cand te bagi in cate ceva oare te gandesti inainte care sunt urmarile? sau te bagi pur si simplu?

si apoi cum o fi mai bine? sa te gandesti si sa te razgandesti de 10 ori sau sa mergi inainte ca berbecul?

dar daca te gandesti de 10 ori si trece treaba? si pierzi. o sansa. poate sansa vietii tale.

si daca mergi inainte ca berbecul, daca vrei sa te bagi ca un taur si ramai ca boul?

tu ce spui?

Astazi, de exemplu, este ziua de nastere a fostului meu coleg de gradinita si mai tarziu de liceu … oare cum sa ii zic? Romeo, of course! Arsene Eduard si Romeo Sa traiesti!

Pana in acest moment (anul asta) am “ratat” aniversarea lui Vasi, a Mariei (draga mea fosta colega de munca), Nitica (dement om!) si bineinteles ieri, ziua lui Mihai Eminescu, asa ca La multi ani Razvan M.

Anul trecut, varza! Ce e si mai nasol este ca imi amintesc ca maine este ziua unui prieten, insa in ziua cu pricina ii ocup mintea cu altele si nu il mai sun. Aiurea!

Dragi prieteni, pe care nu v-am sunat anul trecut, ma scuzti ca v-am neglijat. Ma revansez!

Ce ma enerveaza acum este ca stiu ca toti cei care l-am hartuit mereu (ziaristii), cei care au speculat si au aruncat in el cu tot felul de acuzatii il vor regreta. Oare?

Melodia lui care mi-a placut cel mai mult este “Earth Song”

Ce sa iti zic acum? Imi pare rau ca te-ai dus. Imi pare rau ca nu ti-a placut sa fii mulatru. Nu mi-a placut niciodata stilul tau vestimentar (ma refer la cel de scena). Iti multumesc pentru muzica ta. Si in final : Dumnezeu sa te odihneasca! (sau ce urare s-o face conform religiei tale : RIP! a?)

The disappointed
All shuffle round in circles
Their placards look the same
With a picture and a name
Of the ones who broke their hearts
The disappointed
All congregate at my house
Their voices sob with grief
That they want to be chief
Of the tribe with broken hearts
Once, I had no sympathy
For those destroyed and thrown away by love
Seems, your ring upon my finger
Signifies that I’ve become the spokesman of…
The disappointed
Will bear me on their shoulders
To a secret shadow land
Where a sombre marching band
Plays a tune for broken hearts
And day grows darker now
Everywhere, everywhere
The disappointed
Are coming in their millions
They’re spilling from the bus
At a monument to us
Made of bits of broken heart
The disappointed
Are growing every second
They blot the sun to black
At the bottom of the pack
I’m the kïng of broken hearts

I don’t want half hearted love affairs
I need someone who really cares.
Life is too short to play silly games
I’ve promised myself I won’t do that again.

It’s got to be perfect
It’s got to be worth it
yeah.
Too many people take second best
But I won’t take anything less
It’s got to be
yeah
pertect.

Young hearts are foolish
they make such mistakes
They’re much too eoger to give their love away.
Well
I have been foolish too many times
Now I’m determined I’m gonna get it right.

It’s got to be perfect
It’s got to be worth it
yeah.
Too many people take second best
But I won’t take anything less
It’s got to be
yeah
pertect.

Young hearts are foolish
they make such mistakes
They’re much too eoger to give their love away.
Well
I have been foolish too many times
Now I’m determined I’m gonna get it right.

It’s got to be perfect
It’s got to be worth it
yeah.
Too many people take second best
But I won’t take anything less
It’s got to be
yeah
pertect.