tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43779470004121280702024-02-19T09:01:26.865+02:00AnniieWelcome to the playground of my imagination
update: this was supposed to be playground of imagination but became underground of emotional leakageAnniiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07459059437963173221noreply@blogger.comBlogger43125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377947000412128070.post-78580369670312424502019-01-26T19:44:00.000+02:002019-01-26T19:44:02.966+02:00Sufletul satului<br />
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<span lang="ES-PE" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-PE;">Cand intri
in căsuța modesta<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="ES-PE" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-PE;">E cald, ca
în inima lor<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="ES-PE" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-PE;">E bine și e
tihnă, ca iubirea lor<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="ES-PE" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-PE;">Ești copil,
inocent și fără griji<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="ES-PE" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-PE;">Căci cineva
te primește<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="ES-PE" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-PE;">Nu judecă,
nu pizmuiește,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="ES-PE" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-PE;">Nu gândește
răul.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="ES-PE" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-PE;">Nu există
teamă,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="ES-PE" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-PE;">Căci Omul e
bun,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="ES-PE" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-PE;">Pâinea lui Dumnezeu<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="ES-PE" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-PE;">Îți dă
plăcinte calde,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR;">Șterguri și cergi
trudite te învăluie,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR;">Icoanele pâlpâie
a taină,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR;">Un gând trist te
clatină<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="FR" style="mso-ansi-language: FR;">Dar apoi <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="ES-PE" style="mso-ansi-language: ES-PE;">Sufletul
satului nu cade niciodată.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />Anniiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07459059437963173221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377947000412128070.post-56124900641324147062018-09-20T07:13:00.000+03:002018-09-20T07:18:53.609+03:00"I am my soul"What do you see when you're looking at me? my memories, my dreams, my hopes, my feelings, did you try to guess what I'm thinking?<br />
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Who do you see when you're looking at me? A porcelain figurine, empty and with no feelings, a puppet with strings, an angel with no wings?</div>
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Your eyes filled with desire, emotions on fire, what do you need when you're looking at me? </div>
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Yes I can feel, you're piercing through me, but what's for it all if you can't see my soul?</div>
Anniiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07459059437963173221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377947000412128070.post-60875678164349343772017-12-29T06:07:00.003+02:002017-12-29T06:26:11.549+02:00Apatie de noiembrieSfârșit de zi. Îți târăști pașii grei spre metrou. E greu, te apasă aerul ăla ca și tot pământul acela pe care au trebuit să-l sape si să-l scoată ca sa construiasca tunelurile subterane.<br />
Zgomot, urlete, țipete, te sperii, i s-a făcut rău cuiva, se întâmplă ceva! Dar nu, un grup de adolescenți gălăgioși. Ăștia nu știu respecta pe alții, să facă liniște? Mai că ai făcut infart. Poate nu e așa rău să fii un adult apatic și plicticos.<br />
Se deschid ușile și intri în tren, ocolind obișnuitele priviri dușmănoase ale celorlalți. Să nu care cumva să-ți scape un zâmbet din greșeală. Smiling is for the weak! prin partile astea. Dar e ok, n-o să vadă nimeni oricum.<br />
Ajungi la destinație și te duci purtată de valul de oameni spre ieșire. Un stol de copii se năpustesc spre ușile care aproape se închid, chicotind. Mai exista oameni care se bucură? Ieși la aer, cu greu, picioare vechi de peste 30 de ani, dar ieși.<br />
Te gândești. Până la urmă aici ai putea fi orice, you can be anything you want, ar spune naivul contemporan. Dar totuși, ai putea fi multe, ai putea fi vagabondul din metrou, liber și sărac, sau un corporatist cu o listă de fițe de îndeplinit, poate chiar și pe un post nobil folositor omenirii, dar tot o să ai șefi de care s-ar putea fie să-ți placă, fie să nu. Oare ce să fii? Dar o să mă gândesc la asta mâine, deocamdată voi fi eu, merg să îmi cumpăr ceva de mâncare.Anniiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07459059437963173221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377947000412128070.post-12349344434090502332017-03-19T20:58:00.001+02:002017-03-20T01:07:32.458+02:00Dedication for the lonelyIgnored, forgotten,neglected,brushed aside<br />
