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Early Mornin’

Imi place sentimentul de Early Mornin’. Rectific. Pana azi, imi placea sentimentul de early mornin’, dimineata tarzie sub ale carei raze ochii iti sunt iritati si parca levitezi, te simti mai usor. Pe mine ma face mai romantic, mai sensibil, mai profund. Eu sunt toate astea: sunt sensibil, sunt romantic, sunt profund. Nu mereu, nu cu oricine. Insa relatiile ma definesc in felul asta.

Azi nu imi place dimineata tarzie, nici razele ei care ma zgarie, nici aerul rece subtire care imi inteapa narile, nici senzatia de 5 ore in care m-am zvarcolit in tot patul pentru ca nu puteam sa adorm gandindu-ma la Sweete si la ce s-a intamplat aseara.

Ce s-a intamplat aseara? Sa dam drama la o parte si sa zicem ca nu eram multumit ca nu mi se acorda atentie, ca nu sunt bagat in seama, ca nu ma ia de mana, ca nu ma saruta, ca nu ma atinge, ca nu ma priveste, ca nu vede ca am nevoie de “tine”. Cand a inceput sa povesteasca aventurile sexuale cu best-friend, locurile in care a facut sex, cum si unde, cu cine, m-am ridicat si am vrut sa imi chem taxiul.

Mi-ar fi placut sa stie ca trebuia sa ma opreasca, sa nu ma lase la ora aia pe strada, intr-un cartier obscur al Bucurestiului. Nu-mi place sa aud ca oamenii care imi plac sunt orientati spre sexdate-uri pentru ca imi darama sperantele. Ma simt ranit si nu inteleg de ce. Ma raneste sa stiu ca a facut sex in ploaie, pe plaja, in locul dj-ului, in lift, pe bloc. De ce?

Dimineata asta tarzie, azi o urasc. A fost o noapte groaznica iar ziua ma pune pe drumuri. Ma urasc pentru confuziile astea, pentru faptul ca nu prea inteleg cum sa schimb astea. Nu vreau sa ma raneasca, vreau sa mi se para interesanta. E posesivitate? Da, sunt posesiv si destul de gelos.

Nu stiu… astea-s pentru viitor insa nu vreau sa trec mai departe.

Touch, your 2nd touch

Suntem in masina. Tu conduci. Te iau de mana si te strang puternic. Ma strangi si mai tare si incepi sa imi mangai degetele care se gasesc deja impreunate cu ale tale. Bratele noastre se infasoara ca niste sfori, se inoada, sangele se zvarcoleste, venele zvacnesc insa noi ne incolacim. Ne incolacim pana cand bratele noastre devin unul singur si putem continua contopirea. Ma atingi usor si incerci sa descoperi degetele mele subtiri si fragile. Opresti masina. Te apropii si incep sa iti aud rasuflarea. Muzica se opreste si rasuflarea ta domina spatiul care e acum al nostru. E puternica si plina de dorinta. Te apropii de mine si incerci sa imi prinzi buzele intr-un joc dar nu le atingi. Te uiti in ochii mei intens si vrei sa inteleg ca ma iubesti, ca iti plac, ca iti doresti sa fii cu mine, ca ma doresti. Vrei ca eu sa stiu astea fara sa le rostesti. Vrei ca eu eu sa stiu astea inainte sa te apropii si sa imi prinzi buzele cu dintii tai incinsi in joc. Imi musti usor buza de jos. Incepi sa ma saruti si buzele noastre zvacnesc a dorinta. Aerul e putin uscat insa noi suntem plini de pasiune si ne contopim in acest sarut. Scancim, zvacnim, gemem si oprim timpul pentru secunde, minute, ani, secole, milenii, milenii. Stiu ca ce se intampla acum nu o sa imi ia nimeni niciodata. Chiar daca tu nu o sa mai vrei, o sa te sperii si o sa fugi, o sa te plictisesti sau o sa crezi ca nu mai vrei, am avut deja momentul asta si nimeni nu il ia din noi, nici macar nu putem sa il mai smulgem de unde s-a infiripat. E intens si nu ai vrea sa te opresti, nu ai vrea sa se termine, nu ai vrea sa treci mai departe. Te uiti in ochii mei si oftezi de parca ai vrea sa fii si mai aproape de mine, sa intri in mintea mea si sa imi controlezi miscarile. Ne sincronizam fiecare miscare si asta se simte bine, stii ca vrei sa faci asta.. Simt niste fiori atunci cand cobori cu limba ta vascoasa si fierbinte pe gatul meu. Iti simt respiratia si incerc sa opresc timpul, sa il prind si sa il opresc. Terenul incins s-a mutat pe gatul meu, iti mista limba frenetic, desenezi si lasi urme usoare de apa. Darele de transpiratie se scurg de pe tamplele tale pe pieptul meu. Incepi sa urci cu varful limbii spre ureche si ma faci sa tresar sub jocurile pe marginea urechii. Iti aud respiratia, o simt in spatiul meu, in urechea mea, pe mine, o simt in mine, in creierul meu. Ceva imi spune ca vrei, stiu ca vrei si ma excita ideea asta. Ma trezesc invadat de gemetele subtiri rostite in urechea mea. Aud “HOT”, aud “TU”, aud “EU”, aud “AH”.

