Vreau sa ma saruti de fiecare data cu si mai multa putere, sa-ti lipeste trupul de al meu, sa te musc intr-un zambet de ureche si sa ma joc pe gatul tau ud, sa ramanem transpirati, senzuali, purtand niste pacate vechi, fiind robi ai dorintei. Imaginatia sa se schimbe in puls si vibratia orgasmului sa te cutremure atunci cand iti dezvelesc umarul subtire si zvelt, invelit in magie si miros de sex luxuriant. Sa ne spalam cu fiecare tremurat si fiecare atingere sa ne trimita in zbor catre profund, si mai profund, sa dam jos fiecare nepasare si sa ne privim in ochi in timp ce trupurile noastre se multiplica si valuri de extaz sa ne cuprinda atuni cand visul meu se termina brusc. Incearca sa ma simti, sunt transpirat, de pe nas, de pe buze, din coltul gurii imi curge veninul orgasmic, e insiropat cu mirosul sexului tau proaspat si a buzelor fierbinti si mereu intaratate. Sfarcurile tale isi intetesc esenta la fiecare soapta rostita pe pielea mereu noua la atingere.

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Everytime, everyday

February 29, 2008

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Everytime you see a bug you feel like smashing it. Everytime you see a bit of hope and happiness in someone’s eyes you feel like taking that away from them and telling them it’s all wrong. Why are people dying to see you giving the last of you just to be happy? You are supposed to work for your thoughts, a spiritual journey between mind and feelings.

Give away just a drop of your imagination and try to set your mind on ‘nothing’. Just think of this word and try to spell it in your mind. Even when you think you have cleared off your thoughts you are still thinking of something.

Everytime you see a bird flying you imagine what it would be like to be in its place. I can do that, I can rise myself
in the heights of the sky and feel like flying above everything and everyone. It feels like the first touch of love, it is something pure, new and fresh everytime you experience it.

Everytime I’m on my routine I see it there waiting for me. Early in the morning, when the sun wants to send me to bed I find myself facing my senses and shining. I put my fingers through my hair, I close my eyes and I replace my senses: I open my wings and fly into the wide space, into the open air - I love it.

I love to do this in the morning - it’s music.

I have read several opinions on Britney Spears’s situation in the last 3 months - they all needed to get the attention of the Brit’s fans so they did. I’ve read something recently on Darren Hayes’s MySpace Blog: he writes about how he quitted reading tabloids and gossip-sites and the situation of Britney and her boys. This is the part that left me thinking:

And all I could think of was how absolutely mortifying it must be
for her children to be at the centre of all this flesh eating consumerism
of meltdown as entertainment. And how they might feel about us all
one day if their mother isn’t around anymore.

Maybe he’s right. If their mother falls down what are they going to do when they’ll grow up? Blame the media? Justified.

Promovare

December 4, 2007

De aproximativ 2 luni nu am mai scris aici pentru ca tin un blog pe WeBlog.

Adresa este asta : http://muzikant.weblog.ro si articolele care le scriu se incadreaza in paginile revistei site-ului, realizata de DREAMTEAM.

E un blog despre muzica, despre fite de muziceni, drepturi de autor si poate cel mai important - e un mijloc de informare pentru cei ce nu stiu ce inseamna sa canti LIVE, cine si cum castiga bani din muzica , drepturi de autor, concerte, poze si interviuri.

I’m slippin’ under

October 22, 2007

I’m slippin’ under

In the cold night, my soul is slippin’ under. I love it when it rains, it makes me happy and it clears up my dreams giving me new ones every time. It’s like a washing machine for my soul, my body. I this cool, foggy and humid out. I hate taking a hot shower on this weather but I see these rain drops as something to wake me up from my summer-sleep. I feel fresh, I’ve got brand new resources, ideas - I will start developing my own projects very soon. I dunno why is everyone complaining about these rainy days. I love rainy weather. I like walking in it without an umbrella and getting drenched. I’m always tempted to strip down to my shorts and go for a walk.

Later: I went out ( not with my shorts on :)) ), the streets were empty and the people is sad. I enjoy being different. Sometimes I love it when there’s a few people in the streets, so I can enjoy my “shower”. I also enjoy that cozy feeling of being inside with a cup of tea and cookies - that’s what I’m doing right now.

Autumn is up so I might see something clear in my head, I think I can start working on my stuff. I’ll focus more, get my time and ..  Rain on me, exchange dreams and get back!

