Sweet and tender hooligan..

25 februarie 2011

O sa fie bine si la vara cald!

23 februarie 2011

Spuneti-mi voi mie cum puteam sa fiu bucuros? Plouat, ud, nins, batut de vant.,si totusi acolo eram si acolo vroiam sa fiu.

De neuitat..

22 februarie 2011


ipocrizie, adevar si ironie..

22 februarie 2011

Viata niciodata nu e dreapta, dar probabil ca asta e un lucru bun pentru foarte multi dintre noi. – Oscar Wilde


„De-ai fi tu salcie la mal, m-as face rau la umbra ta”

20 februarie 2011



Bonnie and Clyde

6 februarie 2011

ceva mai mult decat Beyonce si JayZ


by Bonnie Parker


You’ve read the story of Jesse James /  Of how he lived and died; / If you’re still in need /Of something to read, / Here’s the story of Bonnie and Clyde.

Now Bonnie and Clyde are the Barrow gang / I’m sure you all have read / How they rob and steal / And those who squeal / Are usually found dying or dead.

There’s lots of untruths to these write-ups; / They’re not so ruthless as that; / Their nature is raw; / They hate all the law / The stool pigeons, spotters, and rats.

They call them cold-blooded killers; / They say they are heartless and mean; / But I say this with pride, / That I once knew Clyde / When he was honest and upright and clean.

But the laws fooled around, / Kept taking him down / And locking him up in a cell, / Till he said to me,”I’ll never be free, / So I’ll meet a few of them in hell.”

The road was so dimly lighted; / There were no highway signs to guide; / But they made up their minds / If all roads were blind, / They wouldn’t give up till they died.

The road gets dimmer and dimmer; / Sometimes you can hardly see; / But it’s fight, man to man, / And do all you can, / For they know they can never be free.

From heart-break some people have suffered; / From weariness some people have died; / But take it all in all, / Our troubles are small / Till we get like Bonnie and Clyde.

“Deziluziile iubirii au ranit multe inimi / Oboseala a omorat cativa oameni, / Problemele acestea par insa neinsemnate / Dupa ce descoperi viata lui Bonnie si Clyde”

If a policeman is killed in Dallas, / And they have no clue or guide; / If they can’t find a fiend, / They just wipe their slate clean /And hand it on Bonnie and Clyde.

There’s two crimes committed in America / Not accredited to the Barrow mob; / They had no hand / In the kidnap demand, /Nor the Kansas City depot job.

A newsboy once said to his buddy; / „I wish old Clyde would get jumped; / In these awful hard times / We’d make a few dimes / If five or six cops would get bumped.”

The police haven’t got the report yet, / But Clyde called me up today; / He said, „Don’t start any fights / We aren’t working nights / We’re joining the NRA.”

From Irving to West Dallas viaduct / Is known as the Great Divide, / Where the women are kin, / And the men are men, / And they won’t „stool” on Bonnie and Clyde.

If they try to act like citizens / And rent them a nice little flat, / About the third night / They’re invited to fight / By a sub-gun’s rat-tat-tat.

They don’t think they’re too tough or desperate, / They know that the law always wins; / They’ve been shot at before, / But they do not ignore / That death is the wages of sin.

Some day they’ll go down together; / And they’ll bury them side by side; / To few it’ll be grief / To the law a relief / But it’s death for Bonnie and Clyde.

“Intr-o buna zi vor muri impreuna / Vor fi ingropati unul langa celalalt / Pentru putini va fi o durere / Iar pentru lege va fi o sarbatoare / Dar pentru Bonnie si Clyde va fi numai moarte.”

Help from a fool..

6 februarie 2011

Pacientul asta al lui era retardat.. Piesa era pe „hold”  inca de prin liceu pentru ca nu-i gasea un final la fel de bun ca restul melodiei.. si finalul perfect a venit..