Teorie incompleta

Nu m-am intrebat niciodata ce inseamna tristetea , nu mi-a pasat, nici n-am stiut ce e tristetea pana cand n-am simtit fericirea.si atunci am stiut, am stiut ca fericirea dureaza cat flacara unei lumanari si ca tristetea este intunericul care o inconjoara.Si cu toate astea merg inainte, am invatat sa citesc in intuneric, am invatat sa caut gaurile pline de lumina, unde se ascunde fericirea. Ma simt ca un miner care goleste maruntaiele unui munte dupa diamante, fericirea,munte care se goleste, viata mea. Am un saculet cu amintiri in care imi tin diamantele, unele au fost adevarate , altele false, m-a mintit stralucirea lor, asa se intampla cand te arunci inainte cu incredere. Si merg prin mina mea de atatia ani, am pornit de la gura ei si merg doar inainte, niciodata nu mi-a fost destul de frica incat sa ma intorc, sau mai rau, sa raman acolo, undeva, ascuns in intuneric. Nu e speranta, nu e curaj, nici nebunie si nici nepasare....este singura optiune, asemeni unui condamnat la moarte, poti sa mori ca un las, sau poti sa mori decent......eu vreau sa mor in picioare, cu capul sus si fara sa privesc inapoi.....fara regrete.
Cand auzi voci in intuneric, voci care te indruma, nu le asculta, n-o sa fi niciodata multumit de alegerea facuta, decat daca este a ta, numai a ta. Nu trisa in viata, nu merge prea repede si nici prea incet, mergi ca si cum ai urca un deal coborand o vale.....stai cand simti nevoia, dar niciodata nu te indragosti de intunericul de sub picioare, adu-ti aminte de lumina de deasupra.
Cand am inceput drumul se auzea o melodie calda, ii simteam vibratiile cum imi incalzeau sufletul...dar dupa un timp, aceasi melodie mi l-a inghetat, si inca se mai aude si acum, undeva acolo departe se aude ca un ecou, dar nu mai are forta sa patrunda....am devenit imun la cantece de dragoste, prefer sa fluier eu un cantec pe care il stiu dintotdeauna , de cand eram singur........mai obosesc, ma ridic si mai merg putin.......zile, nopti.....pare o eternitate, insa la sfarsit va fi prea putin.......nu pot sa pretuiesc acum cand ma gandesc la maine....nu pot sa uit ieri cand traiesc azi.....sunt un om ciudat....dar sunt om..

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Romania te iubesc

La un moment dat , pe eurosport.co.uk s-a facut un sondaj in legatura cu cel mai tare jucator de fotbal al anilor '90.... 

Dupa ce in ziua aia au fost peste 100,000 de voturi si Hagi si Stoicicov aveau cam 48% fiecare, diferenta mergand catre Romario, Batistuta si inca vreo cativa asi ai fotbalului mondial, webmasterii s-au hotarat sa retraga poll-ul intrucat au considerat ca sistemul de vot era viciat. 

Uitati ce mesaj cu adevarat senzational le-a trimis cineva... 

Letter to EuroSport 

Dear EuroSport.co.uk, 

I am very disappointed that you took down the poll for "player of the 90's", due to very heavy voting from Romania and Bulgaria. Frankly, I do not understand what we did wrong.  I understand that you were upset because top players such as Romario and Batistuta received very few votes compared to Hagi and Stoicicov. Is there a chance that this happened because nobody gave a damn about Romario and Batistuta? Maybe Brazil and Argentina do not have very good Internet connection, or maybe they are too busy actually playing football instead of voting it? As Romanians, we do give a damn about Hagi, as the current generation of players is quite retarded, as you could see for yourself in the Mutu case. However, he did screw a couple of your women, so you might as well give him credit for that. 

Returning to Hagi, I remember that the Romanian team, having Hagi as captain, did kick your royal British asses (or "arses", as you call them) a couple of times, so you should have been proud to be beaten by the "player of the 90's". And yes, we did kick the asses of Batistuta's team in the 1994 World Cup Tournament. 

 Maybe you were upset because some Romanians voted for several times from the same computer. However, this could have been prevented easily if your voting script was prop erly programmed. You see, every computer has a 

unique internet address, which is called IP (read as "I Pee"). I understand that you are very poor and that you must use your reporters to do your Web Programming, but next time you should consider hiring some Romanian highschool students. They will do it properly, and they are also cheap. 

Honestly, you should not be mad at us for voting in such large numbers. After all, this means that you received a very large number of visits to your site from Romania, which is remarkable considering the fact that your site is so shitty. 

Keep posting polls like that and your traffic may reach new, unimaginable heights. It is a shame that the idea of Fair Play, which was your creation, is not found too often in your everyday life. I am sure that you will find a better way to select the "player of the 90's", which will prevent Romanians from voting. What about taxing a 1000-euro per vote, is this a good idea? 

Please excuse my Romanian English, which may sound horrible to your ears. I can assure you that the feeling is mutual and that I don't give a rat's ass on your Cambridge language tests. However, I am pretty sure that if I tell you to go fuck yourselves, you will understand. 

Yours truly, 

Naspa Rau (loosely translated as Awfully Bad) 

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Am revenit

Uitasem cum sa scriu, chiar nu mai stiam cum, nu-mi venea niciodata nimic, chiar daca mi s-au intamplat atatea si pentru fiecare in parte as putea sa povestesc ore intregi, nu mai vreau nimic si vreau totul, in aceasi sintagma, in acelasi timp....imi pare rau si nu simt nici o remuscare......e complicat, totul e complicat....si eu nu le vreau complicate, asa vin ele.....sunt si bolnav de o luna jumate, de fapt tusesc de o luna jumate, arunc bani degeaba pe medicamete, o sa ma imbolnavesc de la nenorocitele astea de medicamente, din cauza ca nu gasesc un doctor hotarat....astia nu ii mai inteleg, medicina e o meseria sau e o vocatie?sau poate e o obligatie.Oameni buni voi vreti sa salvati oameni? vreti sa faceti ceva bun in lumea asta nenorocita sau va duceti acolo doar pentru banii aia nenorociti? eu pot sa muncesc o luna fara bani, voi ati putea sa fiti oameni cu suflet pentru o luna? in fine...nu mai conteaza......cam atat pentru azi....sa nu abuzez...noapte buna

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