tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52559508982644891412011-07-08T00:44:49.032-07:00They call me the wild rose, but my name is...Wild Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15158874977532086337noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5255950898264489141.post-74065650981495629642010-03-20T16:03:00.000-07:002010-03-20T16:24:18.009-07:00<p>Trezire. Nu..nu e dimineata. Nu sunt razele soarelui cele care imi deschid ochii. E ceva nu atat de mangaietor..ci din contra. E realitatea. Cruda realitate. Cea care iti sfasaie sufletul. Te injunghie de zeci de ori fara oprire pana omoara si ultimul vis..si ultima farama de speranta ca ar putea fi altfel.</p><p>Ce faci cand iti dai seama ca trebuie sa o iei de la capat? Ce faci cand toate momentele de pana acum care ti-au cladit viata, persoana, nu sunt decat cenusa suflata de vant? Cand tot ce ai crezut, tot ce ai sperat, tot ce te ajuta sa pasesti inainte, se dovedeste dezamagitor de fals? Cand adevarul e minciuna, imbratisarea - respingere si iubirea - refuz? Cand, ametit, te lovesti de oameni zambitori in vitrine de sticla unde si-au inchis trupurile si fericirea?</p><p>Recladesti. </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5255950898264489141-7406565098149562964?l=wild-r0se.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wild Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15158874977532086337noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5255950898264489141.post-38830394695969873402009-10-18T13:32:00.000-07:002010-10-27T17:03:34.690-07:00<p>Intorc clepsidra blocata intre peretii mintii mele adormite si curg amintiri, dezlantuind imagini din trecut, sentiment cu sentiment. </p><p>Sunt urme dulci si colorate. Un sarut. Sentimente. Bucurii. Impletite. Daruite. Demult.</p>Prezent. Pustiu. Gust. Amar. Tristete. Dor. Apasare. Durere. Gol. <br /><p>Si ploua peste mine cu petalele uscate ale unor trandafiri daruiti din iubire intr-o seara de februarie..</p><p>Timp fara sens. Timp pierdut. Il regret.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5255950898264489141-3883039469596987340?l=wild-r0se.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wild Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15158874977532086337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5255950898264489141.post-43887676447906507902009-09-27T09:08:00.000-07:002010-10-27T17:20:22.823-07:00<p><span><span></span></span> A gift for devil`s whore. </p><p>Black roses. </p><p>Venomous spines. </p><p>Poisonous smell. </p><p>A smell that slowly invades her body and travels through her core.</p><p>It reaches her heart and carves  a hole. It kills her soul. </p><p>Then she will rot. Alone. Insane. Then all of it won`t be in vain. </p><p> Oh, how I hate that bitch!</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5255950898264489141-4388767644790650790?l=wild-r0se.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wild Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15158874977532086337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5255950898264489141.post-20424355019702068722009-09-07T13:21:00.000-07:002009-09-07T13:34:23.695-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;">Zbor. Fara aripi. In jos. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Te vad. Esti departe. Mai departe. Tot mai departe. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Iti surprind ultima data chipul. Privesti cum cad si nu iti pasa. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Te intorci si pleci din viata mea. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Cad. Ating abisul. Sunt singura.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Nu simt. Nu aud. Nu vad. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Fara tine.. sunt nicaieri.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5255950898264489141-2042435501970206872?l=wild-r0se.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wild Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15158874977532086337noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5255950898264489141.post-40833418103683020182009-08-19T14:15:00.000-07:002009-09-20T14:40:15.188-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_StbNE0OSe-g/Sox4-yXFhiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NGzMrIrfFXo/s1600-h/ipler_by_Gugune.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 148px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371801475611985442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_StbNE0OSe-g/Sox4-yXFhiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NGzMrIrfFXo/s200/ipler_by_Gugune.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Cuvinte. Imi vorbesti? Nu.. le arunci in mine. Simt unul cate unul cum ma raneste. Sunt gloante rapide ce patrund in mine si intepenesc. Opreste-te! Vrei sa ma ucizi? Priveste-ma! Ce vezi? E atat de simplu.. atat de clar.. Si ti-am spus-o de prea multe ori. De ce nu intelegi? E tot ceea ce un om ar vrea sa auda. Tu de ce nu asculti? Imi pasa. Esti totul. Te iubesc. Mult. Poate prea mult. Si ma doare sa stiu ca eu pentru tine insemn putin. Poate prea putin. Ai agatat de inima mea o sfoara si te joci. Si schimbi brusc miscarile. De ce ma tragi langa tine daca apoi ma respingi? De ce ma respingi daca apoi ma tragi langa tine? Sunt confuza. Dar te rog nu-i da drumul..</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5255950898264489141-4083341810368302018?l=wild-r0se.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wild Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15158874977532086337noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5255950898264489141.post-59410268209564668132009-05-07T15:05:00.000-07:002010-10-27T17:26:14.119-07:00"<em><span style="font-size:85%;">Tot asa cum galbenul este intotdeauna asociat cu lumina, se poate spune si ca albastrul aduce cu el si un principiu al intunericului. Aceasta culoare are un efect special si aproape indescriptibil asupra ochiului. Pe scara culorilor este una puternica, insa de partea negativa, si la maximum de puritate este, cum s-ar zice, o negatie stimulatoare. Aspectul sau este deci o contradictie intre excitatie si calm</span></em>"<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(Goethe - <em>Teoria culorilor</em>)</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Iubesc ochii albastri. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Claritatea culorii la suprafata, ca si cum timpul ar fi inghetat mii de cristale si le-ar fi uitat acolo....neatinse, netulburate. Misterul ce il ascund in profunzimea lor, asa cum isi ascunde apa adancurile. Ador cand ma privesc. Mi-au intrat in gand, in suflet, in trup. Ii simt prin vene, pana in artere. Ei imi fac inima sa bata. Sunt ochii lui. </span><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5255950898264489141-5941026820956466813?l=wild-r0se.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wild Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15158874977532086337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5255950898264489141.post-2036031400698630492009-04-19T15:51:00.000-07:002009-08-19T15:14:21.167-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_StbNE0OSe-g/Sox5Khv7cwI/AAAAAAAAABY/ULE_vw3fmc4/s1600-h/7206799.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371801677311210242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_StbNE0OSe-g/Sox5Khv7cwI/AAAAAAAAABY/ULE_vw3fmc4/s200/7206799.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Noapte si fum. De lumanare stinsa de vant? De tigara uitata in scrumiera? Nu conteaza. Chiar nu conteaza. Mi-e frig. Ganduri ce imi zburda prin cap, se lovesc si ma dor...la fel cum ma doare si sufletul. Te-am vazut din nou, ca in fiecare zi de cand nu ne mai cunoastem. Suntem straini de-acum. Nu au mai ramas decat schimburi de priviri..adanci, profunde, mute. Si intre noi e tacere. O liniste apasatoare. Nepasatoare. Grea. Momente prea lungi si totusi prea scurte. Cu ochii tai de gheata te uiti, dar nu ma vezi. In mintea mea, in schimb, se deruleaza o poveste cu noi. Iar si iar si iar... imi amintesc cuvinte pe care le-ai spus, dar care acum si-au pierdut sensul. Te invidiez. Ai uitat tot. Si mie imi e atat de dor!</span><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Fumul se pierde prin camera goala. Insomnie..Lumina orbeste..Inca o noapte fara vise.</span></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5255950898264489141-203603140069863049?l=wild-r0se.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wild Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15158874977532086337noreply@blogger.com1