-a putea si nu se poate<br />Si noroi si stele.<br /><br />Fii ai muncii aveti<br />Nadusela pe piept<br />Cum sta nurca de pret<br />Pe-al madamelor piept<br />Unii iau,altii fac,<br />Unii dorm,altii sunt,<br />Intre inger si drac<br />Trage omul sarac,<br />Inhamat la pamant.<br /><br />Pe pamant avem de toate<br />Si mai bune si mai rele,<br />Bune,rele,<br />Si-nchisori si libertate<br />Si-a putea si nu se poate<br />Si ruina si cetate<br />Genii mari si frunti tembele,<br />Vant ce sta si vant ce bate<br />Si martiri dar si lichele,<br />Nedereptate,si dreptate<br />Si-a putea si nu se poate<br />Si noroi si stele.Andrei Filiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251590755860959340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1837633270066564637.post-81286002289071359622009-10-18T00:35:00.000+03:002009-10-18T00:36:12.835+03:00Mircea Vintila - Barca<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tlNWZ8JYWQ4&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tlNWZ8JYWQ4&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Andrei Filiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251590755860959340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1837633270066564637.post-72017912386799100172009-10-16T14:18:00.001+03:002009-11-01T16:58:40.158+02:00The Killers - Spaceman<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QnA4r4ocDII&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QnA4r4ocDII&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />It started with a low light<br />Next thing I knew they ripped me from my bed<br />And then they took my blood type<br />It left a strange impression in my head<br />You know that I was hoping<br />That I could leave this starcrossed world behind<br />But when they cut me open<br />I guess I changed my mind<br />And you know I might<br />Have just flown too far from the floor this time<br />Cause they calling me by my name<br />And the zipping white light beams<br />Disregarding the bombs and satellites<br /><br />That was the turning point<br />That was one lonely night<br /><br />The songmaker says it ain't so bad<br />The dream maker's gonna make you mad<br />The spaceman says everybody look down!<br />It's all in your mind<br /><br />Now I'm back at home and<br />I’m looking forward to this life I live<br />You know it's going to haunt me<br />So hesitation to this life I give<br />You think you might cross over<br />You're caught between the devil and the deep blue sea<br />You better look it over<br />Before you make that leap<br /><br />And you know I'm fine, but I hear those voices at night<br />Sometimes, they justify my claim<br />And the public don’t dwell on my transmission<br />Cause It wasn’t televised<br /><br />But it was the turning point<br />O what a lonely night<br /><br />The song maker says it ain't so bad<br />The dream maker's gonna make you mad<br />The spaceman says everybody look down!<br />It's all in your mind<br /><br />The song maker says it ain't so bad<br />The dream makers's gonna make you mad<br />The spaceman says everybody look down!<br />It's all in your mind<br /><br />My global position systems are vocally addressed<br />They said the nile used to run from east to west<br />They said the nile used to run… from east to west<br /><br />I'm fine,<br />but I hear those voices at night<br />Sometimes...<br /><br />The song maker says it ain't so bad<br />The dream maker's gonna make you mad<br />The spaceman says everybody look down!<br />It's all in your mind<br /><br />The song maker says it ain't so bad<br />The dream maker's gonna make you mad<br />The spaceman says everybody look down!<br />It's all in your mind<br /><br />It's all in my mind<br />It's all in my mind<br />It's all in my mind<br />It's all in my mind<br />It's all in my mind<br />It's all in my... mindAndrei Filiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251590755860959340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1837633270066564637.post-89165633441996420412009-10-16T14:11:00.001+03:002009-11-01T16:58:17.885+02:00The Killers - Read My Mind<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VeBBmYRe9uQ&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VeBBmYRe9uQ&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />On the corner of main street<br />Just tryin' to keep it in line<br />You say you wanna move on and<br />You say I'm falling behind<br /><br />Can you read my mind?<br />Can you read my mind?<br /><br />I never really gave up on<br />Breakin' out of this two-star town<br />I got the green light<br />I got a little fight<br />I'm gonna turn this thing around<br /><br />Can you read my mind?<br />Can you read my mind?<br /><br />The good old days, the honest man;<br />The restless heart, the Promised Land<br />A subtle kiss that no one sees;<br />A broken wrist and a big trapeze<br /><br />Oh well I don't mind, if you don't mind<br />'Cause I don't shine if you don't shine<br />Before you go, can you read my mind?<br /><br />It’s funny how you just break down<br />Waitin' on some sign<br />I pull up to the front of your driveway<br />With magic soakin' my spine<br /><br />Can you read my mind?<br />Can you read my mind?