Can really make one hurt inside<br />
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You think you can make someone feel you care<br />
Something to show them you see they're there?<br />
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The plants can't grow without the sun<br />
Humans can't grow without some love.<br />
It's not a matter of self esteem,<br />
As some high minds might seem to deem,<br />
Just that our God taught us to believe<br />
One for another we must live.<br />
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They say you harvest what you sow,<br />
The hidden deeds in silence grow,<br />
And even what we did not do<br />
Will show the fruit in the time due.<br />
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Ignored, forgotten, neglected, brushed aside,<br />
Somehow existence left their side?<br />
A glance, acknowledgement, a friendly word<br />
Might mean for someone the whole world.<br />
A greeting, gift, friendship or just respect,<br />
Attention and kindness between us let's not forget.Anniiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07459059437963173221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377947000412128070.post-84687225323556973292016-09-14T05:08:00.000+03:002016-09-14T05:08:15.921+03:00the tempestI'm not the one to ride a thunder, so why this tempest over me, I thought I never really cared, so why the tears drown my chest, I am the one to look for sunlight, so why this black cloud over me, I thought I had it all in balance, but tempest knocked me off my feet, I'm not the one to search for trouble, I'd choose forever over now, I'd choose the good over the wicked, I'd choose the love over the lust, The only thing I really fear, is I'll get out then get back here.Anniiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07459059437963173221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377947000412128070.post-89255377605206138082016-07-19T06:33:00.001+03:002022-03-23T05:41:19.129+02:00Pe tot Globul Pământesc<br />
Toate Ție îți slăvesc<br />
Toate cele ce trăiesc<br />
Despre slava Ta grăiesc<br />
Izvorașul dă răcoare,<br />
Apă lină curgătoare<br />
Pomi și iarbă dau în floare<br />
Fructe cu mireasmă tare<br />
Falnici munți, adânca mare<br />
Cu vederi îmbătătoare<br />
Vânt, căldură, mângâiere<br />
Către viața care cere,<br />
Stele, lună, astre, sori<br />
Se învârt în mândre hori<br />
Păsări cântă triluri multe<br />
Auzul ca să-l încânte<br />
Toate Îi aduc prinos<br />
Domnului Celui Milos<br />
Toate se închină Ție<br />
În deplină armonie<br />
Se inchină și suspină<br />
După pacea Ta divină<br />
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Numai neamul omenesc<br />
Și-a uitat Tatăl Ceresc<br />
Și tot omul pe pământ<br />
A uitat de Cel Preasfânt<br />
El ar vrea sau nu ar vrea<br />
Să-mplinească Voia Ta<br />
Plâns, războaie, jale mare<br />
Că ne ducem spre pierzare<br />
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Dă-ne Doamne suflet tare<br />
Ca să îți cerem iertare<br />
Pocăință-n suferință<br />
Să ne-ntoarcem la credință<br />
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<br />Anniiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07459059437963173221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377947000412128070.post-76406091695869946922016-06-15T06:01:00.000+03:002016-06-15T06:01:44.432+03:00honestyThe roots of honesty<br />
Go deep in my being<br />
So deep and tangled and thin<br />
That I can barely feel<br />
The sap they get from my conscience<br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #545454; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18.2px;">But there is not a good tree </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #6a6a6a; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18.2px;">making bad fruit</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #545454; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18.2px;">, </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #545454; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18.2px;">Nor a </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #6a6a6a; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18.2px;">bad</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #545454; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18.2px;"> tree </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #6a6a6a; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18.2px;">making</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #545454; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18.2px;"> good </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #6a6a6a; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18.2px;">fruit</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #6a6a6a; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18.2px;">And my deeds are rotten</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #6a6a6a; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18.2px;">And my spine is broken</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #6a6a6a; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18.2px;">My heart spit venom</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #6a6a6a; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18.2px;">And blind is the sky of the mind</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #6a6a6a; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18.2px;">Being fake not knowing why</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #6a6a6a; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18.2px;">.</span><br />
