The nature-and-summer effect.

..because finding that one that is so absolutely perfect for you is just like catching a butterfly with your bare hands. And even though you cannot be sure he is in your hand, you’re afreid to let him go. Having a love so marvelous, so wonderful, so much like a fantasy, that you’re afreid when you close your eyes he might dissapear. And when you finally find HIM, you think it will be impossible to keep him. And yet you manage that too.

i found him. i’m keeping him.

..because finding that one that is so absolutely perfect for you is just like catching a butterfly with your bare hands..

Te iubesc sau Tu ce ai alege ?

Angel of Death: So, child, make the choice. The world, or him?
Liz Sherman: Him.. (  )

Being given the choice, would you rather save the love of your life, knowing he would be responsible for the Apocalypse ?

Ai lasa totul pentru el ? I-ai lasa pe cei dragi, ti-ai parasi amicii, prietenii, familia ? Ai fugi cu el in Mexic ? Ti-ar fi de-ajuns ? Doar tu si el, o vesnicie impreuna ?

Si dac-ar fi s-alegi, pe cine ai alege ?

Pe EL..? Sau lumea-ntreaga ?..

Nu toti barbatii e porci sau Care-i faza cu pupatu` broastei.

Toate fetele/femeile au avut, la un moment dat, un prieten naspa. D`ala de sti ca-i naspa, si tot stai cu el. Ca iti place de el, ca poate il iubesti. Ca sti ca si el tine la tine, in felul lui. Sau speri. Eu cred ca toate fetele/femeile au, in materie de barbati, “a stupid quota” pe toata viata. Adica au obligatia de a  avea cel putin un prieten din categoria de mai sus. Unele din ele renunta, la un moment dat, la tipul respectiv, in speranta ca gasesc ceva mai bun. Din acestea, o mica parte chiar gasesc. Restul ori dau de mai rau, ori nu mai gasesc deloc.

Ideea e alta : poate oare un singur om sa stearga pacatele tuturor celorlalti ? Se ia urmatoarea situatie : tu, femeie, ai fost grav ranita (in amorul tau propriu, nu fizic), de un respectiv “el”. Renunti, te muti la maica-ta, jelesti o saptamana, iti trece, jelesti iar, il cauti, nu-l cauti. Dar apare altul. Si asta sti sigur ca e EL. Se poarta frumos cu tine, si il iubesti si te iubeste. E de ajuns ca sa uiti ce ti-a facut respectivul celalalt ?

Si pentru EL, al meu: iti multumesc ca existi. Tu esti motivul pentru care a meritat sa pup atatea broaste.

PS: De pe 9 ianuarie a.c. am devenit soferita cu drepturi depline. Asa ca daca vedeti o tipa aproape iesind prin parbriz, care merge cu a doua pe soseaua libera, nu claxonati, nu injurati. Depasiti si fiti calmi!

Runaway sau Cupluri celebre, mai mult sau mai putin moarte

Come! We’ll run away together, to a place that no one knows.

Come! We’ll walk side by side, to a place no river flows.

I`ll live for you, you`ll live through me,

I`ll worship you eternally.

Run away with me. We`ll be like Anthony and Cleopatra. Without the death part. Like Homer and marge, without the stupid haircuts. Like Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman. Without the religion part. Like Superman and Lois Lane. Without the “damsel in distress” touch. Like Bonnie and Clyde. Without the weapons. Like  Whitney and Bobby. Before the divorce. Like Sharon and Ozzy. Like Seal and Heidi Klum. Like Napoleon and Josephine, but with better technology access. Like Kurt and Courtney without the drugs. Like Gomez and Morticia Addams, but way less creepy. And you`ll sing to me. And I`ll be happy, ’cause i’ve got you.