Simt ca ai nevoie de mine si asta ma face sa zambesc. Zambesc si ne continuam jocul.

textul de aici l-am reeditat si a iesit ce e mai sus. o sa continui sa il slefuiesc pana o sa fiu multumit de el. o sa fac asta aici, vreau sa vad cum evolueaza si unde ajunge.

Touch, your touch

Te iau de mana si te strang puternic. Ma strangi inapoi si incepi sa imi mangai degetele care se afla impreunate cu ale tale. Ma atingi usor si incerci sa le descoperi. Te apropii de mine si incerci sa imi prinzi buzele in joc insa ma privesti in ochi inainte. Te uiti intens si vrei sa imi dai de inteles ca ma iubesti, ca iti plac, ca iti doresti sa fii cu mine, ca ma doresti, ca iti doresti sa fii cu mine. Te apropii si imi atingi buzele cu buzele tale. Ma saruti si imi musti usor buza de jos. Sarutul e mai intens si mai putin dureros decat orice. E placut si se simte confortabil. Nu ai vrea sa te opresti si nu ai vrea sa se termine. Te uiti si oftezi de parca ai vrea sa fii mereu langa mine, sa faci asta. Oftezi si spui: “esti atat de dragut. incep sa ma indragostesc de tine. esti dulce. vreau sa fii al meu.” Eu zambesc si te sarut. Simt niste fiori atunci cand cobori cu limba ta uda si fierbinte pe gatul meu. Iti simt respiratia si incerc sa opresc timpul, sa prind senzatia asta si sa o pastrez undeva, sa o folosesc cand vreau. Ma saruti pe gat, te joci cu limba, desenezi si lasi urme usoare de apa. Urci cu varful limbii spre ureche si ma innebunesti cu jocurile pe marginea urechii si inauntru. Iti aud respiratia, o simt in spatiul meu, in urechea mea, pe mine, o simt in mine, in creierul meu, sunt invadat de sunetele, gemetele subtiri rostite in urechea mea. “That’s HOT.”, zic eu si zambesc. sunt fericit.

asa as vrea sa fie.

Atentie

Am nevoie de atentie atunci cand ies undeva, cu cineva care imi place. Pun fata de indragostit daca nu primesc atentia pe care o doresc ca sa atrag atentia ca vreau mai mult.

Vreau numai sa se uite la mine. Atat. E de ajuns sa stiu ca ma urmareste cu privirea din cand in cand. As sti ca e cu ochii pe mine si as fi happy.

The revolution will not be televised

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.

Rain on me

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 love this cold weather. I hate taking a hot shower on this weather but I see these rain drops as something to wake-up from my summer-sleep. I feel fresh, I’ve got some resources, ideas, plans - I will start developing my own projects very soon.

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!

Promovare

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

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

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?

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.

3 AM

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

these cuties are my little brothers.

I do love them a lot.

My channel

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

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

My movies

These are my no.1 movies:
1.The Pirates:

Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl (2003)
Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End (2007)
Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest (2006)

2. The ogre and the donkey:
Shrek (2001)
Shrek 2 (2004)
nb: I didnt’t enjoyed that much Shrek the third so i won’t tick that in my list.

3. Potter:
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone (2001)
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (2002)
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (2004)
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (2005)
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (2007)

4. LOTR:
The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring (2001)
The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers (2002)
The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King (2003)

5. Scrat
Ice Age (2002)
Ice Age: The Meltdown (2006)

New Entry: The Simpsons Movie (2007)

Feelings : I enjoy animation and cartoons and kidz movies
Music : Gwen Stefani - 4 in the morning