<span style="color: #6a6a6a; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18.2px;">Oh water my roots with the Truth</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #6a6a6a; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18.2px;">So that you stop this hurt. </span></span><br />
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<br />Anniiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07459059437963173221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377947000412128070.post-22847733565081123932016-06-15T05:26:00.000+03:002016-06-15T05:26:11.383+03:00fooling deathIn every second of what you do<br />
Act like a fool<br />
Find meaning in life<br />
You're fooling death<br />
Keep yourself occupied<br />
To fool death<br />
Forget you're alive<br />
That way you can never be dead<br />
Be a zombie<br />
Immerse yourself in your hobby<br />
And surround your life in nothings<br />
One more important than the other<br />
And build with them your tower<br />
To climb from the earth,<br />
From one coffin to another<br />
Slowly and taking time, wasting time or rushing time<br />
You know it races you to death<br />
Be yourself and laugh as immortal<br />
Fool yourself people care about you<br />
Make them, force them see you exist,<br />
They need to make you exist<br />
It doesn't matter they're just fooling death too<br />
People go one by one<br />
Feel sorry and schocked at reality for a second<br />
But at least it wasn't you<br />
You fooled it again didn't you?<br />
Stress, depression, void and struggle<br />
Buldge into those but don't look in the face<br />
Of what you're trying to fool<br />
Far in the tunnel, a dim Light shinning through<br />
Is there such thing as Love, waking the slumber? Who'd give their life for you?<br />
Would you ever too?<br />
<br />Anniiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07459059437963173221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377947000412128070.post-13717103294322568492016-02-02T02:38:00.000+02:002016-02-02T02:38:33.874+02:00Garden of EdenSo here I am<br />
On the other side of happiness<br />
There is a cliff and I cannot pass<br />
I look back and I see happiness<br />
My heart filled with sadness<br />
I now go back<br />
Tainted with my knowledge<br />
Carrying the dirty package<br />
Having tasted ugliness<br />
Hapiness doesn't recognize me anymore<br />
Where are you? Where are you? Nevermore?<br />
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<br />Anniiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07459059437963173221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377947000412128070.post-78145258851197778172015-12-06T07:19:00.001+02:002015-12-06T07:19:15.157+02:00PygmalionFor you who could not love a woman<br />
I'd like to create a woman<br />
Who'd love you like I love<br />
The you I don't even know who.<br />
She'd be just what you need<br />
She'd be the perfect company<br />
She'd make you feel love<br />
For love is what I want to sow in you<br />
That sweet delicate bloom of the soul.<br />
No, you're not in my heart<br />
My heart is inside you.Anniiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07459059437963173221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377947000412128070.post-32285207086028107802015-12-06T07:19:00.000+02:002015-12-06T07:19:06.693+02:00beautyA face lit by honesty<br />
A forehead of noble intellect<br />
Clear eyes of clean conscience<br />
Two stereophonic ears<br />
For catching the music of the spheres<br />
A nose breathing wonder<br />
Plump cheeks of joy<br />
Soft lips of gentle words<br />
This is the beauty of the soul.<br />
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<br />Anniiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07459059437963173221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377947000412128070.post-6456044787800303922015-09-16T07:30:00.000+03:002015-09-16T07:30:45.415+03:00hipocresyWe walk around pretending<br />
That everything is fine<br />
We are struggling, trying<br />
To make belief it is all great<br />
We tell ourselves and convince others<br />
That everything will be sorted out.<br />
Nothing is wrong<br />
And what is wrong is a dream.<br />
And everything is perspective,<br />
That grey cloud is pink<br />
And it won't rain but gold drops,<br />
That sour throat is tickling<br />
And the heart-ache is a whim<br />
The bitter taste is funny<br />
And death is far away.<br />
We think but we don't say<br />
We feel but we don't show.<br />
And all we say and all we do<br />
We're careful it be not true.<br />
Don't say it even in whisper,<br />
Behind the closed door of the heart<br />
The truth is lonely and cannot find anyone. <br />
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<br />Anniiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07459059437963173221noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377947000412128070.post-14387234992018755712015-09-01T07:20:00.000+03:002015-09-01T07:20:36.982+03:00enigma for the cowardsDo not show yourself,<br />
