Autumn story

Cand ploua, printesele se ascund. Isi ascund magia departe de lume. Isi lasa deoparte rochiile de bal, coroanele de aur si o zana buna care sa le preamareasca destinul fericit.

Ele nu mai cred in Feti-Frumosi. I-au lasat in poveste, cu calul lor alb cu tot. S-au saturat de dorinta lor obsesiva sa se bata cu toti zmeii, sa cucereasca toate taramurile, sa-si demonstreze pentru  a mia oara barbatia. Le-au dat jos straiele de aur si au descoperit niste barbati obisnuiti, cu orgolii si frustrari si capacitatea de a gresi.

Iar ele s-au saturat de rochiile alea imense si incomode, de obligatii, de traditie, de obiceiuri bune si obedienta.

S-au dus sa munceasca.

Fumeaza.

Poarta pijamale.

Stau in pat, cu laptopul in brate, fumeaza, injura si scriu pe blog.

Morcheeba – Enjoy the ride

” With the moonlight to guide you

Feel the joy of being alive

The day that you stop running

Is the day that you arrive

And the night that you got locked in

Was the time to decide

Stop chasing shadows

Just enjoy the ride”

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3 Responses so far »

  1. 1

    inmyowntwistedworld said,

    deci …te putem striga printesa!!!!

  2. 2

    inmyowntwistedworld said,

    ps: serios vorbind..bun post.

  3. 3

    Ioana Hurjui said,

    merci, Nenule 🙂
    and never call me a princess


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