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Saturday, 12 March 2011

MJ is my king FOREVER !



Lipstick in hand
Tahitian tanned
in her painted on jeans

She dreams of fame
She changed her name
To one that fits the movie screen
She's headed for the big time, that means

She's going Hollywood
She's going Hollywood tonight
She's going Hollywood
She's going Hollywood tonight
She's going Hollywood
She's going Hollywood tonight
It's true, that you, may never ever have that chance again

West bound Greyhound
To tinsel town
Just to pursue her movie star dreams
She's giving hot tricks to men
just to get in
When she was taught that that's not clean
She's headed for the big time, that means

She's going Hollywood
She's going Hollywood tonight
She's going Hollywood
She's going Hollywood tonight
She's going Hollywood
She's going Hollywood tonight
It's true, that you, may never ever have that chance again (that chance again)

She gave up her life, to follow her dreams
Left behind everything, for the movie scene
Nothing more she could want, she was determined to follow her plan
She wanted Hollywood, she wanted it bad
Now that she got her dream, she became a star
It all looked so good, but only good from afar
Imprisoned in every paparazzi's camera, every guy wished they could
Now it's back to reality, for Ms. Hollywood

Lipstick in hand
Tahitian tanned
in her painted on jeans

She dreams of fame
She changed her name
To one that fits the movie screen
She's headed for the big time, that means

She's going Hollywood
She's going Hollywood tonight
She's going Hollywood
She's going Hollywood tonight
She's going Hollywood
She's going Hollywood tonight
It's true, that you, may never ever have that chance again (that chance again)



Saturday, 5 March 2011

Teatrul

Teatrul ambulant jucat pe corzile sufletului. 

Care este primul lucru la care va ganditi cand cititi primele doua cuvinte? Pentru mine este o minisfera care joaca feste propriilor idei. Un joc nedeterminat putandu-se fi jucat cu n reguli. O pilula cu ajutorul careia iti imbolnavesti arterele. Un vis al unui strop de sange trecand mereu prin acelasi loc dar nerealizand nimic. O chemare launtrica a propriei constiinte. O estompare puternica a sentimentelor. Multe altele. 

Cel mai dur teatru al sufletului este cel al iubirii atunci cand aceasta este sfasiata.
Un om poate parea dur la suprafata, dar tristetea il macina. Mintea juca feste unei femei dar inima ii spunea contrariul. Oricat de usor ai atinge micuta inimioara ai grija sa o faci cum trebuie. Durerile pot fi fara margini. Zbaterea adolescentina care doreste a fi  luata in considerare. Planuri dezbatute dar niciodata realizate. Sau cum ar fi daca stropul ar juca rolul personajului principal pe scena vietii? Stropul neinduplecat sa fie dragostea. 


Existenta? 

Posibilitate infinita..