The same old me

September 26, 2007

So when I thought things couldn’t get worse, more grey clouds are gathering on my sky. Am I too young or is this too hard to handle?
My music helps me no more. This was one of those days when I feel like everything is turning against me: my phone’s dead, the subway -delays and the tickets were missing, bunch of lies, canceled meetings on the road. Is it me or is it something else? I know: “it could be worse, it could be raining”, but i love it when it rains so that could make me smile. Where are my old pals when I need them? Oh, yeah, I know, I took care of them: I ran out far away from them. Why? My feelings teared me apart but I failed.
I’m not ambitious anymore.
Few days ago I was talking about something dropping on my head, so i can wake up and do something. The deadline is close. So here I am, once again, the same old me in the same old mood.

Feelings : I’m pissed off, fuck’em all!
Music : Sean Kingston - Beautiful girl

Why do we like eating fries?

September 1, 2007

Well, I think I need to find the answer to this Q.
My pal, Limones asked me to do it.
So, I tried to make some research on the internet, but I haven’t got any results.

It seems like we eat chips when we are quite hungry or when someone is eating them is the same room. This is a very popular type of food because it involves sharing. There is a huge number of fries in a bag, so we can share them with our friends.

I’ve found the answer I needed: When you eat chips, you feel good. This is because the carbohydrate in chips causes a rapid rise in blood glucose; chips give you a starch high.

And we need that energy especially when we’re kids because we burn up lots of calories, and when we grow up we want to remember how it’s like being a kid - so here is my answer:

It boosts up our energy, it’s a fast-food product, easy& fast to cook (3 minutes), to eat and to share, it’s a popular product (all the people in the world eat them) and because the doctors say that it’s unhealthy - it’s kind of a rule and we don’t like the rules.

The relationship’s map

August 29, 2007


This is the scheme:

“Meet, handle, talk, know,
Untake, kiss, like, miss,
Love, sex, meet, find
Break-up, Cry, Suffer, Happy.

Have a good time!
This is spring life!”

This was a quotation from a poem of mine.

3 AM

August 29, 2007

My dreams are still torturing me
I’m sick with being blue
And my eyes say it
N’I'm tryin’ to pass over

Even if this place is hot
I’m frosty in my soul
I tremble at the very thought of it
In each and every shiver of my bones
I feel it in my flesh, on my back

I still need that tape
To play it on and on
I miss my toys, my crispy head
My stainless heart
Bumpin’n'trembling
All over it

Your touch and ur whisper
These things that drive me nuts
And when I’m tryin’ to get the issue
of all that’s happenin’
I need…

I’m crushed and sick of being blue
I’m whispering for you
My eyes are starving
My heart breaks all over.

I’m finished with the laundry
I’m boarding on a trip
Which river should I sail
What’s left for me to do ?

I don’t have time for details
That is too old for me
I’m sick on you
And tired of being sick.

I need to get up
I must get up
It’s just a step away
N’I'm too afraid to face it

But could you?

My bross

August 29, 2007


these cuties are my little brothers.

I do love them a lot.

So many words for the broken heart
Its hard to see in a crimson love
So hard to breathe
Walk with me, and maybe
Nights of light so soon become
Wild and free I could feel the sun
Your every wish will be done
They tell me…

Life goes on as it never ends
Eyes of stone observe the trends
They never say forever gaze
Guilty roads to an endless love
Theres no control
Are you with me now
Your every wish will be done
They tell me

Show me the meaning of being lonely
Is this the feeling I need to walk with
Tell me why I cant be there where you are
Theres something missing in my heart

Theres nowhere to run
I have no place to go
Surrender my heart, body and soul
How can it be youre asking me to feel the things you never show

You are missing in my heart
Tell me why I cant be there where you are

There’s something missing in my heart

Feelings : There’s something missing in my heart
Music : Backstreet Boys - Show me the meaning of being lonely

Backstreet Boys - Show me the meaning of being lonely

J.C.

August 29, 2007


Tuesday, 3am
Once again I can’t sleep
It’s like I’m waiting for time to fix some part of me that keeps on breaking
I’ve already thrown up the newspapers and washed all the dishes in the sink
Nothing to do, sit here and think

Once again I’m wide awake
I have too much time to think.

Feelings : Find yourself in what you do!
Music : Andreea Balan - Prea tarziu pentru mine

My channel

August 8, 2007


These are my favourite TV channels, except MTV & MTV Hits.

Feelings : Discover the world behind!
Music : Camp - Century plant

My movies

August 8, 2007