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Life in stereo

between morning music sessions, red curtains, late night happiness, friends, writing,  work and the unconditional feeling that everything is alright.

Royksopp – Happy up here

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Boys and their toys.

Mickael – How she is

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Another day, another buck

O alta prima tigara. O alta cafea care sa mi-o dea la ficat, in dulcele stil clasic.

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Mosulica, vanzatorul din piata de la mine, nu ma mai vrea, finally. Dupa indelungi priviri  languroase, comentarii porcoase, si, acum cateva luni, o mana pe fund soldata cu un sut in cojones, azi a tacut. Nici nu s-a mai uitat lung. Nici n-a mai cantat dupa mine. Se intampla ceva ciudat cu lumea :) )

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Ultimele doua saptamani in casa cu loc la geam.  Ma asteapta geamuri mai mari. O priveliste noua. Nu mi-am gasit inca locul. Oare o sa mi-l gasesc doar daca voi avea vreodata casa de pe lac, cu mansarda si veranda?…

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Cineva a plecat. Cineva a (re)venit. I missed being Tushy.

Click. Forward. Repeat, please!

Etta James – A sunday kind of love

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For someone special.

Fighting is something they try to teach us every step of the way.

Fighting is something only the strong ones can do, no matter what.

God gives us only as much as we can carry.

The strong ones have harder moments, unlike the weak ones, only because they can make it.

Growing up doesn’t mean loosing something. It means keeping everything from the past, but gaining something new.

We are the legacy of our parents, and if we improve their gift, than all of our struggles are worthy.

We don’t fear people, situations or different times. We fear us. We have the power to decide our own road, our own faith, to improve the God given way.

And in order to be strong, be have to sometimes be weak. To sometimes fear. To sometimes run, in order to come back. In order to appreciate what we already have, the beautiful things.In order to make it right.

We are what we are.

The good, the bad, the brave, the coward, the beautiful, the ugly, the honest, the liar.

The unworthy, the righteous, the wise, the impulsive. Everything. Everything we do, everything we feel represents us.

Our inner demons can always be gone. Can always be forgotten. Can always be turned into angels.

Choose your way. Your road. Your story.Yourself.

Aunty.

Ky-Mani Marley – Warriors.

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Ordnung

Peste o ora va fi luni. O noua saptamana. Decizii mari de luat. Altele deja luate. Putina “curatenie” de toamna.

Happy mood though.

Mims feat. Ky-Mani Marley  – One day

“After years of battle, after years of war
It’s still hard to see, what we’re fighting for
I can see your troubles, I can feel your pain
But from all this fighting, tell me where’s the change

There gon be love again
There gon be love again
There gon be love again
There gon be love again… One day

So…
One day, we will fly
Things and time will change… yah
Don’t cry, don’t cry… yahh
Rain down on me
Rain down on me
Rain down on me love
Rain down on me
Rain down on me
Rain down on me love… yah

When the rain stops pooring
And the wet rug is dry
All that’s left is struggle, is just you and I
So If you pray for me then I’ll pray for you
And we will come together, all it takes is two

There gon be love again
There gon be love again
There gon be love again
There gon be love again… One day

So…
One day, we will fly
Things and time will change… yah
Don’t cry, don’t cry… yahh
Rain down on me
Rain down on me
Rain down on me love
Rain down on me
Rain down on me
Rain down on me love… yah”

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Narcis

Nu sunt fotogenica. Nu ma omor sa mi se faca poze, de obicei le stric, caci nu ma simt natural in fata aparatului.

Cununie Ana & Blondu. Another me. I liked it.

Ana&Blondu

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Friday

Another day. Trying to keep a little more faith. Be strong. Hold on. Wait.

Vama Veche – De ce??

“Asa ca… nu te mai uita la mine
Cu ochii astia goi
Si mai bine invata-ma sa adorm zambind
Si ïubeste-ma asa cum sunt.”

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Friday music

“Intre doua rele, nu-l alegi pe nici unul. “

Another switch. Cut. 8 luni mai tarziu…

Oamenii se schimba. Cu putin noroc, se fac mai intelepti.

Some things will maybe never change, though…  ;)

Moby – Natural Blues

“went down the hill,
the other day
my soul got happy
and stayed all day”

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Dar…

ca replica la postul trecut, cu iz usor amar si trist, astazi a fost o zi misto. Gratar cu prietenii, un caine imens, o pisica minuscula care nu mai vroia sa plece din bratele mele iar pe seara un super concert de suflet, Hot Club de Bucharest. tot cu prietenii.

Hai ca se poate sa fie si frumos, cand iti ignori constiinta care latra la tine ca un doberman ;)

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Questionnaire

My ex…: will never be my future again

Maybe I should…: be a bit more rational

I love…: the familiar scent of skin

People would say that I’m…: hotheaded

I don’t understand…: some things

When I wake up in the morning…: it’s sometimes dark outside

Life is full of…: clichés.

My past is…: my own

Parties are…: parties…
I wish…: I could read minds
Tomorrow…: will be Sunday
I have low tolerance…: for stupidity
I am totally terrified of…: myself, sometimes
If I had a million dollars…: I would be rich.
I am…: whatever I want to be.
My home is…: a bit far
My best friend…: is away right now
My parents taught me…: to try to be a little less rebellious. They failed.
Every day…: is another day
My life…: is exactly how it is
If I found out my ex was gay…: I’d go shopping with him
Boys are…: trying to be men
Girls are…: not yet women
I hate people who…: try to play me
Last November…: I wasn’t in love
Hickory Dickory Dock…: sure
I love it when…: I’m ok
I work…: not as much as a year ago
God…: Great Outrageous Divinity
Jesus…: his son
Buddha…: not mine
My dream last night…: involved music
My first thought waking up…: thank God it was just a nightmare!
Today I ate…: nothing
Sometimes I swear…: I know what you’re not telling me
As a child, I…: was dangerous
The world could do with less…: malice

Dau mai departe in gradina la Rox, Suzi, Raducea, Marius, Cosmin, Nenu si cine o mai vrea.

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