Stare de lehamite

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lehamite, oameni inflexibili

Cu ce sa incep si unde sa termin?!

Ideea este simpla: Chirila avea dreptate – „nu am chef azi….”

Mi se pare mie ca nu cunosti cu adevarat o persoana decat atunci cand este pusa in situatii diferite de starea zilnica, in situatii mai mult sau mai putin exceptionale, cand trebuie sa reactioneze altfel decat a facut-o pana atunci. Iar din acest punct oamenii se impart in 2 categorii – cei care au taria de spirit si de caracter sa vada dincolo de ce se intampla de obicei si sa se adapteze, si persoane care nu o fac – cei pentru care o schimbare de moment este un capat de lume, cei care pur si simplu nu sunt destul de flexibili.

Motivele pentru care a doua categorie este asa sunt prea variate si nu intru in discutii psihologice ca nu are rost. DAR, de aici vin mai multe intrebari si dileme:

1. Cum sa te comporti cu genul asta de oameni?!

2. Cata rabdare sa ai si cat de mult poti astepta?!

3. Care ar fi motivele pentru care ai face cele 2 de mai sus?!

4. To hold on or to let go?!

Cam intrebarile astea imi provoaca mie starea de lehamite din titlu…

Voi? Ati avut de-a face cu genul acesta de oameni? Cum ati reactionat?

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Despre prezent si trecut

Citesc cartea (pentru a cata oara nu mai stiu, am pierdut sirul) al unei autoare pe care o IUBESC, da o iubesc cu tot sufletul meu, si cu toata nadejdea pe care mi-o pun de fiecare data cand citesc cartile ei in regasirea „printre randuri” in cate o fraza scrisa pe unele din paginile ei, in toata cartea, de cele mai multe ori…

„Trecutul e o încăpere din prezent unde intrăm mai rar. N-avem decât să deschidem o uşă, atât şi suntem în trecut, iar uşa asta se deschide singură foarte des.” Asa, fara nici o legatura cu verbul „a fi” al meu din zilele astea, am vrut sa scriu un citat din ea. Si sunt multe. Nu la fel, toate diferite, toate cu miez.

Si mai spunea ea la un moment dat cand cineva a acuzat-o ca ar spune lucruri din tristete si din amaraciune si ca din cauza asta vorbeste pe neintelesul tuturor, ca pana la urma „Si fructele cele mai dulci au samburii amari, nu ai observat?” Si atunci am simiti asa, ceva lichisi cald, curgand gros prin inima, prin vene si prin toate simturile mele si mi-am dat seama ca femeia asta care scrie cartile astea minunate mi-a DARUIT cartile ei inconstient exact in momentele esentiale din viata mea, exact cand a stiut ca sunt pregatita sa inteleg esenta lor.

Si am mai aflat ceva” ca nu spui multumesc decat cadourilor si complimentelor.” Atat.

Pieces of me

Well said Miss „Cati”…damn, well said! Hard work though!

http://www.trilulilu.ro/samartinean/87b6ca3f26583b

„Piece By Piece”

First of all must go
Your scent upon my pillow
And then I’ll say goodbye
to your whispers in my dreams.
And then our lips will part
In my mind and in my heart,
Cos your kiss
Went deeper than my skin.

Piece by piece
is how I’ll let go of you
Kiss by kiss
Will leave my mind one at a time
One at a time

First of all must fly,
My dreams of you and I,
There’s no point of holding on to those
And then our ties will break,
For your and my own sake,
Just remember,
This is what you chose

Piece by piece
Is how I’ll let go of you
Kiss by kiss,
will leave my mind one at a time
One at a time

I’ll shed like skin,
Our memories of lazy days,
And fade away the shadow of your face

Piece by piece
Is how I’ll let go of you
Kiss by kiss,
Will leave my mind one at a time
One at a time
One at a time
One at a time

Continuing…just because

„If You Were A Sailboat”

If you’re a cowboy I would trail you,
If you’re a piece of wood I’d nail you to the floor.
If you’re a sailboat I would sail you to the shore.
If you’re a river I would swim you,
If you’re a house I would live in you all my days.
If you’re a preacher I’d begin to change my ways.

Sometimes I believe in fate,
But the chances we create,
Always seem to ring more true.
You took a chance on loving me,
I took a chance on loving you.

If I was in jail I know you’d spring me
If I was a telephone you’d ring me all day long
If was in pain I know you’d sing me soothing songs.

Sometimes I believe in fate,
But the chances we create,
Always seem to ring more true.
You took a chance on loving me,
I took a chance on loving you.

If I was hungry you would feed me
If I was in darkness you would lead me to the light
If I was a book I know you’d read me every night

If you’re a cowboy I would trail you,
If you’re a piece of wood I’d nail you to the floor.
If you’re a sailboat I would sail you to the shore.
If you’re a sailboat I would sail you to the shore

Because I created an obsession for this song, because the lyrics are so cruelly true and deep, because sometimes I feel like I want to mourn something. This song IS!…just because I want you to hear it.

If I were….if you were…we aren’t

OMG! OMG ! OMFG!

Not even me couldn’t have said it better…not in a million years…not even in 4…not even in 2….

Listen to it, too! You’ll see what I mean…Maybe! Hope so!

http://www.trilulilu.ro/samartinean/29d8c30618036c