Keep on walking.../ Mergi inainte...

Today i saw a man crying. He was walking in front of my block with his head down. