Poezie de Livia Stroie
Nemiloasă demonstraţie
De perfecţiune:
Un fluture banal
Aşezat pe mâna mea
E un chin
Să port atâta gingăşie
Mă gâdilă
Cu antenele
Parcă ar fi bice cu vârf de os
Ce mi se împlântă-n
Carne
Şi o rup ca pe hârtie
Se mişcă!
Nu, o aripa e suflată de vânt
Acelaşi vânt
Care mie îmi
Îngheaţă sudoarea de vise
De pe spate
Am asudat in efortul
De a te susţine
Cu aripile tale pudrate
Cu aur sau tamâie,
Nu ştiu
Mi-a plesnit un tendon
De la genunchi sau de la gât
Nu stiu
Când m-am forţat
Să nu gândesc
Să nu simt
Cum aripile tale
M-au părăsit
Când şi-a luat zborul,
Am căzut în genunchi epuizată,
Am izbit cu fruntea de pământ
Până am ajuns la diamante…
Pe mână
Aveam o rană
Supurând iubire…
[sursa www.radio3net.ro (sectiunea poezie)]
marți, mai 29, 2007
sâmbătă, mai 19, 2007
Different drummers . . .
If I do not want what you want, please try not to tell me that my want is wrong.
Or if I believe other than you, at least pause before you correct my view.
Or if my emotion is less than yours, or more, given the same circumstances, try not to ask me to feel more strongly or weakly.
Or yet if I act, or fail to act, in the manner of your design for action, let me be.
I do not, for the moment at least, ask you to understand me. That will come only when you are willing to give up changing me into a copy of you.
I may be your spouse, your parent, your offspring, your friend, or your colleague. If you will allow me any of my own wants, or emotions, or beliefs, or actions, then you open yourself, so that some day these ways of mine might not seem so wrong, and might finally appear to you as right -- for me. To put up with me is the first step to understanding me. Not that you embrace my ways as right for you, but that you are no longer irritated or disappointed with me for my seeming waywardness. And in understanding me you might come to prize my differences from you, and, far from seeking to change me, preserve and even nurture those differences.
Or if I believe other than you, at least pause before you correct my view.
Or if my emotion is less than yours, or more, given the same circumstances, try not to ask me to feel more strongly or weakly.
Or yet if I act, or fail to act, in the manner of your design for action, let me be.
I do not, for the moment at least, ask you to understand me. That will come only when you are willing to give up changing me into a copy of you.
I may be your spouse, your parent, your offspring, your friend, or your colleague. If you will allow me any of my own wants, or emotions, or beliefs, or actions, then you open yourself, so that some day these ways of mine might not seem so wrong, and might finally appear to you as right -- for me. To put up with me is the first step to understanding me. Not that you embrace my ways as right for you, but that you are no longer irritated or disappointed with me for my seeming waywardness. And in understanding me you might come to prize my differences from you, and, far from seeking to change me, preserve and even nurture those differences.
[sursa]
joi, mai 17, 2007
eu sunt Tweety . . . tu cine esti?
am gasit acest test simpatic pe net . . .
rezultatul?
You are Tweety.
You are cute, and everyone loves you. You are a best friend that no one takes the chance of losing. You never hurt feelings and seldom have your own feelings hurt. Life is a breeze. You are witty, and calm most of the time. Just keep clear of back stabbers, and you are worry-free.
vrei sa afli ce personaj de desene esti tu? click aici :)
rezultatul?
You are Tweety.
You are cute, and everyone loves you. You are a best friend that no one takes the chance of losing. You never hurt feelings and seldom have your own feelings hurt. Life is a breeze. You are witty, and calm most of the time. Just keep clear of back stabbers, and you are worry-free.
vrei sa afli ce personaj de desene esti tu? click aici :)
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