the HUG
prin Delia
e Peter Pan pentru copii
old people should live forever..too

thank the dean..or not the dean

long story; short, lost words
(apocalypse now)

OARE ???!!!

sa indraznesc ?!

F-A-U-L-T-L-I-N-E

sa ne facem baieti
sa ne cautam

intra la apa

am luat trei luni din par
cam de doua ori pe luna
beat that
rapunzel
si tot ma vreau altcineva

iti merge bine?

self mutilation: breaking the waves

Ram: ' o femeie uita un barbat in noua luni '
Van: ' mai am trei '

use me, abuse me

desi are o viata frumoasa
in arta se vrea doar trist
il pui pe lista?

ginsberg

ma vreau britanica
de ce nu imi iese?
howl..damn it..howl

my spiritual healer

(photo: courtesy of.. inca nu stiu cine)

de acum tac

nu te interpretez

iti interpretez doar visul
m-ai sarutat
vreau sa fiu fina si sa imi aranjez camera dupa tine
si bec a murit la un moment dat
acum e bine; si-a revenit
te-as coase
si te-as mai visa

vrei in pat cu el

de ce mor poetii?

outside blog review:
good theme for scul
but not for blog
learn from ada
trip yourself into fete nerusinate care umbla cu M.M.
sau baieti care seamana cu fete nerusinate
gata.

pentru adelina, cu titlu

I cry your mercy-pity-love!-aye, love'

I cry your mercy-pity-love!-aye, love,
Merciful love that tantalises not,
One-thoughted, never wand' ring, guileless love,
Unmask'd, and being seen-without a blot!
O, let me have thee whole, -all,-all-be mine!
That shape, that fairness, that sweet minor zest
Of love, your kiss, those hands, those eyes divine,
That warm, white, lucent, milion-pleasured breast,-
Yourself, your soul, in pity give me all,
Withold no atom's atom or I die,
Or living on perhaps, your wretched thrall,
Forget, in the midst of idle misery,
Life's purposes,-the palate of my mind
Losing its gust, and my ambition blind.

(John Keats)

poti sa o citesti tot tu
ca eu nu citesc frumos

negative capability/ true/ forever and ever

"I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'-d but three summer days- three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain"
(John Keats, letter to Fanny Brawne, 1 July, 1819)

then make it up to me!

stiu ca-s mizerabila
completed friend uncompleted
te simt

(photo: courtesy of Ana or Adina)

facem schimb de post?

http://adelinavartolomei.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween.html