A promise made to a knight that I don't know if he's ever going to find me......

http://youtu.be/wsM1Z1Zqrd8

....the words of today....I have no other words to say......

''Love comes when manipulation stops; when you think more about the other person than about his or her reactions to you. When you dare to reveal yourself fully. When you dare to be vulnerable''
,,I've been making a list of the things they don't teach you at school. They don't teach you how to love somebody. They don't teach you how to be famous. They don't teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They don't teach you how to walk away from someone you don't love any longer. They don't teach you how to know what's going on in someone else's mind. They don't teach you what to say to someone who's dying. They don't teach you anything worth knowing.
“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.” ........by Neil Gaiman and Dr. Joyce Brothers

...nu te mai caut.....de tine sunt straina acum...

Mi-e lacrima secata si dorul obosit

De plans pe tampla-ti muta,straina si departe

In par se asterne iarna si vantul pribegit,



Pe pleoape-mi cad troiene,pe buze soapte moarte.....

In inima-mi mai palpai, firava dezmierdare

Ai degetele infipte in glezna-mi dezgolita,

In palma-ti sangereaza, privirea-mi visatoare,

Iar peste frunte-mi semeni, tristetea oropsita.

Durerea se desprinde, din sanu-mi stang si zboara,

Genunchiul se apleaca si sarutand pamantul,

Un tipat mai strabate,un altul ma-nfioara,

Niav sperand sarmanul, sa-ti amageasca gandul.




Adio iti spun acum, vis efemer




Nu te mai caut si.....nu mai sper. (I.D.S)

.....oh tu, acel ce nu ai existat vreodata....ce visele mi le traiesti mai mult ca mine.....sa nu imi ierti visarea fara tine......spranceana incruntata sa nu mi-o ierti vreodata.....

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.......nu imi ierta nici gandu intunecat de peste tampla-mi, cel caruia viata eu i-am dat......cand m-am trezit si nu ai fost cu mine.....uitarea langa care eu am stat....sau vremea cand nu te-am mai cautat.....
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.......si nici sarutul risipit in vant sa nu mi-l ierti vreodata...nici intrebarea-mi fara rost .....nici lacrimile amare sau tristetea......sau deznadejdea dintre randuri ce n-au fost.....
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........ nici coltul gurii refuzand sa mai zambeasca....nici palma-mi refuzand caldura altei maini ....nici pasii departandu-se in loc sa ma apropii....caci m-ar durea iertarea ta stiind ca vei dorii sa pleci, cand eu as vrea doar sa ramai....

.....nu ma ierta, iti cer cu gandul cel dintai....nu vreau iertarea ta,n-am vrut-o niciodata.... ci doar, pentru o vreme,eu te rog sa mai ramai....pentru o vreme doar si.... pentru prima data!(IDS)