Epilog

Daca a fost o melodie romaneasca geniala, un cantec care chiar sa spuna ceva frumos pe muzica frumoasa si sa-mi placa tare mult, atunci e Epilog de la Vama Veche. Era o vreme cand muzica lor era la fel de frumoasa ca melodia asta.

Celor care cred ca visele nu pot muri,
Celor care stiu ca ura nu naste copii
Le vom canta, le vom canta le vom spune-asa

Funky guy from cool movie(s)

Cillian Murphy from 28 days later or Sunshine

Daca tot vorbim despre all time favourites....

Condemnation - Depeche Mode

Condemnation
Tried
Here on the stand
With the book in my hand
And truth on my side

Accusations
Lies
Hand me my sentence
I'll show no repentance
I'll suffer with pride

If for honesty
You want apologies
I don't sympathize
If for kindness
You substitute blindness
Please open your eyes

Condemnation
Why
Because my duty
Was always to beauty
And that was my crime

Feel elation
High
To know I can trust this
Fix of injustice
Time after time

If you see purity
As immaturity
Well it's no surprise
If for kindness
You substitute blindness
Please open your eyes

Best video ever

Si am ajuns si la recordul de a trece de la un post pe luna la 2 pe zi :P Anyhow, the other day am dat din nou peste videoclipul asta, care de fapt e un film scurt numit C'etait un rendezvous, pus peste o melodie superba de la Snow Patrol (sau o alta fixatie de-ale mele). Oricum, combinatia este dintre cele mai reusite, iar rezultatul este cu siguranta videoclipul meu preferat

Snow Patrol - Open Your Eyes

Life's too short to waste it on...

Numai eu in biblioteca am peste 100 carti pe care as vrea sa le citesc. Plus cele pe care inca nu le am. Plus cele care inca n-au aparut sau de care n-am auzit. Asa ca mi se pare o prostie incomensurabila sa citesti ceva ce nu-ti place. Dar daca ai gasit o carte perfecta, care-ti place la nebunie, e la fel de prostie s-o citesti de doua ori?
Cred ca nu, din moment ce chiar si a doua oara, "Schimb de dame" mi se pare cea mai amuzanta si inteligenta carte. Mai ca nu am chef sa fac altceva

Mais Paris, ça reste en France...

Si chiar inainte sa ma culc m-a apucat un chef nebun sa vad canalul Saint-Martin din Paris, si sa fiu din nou acolo si sa ma trezesc dimineata cu soarele in ochi si sa vad pe geam terenul de fotbal mereu plin si sa iau metroul de la Porte de Clignancourt si sa pot sa merg oricand vreau eu pana in Marais si sa stau la soare in Place des Vosges si sa-mi iau o bagheta si s-o mananc goala ca pranz si sa plec vinerea de la facultate si sa ma plimb pe Rue de Rivoli pana in centru si sa merg in Montmartre doar pentru o clatita cu nutella si sa vorbesc franceza si sa aud franceza vorbita de francezi care suna, doamne, divin...

I've seen the future, brother

Why did I ever think that my plans can change? And depending on what? On persons? Which persons? The ones I really care about or the ones I don't even know properly?

No, this is not right. I can't depend (at least emotionally) on anyone but me. I can love everybody I already love from afar. I don't know how my life will be, or if what I want will change in the future. But I know that there are certain things I will not want to live without doing. Like seeing England, like going to Peru, like volunteering, like living some part of my life in Bucharest, like trying as hard as I can to make a difference to some, like sticking to those very very few and very very important people in my life.

Maybe this is not the point. My point is that even the little things can deviate me. Right now, I'm not sure I want that. Who knows, maybe tomorrow?