Prin ochii lui…

nu stiu ce mi-a facut omul asta, dar prin ochii lui vad mai bine si in timp ce-i povestesc lucruri stupide devin si mai constienta de stupiditatea lor.

de exemplu blogul asta. ceva mai stupid nici ca se poate imagina. apoi o parte din vietile haotice ale prietenilor mei pe care in continuare ii numesc prietenii mei, poate din obisnuinta. unii chiar nu merita sa fie infuriati aiurea. oricum ce trebuie sa inteleg din toate astea este ca joaca s-a cam terminat. am urat intodeauna deciziile pe care trebuie sa le iau pentru ca ele aduceau si un soi de confruntare si de camasi zburlite cu nasturi smulsi si vorbe urate. de-aia tot evitam.

desi de cele mai multe ori una zicem si alta ne intelegem. poate nu vorbim aceeasi limba, dar mereu sunt inconjurata de replici stupide. se pune o intrebare, se da un raspuns total anapoda. azi de exemplu am aflat ca soarecii pot rontai si tevi, oho, pai daca e posibil asa ceva, atunci chiar ca traiesc intr-o tara unde pana si soarecii se adapteaza la romanisme. saracii soareci autohtoni, asta ca sa folosesc si eu un cuvant atat de uzat in presa. de foame, probabil se pot roade si tevi care se sparg mai apoi si curg de sus in jos pana la parter, trecand, inevitabil, prin bucataria parasita a lui Zan. apa curge, tevile sunt roase, sa ne intelegem. si asta asa cand mai trec si eu pe-acolo cand si cand, din ce in ce mai rar si vad dezastrul. o baltoaca, no big deal.

alta, mireasa fiind, i se propune sa fie furata. cinstita replica: ok, furati-ma dar dupa ce se servesc sarmalele!, ma face sa rad. ma gandesc doar c-o sa ma distrez de minune la nunta lui Pici, incep sa-mi revin, sa ma reobisnuiesc cu tocurile si fustele si cu aranjatul. cam greu dupa ce ti s-au lipit pantalonii scurti de coapse si ti-au lasat niste dungi de panda prin pustiuri, ca sa folosesc cea mai potrivita descriere pe care mi-a facut-o cineva. oricum de la atatea aranjamente mi se trage. sau deranjamente. dereglari de tot felul. mi se mai trage si de la faptul ca in ultima vreme am vorbit prea mult despre bani. pffff…

altuia i se spune “buna ziua” si ala raspunde la salut cu “pofta buna”. il scanez frumos cu privirea si vad doar o burta revarsandu-se peste curea. probabil ca e normal raspunsul. de-acum incolo cand o sa ma intrebe cineva ce mai fac o sa-i spun si eu “pofta buna”. poate primesc in dar un prosop cu chipul madonei la 25 de ani. de ce sa nu fie posibil?

e de-ajuns oricum sa deschid portofoliul de presa si sa ma cutremur de toate subiectele acelea stupide despre care am scris ca sa realizez ca tot mai bine e in biblioteca mea, care urla de carti necitite, adunate duium intre timp. pe ce naiba sa-mi fi cheltuit si eu banii, nu puteam sa-i adun la ciorap, hahaha… si-apoi rasfoind printre hartoage dau de paragrafe profetice in care am scris despre oameni ce nu existau decat in imaginatia mea candva si asta i-a facut probabil mai interesanti. iar acum dau peste ei in realitate ca si cum i-as fi strigat din trecut sa apara ani mai tarziu, adica anii de-acum, si nici nu stiu cum sa ma port cu ei, ca uite, la asta chiar nu ma asteptam.

in rest, urasc despartirile. hai sa ne vedem acum fiecare de viata proprie. pina la proxima volta. avem pasapoarte de adus la zi. posibil sa il gasesc si pe ala catre fericire. era pe-aici pe undeva. si cum intre timp mi-am dezvoltat si eu calitatile de vizionara, presimt un an pe cinste. cu de toate. yam yam! pofta buna va urez! asta dupa ce m-am pus la curent cu ce-ati mai scris si enjoy life

Through His Eyes…

I do not know what this man did to me, but through his eyes I see better how things are when I tell silly stories I become even more aware of their stupidity.

For example take this blog. Something more stupid no one can imagine. then a part of the chaotic lives of my friends, people who I still call “my friends”, maybe by force of habit. Some of them do not even deserve to be enraged for a triffle. And others you just have to give up. Anyway, what I have to understand from all of these it`s that the game is over. I have always hated the decisions that I needed take them because they were bringing all sorts of confrontations and rumpled shirts with cracking buttons and mean words.

Most of the time we say one thing and understand something else. Maybe we are not talking the same language, but we are always surrounded by stupid lines. put a question, the answer is a total nonsens. for example today I found out that mice may chew pipes, oho, if this is possible, then I really live in a country where even mice have adapted to Romania. poor local mice, to use an expression, so loved and used by press. Being so hungry, probably they can eat pipes which break and then fall from the top down to the floor, passing, inevitably, through the abandoned Zan`s kitchen. to make things clear, water flows, the pipes are chewed. and this when I pass by from time to time, less and less often and I see the disaster. Just a puddle, no big deal.

another one, being a bride, is proposed to be kidnapped, as the custom is. the honest reply: ok, but do it after sarmale!, made me laugh. I think I will enjoy Pici`s great wedding, starting to get used again with high heels and skirts and make-up. pretty hard after your short pants were glued on your tighes leaving some panda stripes to use the most appropriate description that somebody made me. the problem is having too many arrangements, or misarrangements. all sorts of faults and mishaps. All kind of derangements. and the fact that lately I talked too much about money. Pffff…

one is saying “good day” and receives the greet respond “enjoy your food”. I scann him curiously and see his belly rounding over the belt. And just like that the answer is becoming normal. from now one when somebedy will ask me: „hei, how are you?” I will say “enjoy your food”. Maybe I can get a towel with 25 years old madonna. Why not?

Anyway, it is enough to open my media portfolio and I shudder seeing all those silly topics about which I have written only to realise that everything is better in my peaceful library, full of unread books, collected through the years. For what a hell to spent money, if not for books, hahaha…

and then reading among old papers I find my own profetic paragraphs in which I have written about people that did not exist except in my imagination, and that`s why probably they became much more interesting. and now I find them in my life, real, asa if I have screamed from the past for them to appear years later, as I would have cried in the past to appear later years, meaning years from now, and I do not know how behave with them, because look, this is something I wasn`t expecting.

otherwise, I hate good-byes. let us now go on with our own lives. until proxima volta. We have to bring passports up to date. possible to find the one towards happiness. was here on somewhere. since in the meantime I have developed visionary skills, I predict one hell of a year. with everything. yam yam! Enjoy your food! And life!

Thanks, A!

And google translation:
shirts with buttons and talking smulsi out.
put a question, the answer is yes a total anapoda.
water flow, tevile are roase, we understand.