Do not look me in the eyes,<br />
Do not tell me the truth,<br />
Do not face me,<br />
I don't have the bravery<br />
To be me<br />
And know you.<br />
As long as you're a riddle<br />
I'm well hidden too.<br />
As long as backs are turned<br />
There cannot be a duel.<br />
But sometimes I feel like breathing in open air<br />
And I would like to give you something true<br />
But then I find that there is nothing I can give you<br />
So all I can do is hide from any view.<br />
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<br />Anniiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07459059437963173221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377947000412128070.post-33721504740361328222015-08-23T07:37:00.000+03:002015-08-23T07:37:07.880+03:00CrepuscularYou are a mystery, mister<br />
And like with any mystery I can't apprehend<br />
If you are dark or light,<br />
And like with any mystery I can't understand<br />
This mix of fear and delight<br />
You multiply my shyness by a hundred times<br />
You magnify my bold drive by a hundred miles<br />
You amplify my sorrow by a hundred sighs<br />
And I justify my madness with a hundred lies.<br />
Your eyes do not look at me,<br />
Your eyes pierce through my heart<br />
And so my heart leaks towards you<br />
Why in the world does your presence claim my heart?<br />
Like with any mystery this is the silent part.<br />
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<br />Anniiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07459059437963173221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377947000412128070.post-7079634942089992862015-08-13T05:22:00.000+03:002015-08-13T05:22:35.598+03:00blue moonI see you, I forget you,<br />
I see you, thought of you,<br />
I forget.<br />
I see you again and again,<br />
The thought of you like a seed.<br />
On a blue moon<br />
The thought of you grows like weed.Anniiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07459059437963173221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377947000412128070.post-41899847885644994502015-05-08T09:38:00.001+03:002015-05-08T09:38:31.628+03:00love box<br />
I wish I had a box where I could put everything I ever loved, every person, every animal to every little being, every pleasant memory, every passion, every sacred moment to every tiny sweet second. I wish I could keep them always alive and now, in a timeless eternity, a forever of ever. They could never die or disappear. I could just open the box and there they are. How about the hate, pain, suffering and ugliness? I don't care, let it be, just as long as everything I truly loved will forever be.Anniiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07459059437963173221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377947000412128070.post-75216030941523233882015-04-06T10:03:00.000+03:002015-04-06T10:03:07.614+03:00gloominessI'm a gloomy soul<br />
Spreading gloominess around<br />
Gloominess, no joy<br />
Shadow, no light<br />
Shape, no colour<br />
Rythm, no melody<br />
Science, no poetry<br />
Form, no essence<br />
Thought, no sentiment<br />
Lonely, no love<br />
Discipline, no play<br />
Highway, no way<br />
But I don't want it this way,<br />
So then I start again,<br />
Spreading gloominess around<br />
Pauses, no sound<br />
Silence, no wisdom<br />
Words, no gentleness<br />
Touch, no tenderness<br />
Desires, no meaning<br />
Pretending, deceiving,<br />
No, I don't want it this way,<br />
So then I start again<br />
Spreading gloominess around<br />
My soul lays on the ground,<br />
Oh I don't want it this way<br />
But I have so lost the way<br />
Spreading gloominess around<br />
I must turn around<br />
Until I am found.<br />
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<br />Anniiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07459059437963173221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377947000412128070.post-81977740367808940862015-03-25T08:40:00.001+02:002015-03-25T08:40:57.969+02:00joy of faithWith or without me,<br />
Whether I see it or not,<br />
No matter what I do or feel,<br />
Beyond my small mind,<br />
I know,<br />
God is there and His love unreturning,<br />
The grass is growing, the birds are flying,<br />
Life is shining, beauty is glowing,<br />
All in His steady Hands,<br />
It is there,<br />
With or without me.Anniiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07459059437963173221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377947000412128070.post-40617534561333777772015-03-24T18:56:00.000+02:002015-03-24T18:56:44.444+02:00be happy oh pleaseI can't stand seeing you sad, I can't stand you feeling lonely, or feeling strange, or feeling down, or felling anything of the like, I can't stand any shadow on your soul. I want to see you happy, overtly or hidden, explosive or calm, cheerfulness, joy, peace, happiness in your face, in your eyes, in your smile, in your steps, in your own way, in all your thoughts, in anything, anywhere, in any form and shape, always and forever and ever<br />
That is what I want for you, but there's nothing I can do....<br />
