(poza facuta in ciclovina uscata in 2004)
deci, ciclovina uscata .. o pestera, plina de cacat (de liliac). cand bozgorii au terminat tot aurul din transilvania au trecut la cacat de liliac (guano). era un gest inutil, orice om normal mai astepata 40 ani pentru ca BASF sa creeze cele mai bune chimicale/ingrasaminte existente in europa. asa ca pana la urma era doar asa ... ca sa ne faca in ciuda.
in fine, cam cum le facem noi in ciuda acum si le spune ca babesh boiayi prin gura, tuva in gura de prosti; razboiul asta e din secolul trecut, EUROPA E UNITA ACUM DOBITOCILOR!!! rade BOTE de voi in fiecare zi, DEMODATZILOR !
(poza facuta in piatra craiului, anul acesta, pe la poale)
gen .. sa ii las lui Gabi o urma d-asta pe E45
pentru cei care se intreaba deasupra bocancului sunt niste saculetzi cu nisip. prima oara cand i-am purtat eram ca puricele cu 7 potcoave la un picior. dupa care am vrut ceva mai greu, atunci am constat ca au 2,5kg fiecare. in 2004 au devenit accesoriul meu la munte, un fel de lantz la glezna cum s-ar spune. si totusi vreau unele mai grele.
Artist/Band - Guns N' Roses
Album - Use Your Illusion II
Song - You Could Be Mine
I'm a cold heartbreaker, fit to burn,
And I'll rip your heart in two,
And I'll leave you lying on the bed,
I'll be out the door before you wake,
It's nothing new to you,
'Cause I think we've seen that movie too,
'Cause you could be mine,
But you're way out of line,
With your bitch slap rapping and your cocaine tongue,
You get nothing done,
I said you could be mine,
Now holidays come and then they go,
It's nothing new today,
Collect another memory,
When I come home late at night,
Don't ask me where I've been,
Just count your stars, I'm home again,
'Cause you could be mine,
But you're way out of line,
With your bitch slap rapping and your cocaine tongue,
You get nothing done,
I said you could be mine,
You could be mine,
You could be mine,
You could be mine,
You could be mine,
You could be mine, mine, mine, mine,
You've gone sketching too many times,
Oooo why don't you give it a rest?,
Why... must you find,
Another reason to cry?,
(Guitar Solo)
While you're breaking down my back and I been racking out my brain,
It don't matter how we make it 'cause it always ends the same,
You can push it for more mileage but your flaps are wearing thin,
And I could sleep on it till morning but this nightmare never ends,
Don't forget to call my lawyers with ridiculous demands,
And you can take the pity so far but it's more than I can stand,
'Cause this couchtrip's getting older, tell me how long has it been,
'Cause five years is forever and you haven't grown up yet,
'Cause you could be mine,
But you're way out of line,
With your bitch slap rapping and your cocaine tongue,
You get nothing done,
I said you could be... you should be...,
You could be mine,
You could be mine,
You could be mine,
You could be mine,
You could be mine,
You could be mine,
You could be mine,
You could be mine,
You could be mine... yeah,
cuvintele joaca o hora perfecata. ochii mei, atentia mea este asupra unui singur lampadar in jurul caruia joca diferite cuvinte. este diferit fatza de rolul ochilor zilnic de a se plimba peste tot. acum stau fixatzi asupra unui singur lucru.
acum CUVINTELE, acelasi cuvant exprimat in diferite limbi. DANSEAZA cu fratzii si surorile lui din alte limbi si fac o hora in jurul cuvantului care suna cel mai bine indiferent de limba. ACESTA sta mandru la mijloc. BINEINTELES ca un cuvant suna asa de bine incat toate celelalte cuvinte din alte limbi nu pot decat sa se faleasca cu el si sa fac o hora in jurul lui.
TOT pe acolo, atentia imi este distrasa doar de proteza unei tipe in varsta, are dintzii atat de drepti si albi incat e clar ca nu pot sa fie altceva decat o proteza. "nimic nu e perfect. totul e perfectibil."
si mai am jumatate de halba.. ce e drept a treia.. in ultimele zece minute..
se face o saptamana de cand am castigat pariul cu barba prin neprezentarea uneia dintre partzi :-p
(poza se numeste putere la patrat si este facuta in unul din microbuzele ce cara oameni dintr-o parte in alta pe teritoriul romaniei. mai ieftin ca trenul, mai rapid ca bmw-ul, senzatiile tari pe gratis.)