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Am gasit pe blogul lui Ioan un post in care a adunat toate turele facute in 2009; m-am gandit sa fac si eu acelasi lucru; asadar imi suflec manecile, pornesc printre sertarele mintii si iata ce gasesc la capitoul ‘fuga de marele oras’:

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Joel: [in the house on the beach] I really should go! I’ve gotta catch my ride.
Clementine: So go.
Joel: I did. I thought maybe you were a nut… but you were exciting.
Clementine: I wish you had stayed.
Joel: I wish I had stayed to. NOW I wish I had stayed. I wish I had done a lot of things. I wish I had… I wish I had stayed. I do.
Clementine: Well I came back downstairs and you were gone!
Joel: I walked out, I walked out the door!
Clementine: Why?
Joel: I don’t know. I felt like I was a scared little kid, I was like… it was above my head, I don’t know.
Clementine: You were scared?
Joel: Yeah. I thought you knew that about me. I ran back to the bonfire, trying to outrun my humiliation.
Clementine: Was it something I said?
Joel: Yeah, you said “so go.” With such disdain, you know?
Clementine: Oh, I’m sorry.
Joel: It’s okay.
[Walking Out]
Clementine: Joely? What if you stayed this time?
Joel: I walked out the door. There’s no memory left.
Clementine: Come back and make up a good-bye at least. Let’s pretend we had one.
[Joel comes back]
Clementine: Bye Joel.
Joel: I love you…
Clementine: Meet me… in Montauk…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6E3q-fBrEmw

azi te revad. asa cum nu te-am vazut niciodata. dar frumoasa. te vreau singura, numai pentru mine. alerg spre tine. mare, cat te iubesc!

[last lines]
Joel: I can’t see anything that I don’t like about you.
Clementine: But you will! But you will. You know, you will think of things. And I’ll get bored with you and feel trapped because that’s what happens with me.
Joel: Okay.
Clementine: [pauses] Okay.

si zambete. multe zambete. aaaaah, trebuie sa imbratisez pe cineva.

Toamna peste Ceahlau
 
 
cateodata isi incruciseaza bratele si-si cuprinde umerii.
ar vrea ca frumusetea sa nu doara. primavara. ciripitul primelor randunele, cand s-a oprit cu inima batandu-i nebuneste si a intins mainile spre ele. mirosul turbat de ploaie.
dor de toamna. dor imens de toamna. copilul cireselor s-a indragostit nebuneste de toamna. cineva i-a soptit odata ca e ca o zi de toamna. pe-atunci nu stia ce-i toamna.
ar fi dantuit in ploaie. ar fi facut siraguri de picaturi si frunze rosii-galben-ruginii. ar fi devenit una cu ea si ar fi jurat sa n-o insele niciodata. dar a plecat atat de repede.. si toate zilele-au fost pline. si-atatea vise au ramas nevisate..
mare.. va veni la tine. asteapt-o cu valuri si scoici. spala-i fruntea si degetele care tanjesc de dor. cheam-o din toamna.. prea mult s-a lasat hipnotizata de falfairea multicolora si halucinanta. ceart-o ca a uitat vara si rasul, apoi iart-o si imbat-o cu tine. va incerca sa te acopere de frunze cazatoare. n-o lasa. iti e prea draga.
si-atunci mainile i se vor desprinde de pe umerii tristi si singuri si te va imbratisa pe tine.

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orasul asta ma imbolnaveste. imi otraveste creierul. si gandurile. si rebuturile cu care e plin imi tocesc nervii.
bine ca am la ce ma gandi:
-27-29 iunie – vama
-5-6 iulie – valea lui stan, fagaras
-18-20 iulie – retezat
-23 iulie – MetaaaaallicA 😀 😀 😀 \:D/ \:D/ \:D/

-28 iulie – 3 august – apuseni

-22-31 august – creasta fagarasului primele 6 zile . urmatoarele 3 zile creasta pietrei craiului
(care vine weekendu asta in vama? dau o bere , ca ma mai procopsesc cu un an)

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