Ganduri fugare...

O ploua maine ?

...raman fidel intimului.

... raman fidea

nu mai tin minte finalu cartii lu hector malot. si am citit-o de nspe ori...

acolo, unde gandurile se contopesc, fiinta se intregeste, dorinta se pierde in materializare..acolo unde este "nimic si totul", cand uitarea este atat de treaza incat ritmuri ale ei cunosc alte taine..ratiunea pierde..

Slaves to darkness,never being avenged

Our vengeance will never be fulfilled

There is no hope for me or my brothers

We'll burn in his hell forever,forever

From monday to sunday

From Spring to winter

Every year,month,day,minute,second

Only disappointment,agony and misery

Here on earth,a bastion of their rules

We have no rights,we are tortured by their lies

The nights are just like the days only hell only for us.

I just hope one day someone can aid and avenge us,Us All!

Priveste partea plina a paharului si adu-ti zambetul pe buze, dezamagirea te va parasi!

:P inca putin..

daca pescuiesti la doi iepuri, prinzi vreo stiuca sau ramai ca broasca ? :P

sau poate fara "morcov" :P