''Yes.. I'd like to find you in that house.. Actually, I'd like to find you in any house. And this is the thought i'm leaving your house with at 5 in the morning.''

Oare cum pot..

''How can you get over this so easily?''

Poftim? Ce spui tu?
Si la tine prinde fericirea asta falsa.. Nici tu, care mi-ai simtit inima atatea nopti, care mi-au ascultat suspinele, care mi-ai sarutat fiecare bucatica din trup.. nici tu nu vezi ce e in sufletul meu. Nici tu nu vezi ca ma ascund de mine in fiecare noapte, ca imi gasesc un milion de lucruri de facut sa umplu golurile, ca ma mint. Nu vezi ca ma doare?
 Eu nu uit, si nu trec peste. Inca n-am invatat cum. Daca a durat, daca m-ati iubit, daca ati fost insurati, daca a fost frumos.. nu conteaza. Sunteti toti acolo, in bucatica vostra de inima din care mai muscati din cand in cand..

Fun

Data viitoare cand alerg in jurul barului calarind un tac, meditez in mijlocul unui cerc facut din tuburi de ketchup sau ling geamuri, inseamna ca iar am jucat biliard pe porunci cu Hatty. Si am fost praf.

I love you, I love you, I love you

I love you because all the loves in the world are like different rivers flowing into the same lake, where they meet and are transformed into a single love that becomes rain and blesses the earth.
I love you like a river which understands that it must learn to flow differently over waterfalls and rest in the shallows.
I love you because we are all born in the same place, at the same source which keeps us provided with a constant supply of water. And so, when we feel weak, all we have to do is wait a little. The spring returns, the winter snow melts and fills us with new energy.
I love you like a river that begins as a solitary trickle in the mountains and gradually grows and joins other rivers until, after a certain point, it can flow around any obstacles in order to get where it wants.
I receive your love and I give you mine. Not the love of a man for a woman, not the love of a father for a child, but a love with no name and no explanation, like a river that cannot explain why it follows a particular course, but simply flows onwards. A love that asks for nothing and gives nothing in return; it is simply there. I will never be yours and you will never be mine; nevertheless, I can honestly say I love you, I love you, I love you!

(Paulo Coelho) 

Pustie..

Stiti si voi ca mi-a fost sufletul mereu atras de relatiile interzise. Si ca a luptat pentru durere. Dar cand s-a indragostit de el l-am urat cu toata puterea.

Am fost fericita. Atat de fericita incat acum nu mai simt nimic. Si nu lacrimi imi curg din ochi acum, ci apa chioara, ca toate sentimentele s-au cosumat in patul lui.. dorinta, pasiune, mila, dragoste, regret, vina si obsesie. Si-mi curge pe fata doar frigul si cateva farame de vina..

Toate noptile in care am adormit goala langa el m-au lasat goala pe dinauntru. Atat de pustie incat pot sa-mi petrec toate noptile ascultand ecoul unui suspin..

Iubirea ta ma doare fizic

Am atins un punct in care toata pasiunea, toata atractia dntre noi mi-a facut greata. Un punct in care viteza cu care imi batea inima in bratele tale ma durea in tot corpul. Am plecat. Ti-am sarutat buzele, mi-am cules hainele si am iesit pe usa cu inima inghetata. Nu mi-am dat voie sa simt de frica sa nu tip de durere.
Si nu mai simt. Nimic.