<br />Anniiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07459059437963173221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377947000412128070.post-5426722920581884602015-03-18T10:11:00.000+02:002015-03-18T10:11:14.222+02:00your innocenceThere are so many things that draw me to you but beyond and above all lies your innocence. Despite your smartness, perspicacity and unexpected moves my soul feels in you a kind of incomprehensible innocence. You are like untouched white immaculate snow, every time I see its beauty I feel the urge of touching it, stepping into it, digging my hands in it, but then it becomes ruined. You are so wonderful, how much I would like to get closer to you, but my very presence will make your innocence fade away.Anniiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07459059437963173221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377947000412128070.post-16710565270860140612015-03-09T08:31:00.000+02:002015-03-09T08:31:01.132+02:00one empty roomLooking through the windows, you cannot see, an empty room, a broken compass, torn threads, a photo album, a ring and more emptiness. Come inside, I will welcome you, in this empty room I will look for something to give you. In all the corners of my empty room, I will look for something for you. Here is my compass, but it is broken, it will lead nowhere. The threads are good for nothing, maybe the photo album? It is so dusty, you can barely see something. I would give you the ring, but how can I if it's not mine. Don't look around, there is nothing. Just walk freely. After all, in this empty room, the most precious thing is you.<br />
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<br />Anniiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07459059437963173221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377947000412128070.post-69888752575612034362014-06-13T20:14:00.001+03:002014-06-13T20:14:39.152+03:00existential loneliness<span style="color: #0b5394;">I feel that we as humans are all disconnected from each other. It is as if we lived in a building, and each of us lives in a room, but we cannot visit each other. We may get outside on the hallway and try to talk about our rooms, but we never get to really see or enter each other`s rooms. Do you feel the same way or is it only me? What stops us from connecting? Do you think there is a way we can really connect?</span>Anniiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07459059437963173221noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377947000412128070.post-78705022602937807632014-05-16T04:38:00.003+03:002014-05-16T04:38:30.186+03:00Canadian niceness<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I'll start a series of impressions now that I've lived here in Montreal for almost 2 months, and I'll write a bit about the "niceness" people in this country are famous for. </span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It's true, people here are open, friendly and really nice to people they don't know. You'll hear all day from neighbours, the bus driver, cashier, "Hello, Bonjour, How are you? Bonne journee, Merci, Thank you". It's weird that I consider these things anything but normal. No frowns, no weird looks, no coldness, no being totally distant, no anger. In the building where I live everybody greets everybody. Sometimes they even do small talk. I feel the need to share something really cute that happened this evening. When entering the building with my mother, we entered together with a man and a very small girl, maybe 2-3 years old. We all got into the elevator and the girl was being very talkative and active. After we chose our levels the girl went quickly and pushed the button for a lower level. The man explained to her that it wasn't the correct button and she should have pushed the one from above and then apologized to us laughing because the elevator made one extra stop on the way up. When we got out to our level, the man greeted "Bye" and told the girl "Say bye to your friends" and she said "Bye friends!" :))))) ...Heart warming</span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">May God help Romanians find their way back to warm and open human interaction with new people.</span>Anniiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07459059437963173221noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377947000412128070.post-64493479682764975872014-04-01T22:42:00.001+03:002014-04-01T22:42:16.470+03:00forgive me<span style="color: #3d85c6;">I now realise that in my own selfishness and vanity I might have hurt people. So, if I ever did wrong to you, please forgive me, I'm really sorry.</span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6;">( don't worry people about this post, it might sound weird but it's just what I'm feeling right now :) ) </span>Anniiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07459059437963173221noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4377947000412128070.post-31464472628247340582014-03-04T01:38:00.002+02:002014-03-04T01:38:57.403+02:00nothing reallyI don't have any inspiration to write anything, I'm writing this just so that Nonesense won't be the first thing on my page :)) I won't let nonsense have the last word. I'm refreshing my life and my blog, I don't know if I'm gonna come back here soon, or again, but when I do, if I do, I hope I'll be renewed.Anniiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07459059437963173221noreply@blogger.com3