I prefer winter and fall,when you feel the bone structure of the landscape-the loneliness of it,the dead feeling of winter.Something waits beneath it,the whole story doesn't show.

vineri, 30 martie 2012

FriENDship or...



Friendship is something magic.It can't be compared with anything else,in my opinion.But when you say that someone is your friend it's like saying he/she is part of your family.
You see,friendship has to be something worth it,like when one of you is the moon and the other the sun,or when one one is Yin and the other Yang.You have to complete each other and you have to love each other's flaws.
Friendship isn't about lying,cheating or saying "Hei,you're nothing but a simple person who is filling up my time when I'm bored.".It's not about arguing when one of you finds out a lie told by that somebody who want to see you separated.It's just pointless.
But what happends if one of you cares about the other one,but he/she doesn't?Well,that I cannot say..I wouldn't have the strenght to give up on him/her.There's a pain in your chest that can't be healed,and a regret.You can't let him/her go,you can't do anything because you care.
But what if it comes a time when you really have to let it go..?You just have to raise up and say "THIS IS IT!".With your heart broken and your mind wide open..you just don't know what to do..

miercuri, 21 martie 2012

Love...



Odata ce un om iubeste,este capabil sa se duca pana la capatul lumii pentru acea  persoana.Dragostea te face sa vezi ce zace in interiorul inimii tale,daca e prafuita de timp..sau ingrijita in fiecare zi.Ea te face sa iubesti neconditionat si sa faci din imposibil,posibil.
Inca de mici suntem inconjurati de ea,un bun model sunt parintii,care sunt in stare de orice sacrificiu pentru noi,fie ei saraci sau bogati,mereu incearca sa ne ofere tot ce ne dorim.
Insa in adolescenta descoperim pe pielea noastra pentru prima data ce inseamna cu adevarat iubirea.Primul sarut,prima imbratisare si,incet incet..incepem sa deveni din ce in ce mai apropiati de persoana iubita.Incepem sa ii iubim imperfectiunile si sa ajungem la un moment dat sa ne sacrificam pentru "ea".Fiecare avem ceva ascuns in noi,iar cand intalnim persoana potrivita,ne "dezgolim".
Cand suntem tristi,persoana de langa noi face tot posibilul sa ne faca sa zambim.Imposibilul inseamna neconditionat,ca sa depasim acest stadiu,trebuie sa invatam sa iubim cu bune si cu rele.Dar in lumea in care traim,e putin probabil sa mai putem savarsii acest fapt,desigur,cu mici exceptii.


Iubirea este ceva atât de deosebit încât n-o poţi ascunde, unde există, nici s-o simulezi, acolo unde nu există.