In lumea mea

Maeve. a scris:

https://www.imdb.com/title/tt6461746/?ref_=nm_flmg_act_9

daca exista programul din serial, as fi fost abonata tot timpul 

despre ce e vorba? nu pot asculta acum..

Former hostage negotiator Mara Kint is approached by her former boss Charlie Ventana with a job offer: his employer, Onira-Tech, has developed a sophisticated virtual reality simulator called Reverie, capable of recreating anyone's deepest desires or memories.

Vă traduc eu:

Fermierul ostașului neguțător Mara Kint, se apropie de formă, boss, Charlie Ventana... (with a job offer e o porcărie, nici nu mai traduc): amploaierul său, Ochina-Tehc, a developat o sofisticată virtuală și simulantă de la RealitateaTV și calul său Reverie, cabalină pentru recreația oricărei adâncituri deșirate din memorie.

Cu plăcere.

Gargbird 

Pupici dulci

:))))))

Heeeey

I'm high as fokk. Prescrion medicine.

Se intampla cu medicamente noi pe care n-ai mai luat,  mereu trebuie luat seara inainte de culcare pana se obisnuieste corpul, asa ne spune farmacistii cand ridicam medicametul ca ne intreaba daca am mai luat si ne spune toate efectele secundare.   

Mie la un medicament mi-a spus ca s-ar putea ca ma faca sa intepenesc, e una din efectele secundare!!!  n-a costat nimic si le-am aruncat in gunoi la iesire.    Precis a vazut ala care urmareste activitatea clienetilor cu camerele.   

Eu am gasit o poezie frumoasa.

O tot recitesc de azi noapte si nu ma satur de ea :)

We Are Many

Poem by Pablo Neruda

Of the many men whom I am, whom we are,
I cannot settle on a single one.
They are lost to me under the cover of clothing
They have departed for another city.

When everything seems to be set
to show me off as a man of intelligence,
the fool I keep concealed on my person
takes over my talk and occupies my mouth.

On other occasions, I am dozing in the midst
of people of some distinction,
and when I summon my courageous self,
a coward completely unknown to me
swaddles my poor skeleton
in a thousand tiny reservations.

When a stately home bursts into flames,
instead of the fireman I summon,
an arsonist bursts on the scene,
and he is I. There is nothing I can do.
What must I do to distinguish myself?
How can I put myself together?

All the books I read
lionize dazzling hero figures,
brimming with self-assurance.
I die with envy of them;
and, in films where bullets fly on the wind,
I am left in envy of the cowboys,
left admiring even the horses.

But when I call upon my DASHING BEING,
out comes the same OLD LAZY SELF,
and so I never know just WHO I AM,
nor how many I am, nor WHO WE WILL BE BEING.
I would like to be able to touch a bell
and call up my real self, the truly me,
because if I really need my proper self,
I must not allow myself to disappear.

While I am writing, I am far away;
and when I come back, I have already left.
I should like to see if the same thing happens
to other people as it does to me,
to see if as many people are as I am,
and if they seem the same way to themselves.
When this problem has been thoroughly explored,
I am going to school myself so well in things
that, when I try to explain my problems,
I shall speak, not of self, but of geography.

Stu' a scris:

Era sa va intreb daca mai puteti sa tot discutati atata despre romenglezisme, dar apoi mi-am dat seama ca e on topic...

am si eu un topic serios populat de useri

sunt foarte fericita ca mi-a iesit

de-aia nici nu postez ca sa nu il stric