<br /><br />The teenage queen, the loaded gun;<br />The drop dead dream, the Chosen One<br />A southern drawl, a world unseen;<br />A city wall and a trampoline<br /><br />Oh well I don't mind, if you don't mind<br />'Cause I don't shine if you don't shine<br />Before you jump<br />Tell me what you find when you read my mind<br /><br />Slippin’ in my faith until I fall<br />You never returned that call<br />Woman, open the door, don't let it sting<br />I wanna breathe that fire again<br /><br />She said I don't mind, if you don't mind<br />'Cause I don't shine if you don't shine<br /><br />Put your back on me<br />Put your back on me<br />Put your back on me<br /><br />The stars are blazing like rebel diamonds cut out of the sun<br />When you read my mindAndrei Filiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251590755860959340noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1837633270066564637.post-9984074520339773542009-10-16T12:10:00.002+03:002009-10-16T12:12:36.776+03:00Te nasti.esti mic<br />doar un scancet iti anunta sosirea.<br />nu ai nimic<br />dar in curand dori-vei totul<br />vrei nemurirea.<br /><br />Mai cresti putin<br />si ti se pare<br />ca ai trecut de mezanin.<br />Cladirea totusi e prea mare<br />manat de intrigi si ocare<br />esti chiar mai mic ca-n ziua-n care<br />tipai sa stie lumea "Vin!".Andrei Filiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251590755860959340noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1837633270066564637.post-41290220040894503652009-10-16T12:09:00.000+03:002009-10-16T12:10:22.480+03:00ExistentaAlerg,incerc,te vreau,te simt<br />Gonesc,zoresc<br />Privesc,doresc<br />Iubesc,gandesc...ma mint.<br /><br />Astepti,impui,inseli,lovesti<br />Nu te opresti<br />Nu ma doresti<br />Nu mai insist.prostesc.te parasesc.<br /><br />Respir,astept,testez,gasesc.<br />Incerc,doresc<br />Gasesc.<br />Exist din nou<br />Iubesc<br />Traiesc.Andrei Filiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251590755860959340noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1837633270066564637.post-7841514144479069312009-10-10T18:58:00.000+03:002009-10-10T18:59:31.427+03:00The Cure - Cut Here<embed width="450" height="366" src="http://www.220.ro/emb/henJEMFeVO&from=Z2l1bGlhbmk=" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed><br /><br />"So we meet again!" and I offer my hand<br />All dry and English slow<br />And you look at me and I understand<br />Yeah it's a look I used to know<br />"Three long years... and your favourite man...<br />Is that any way to say hello?"<br />And you hold me... like you'll never let me go<br /><br />"Oh c'mon and have a drink with me<br />Sit down and talk a while..."<br />"Oh I wish I could... and I will!<br />But now I just don't have the time..."<br />And over my shoulder as I walk away<br />I see you give that look goodbye...<br />I still see that look in your eye...<br /><br />So dizzy Mr. Busy - Too much rush to talk to Billy<br />All the silly frilly things have to first get done<br />In a minute - sometime soon - maybe next time - make it June<br />Until later... doesn't always come<br /><br />It's so hard to think "It ends sometime<br />And this could be the last<br />I should really hear you sing again<br />And I should really watch you dance"<br />Because it's hard to think<br />"I'll never get another chance<br />To hold you... to hold you... "<br /><br />But chilly Mr. Dilly - Too much rush to talk to Billy<br />All the tizzy fizzy idiot things must get done<br />In a second - just hang on - all in good time - wont be long<br />Until later...<br /><br />I should've stopped to think - I should've made the time<br />I could've had that drink - I could've talked a while<br />I would've done it right - I would've moved us on<br />But I didn't - now it's all too late<br />It's over... over<br />And you're gone..<br /><br />I miss you I miss you I miss you<br />I miss you I miss you I miss you so much<br /><br />But how many times can I walk away and wish "If only..."<br />But how many times can I talk this way and wish "If only..."<br />Keep on making the same mistake<br />Keep on aching the same heartbreak<br />I wish "If only..."<br /><br />But "If only...."<br />Is a wish too late...Andrei Filiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251590755860959340noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1837633270066564637.post-37542089687746129572009-10-10T18:52:00.001+03:002009-10-10T18:56:48.837+03:00Pasarea Colibri - Bal in salonul oval<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W4A2FbBi-s0&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W4A2FbBi-s0&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Diseara e bal in salonul oval.<br />Pune-ti condurii, Cenusareasa,<br />Si crinolina roze de matasa.<br />Printese de aur vor tine parada,<br />Cavaleri in armuri vor duce bravada.<br /><br />Orchestra intreaga imbracata-n firet<br />Ne va invita la un cald menuet.<br />Priviri de safir iti voi oferi<br />Cand dansul cu gratie vom dantui.<br /><br />Parfumuri discrete, dantele cochete<br />Pluti-vor prin aerul cald de la bal<br />Diseara tarziu, tarziu in salonul oval.<br /><br />Si-n scurt timp apoi, dupa miezul de noapte,<br />Cand muzica dulce ne leagana-n soapte,<br />Tu nu vei fugi cum povestea o spune<br />Caci smoala pe scari am uitat a o pune.<br /><br />Mai stai deci iubito, Cenusareaso,<br />Acuma, cand mana mea ar cam vrea<br />S-o cuprinda pe-a ta intr-un gest de amor<br />Si condurul observ ti-a ramas in picior.<br /><br />Acuma cand luna cu raze oliv<br />Ne priveste duios prin vitraliul ogiv<br />Cum plangem orchestra moarta in stal<br />Ce trist e acest bal dïn salonul oval.Andrei Filiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17251590755860959340noreply@blogger.com0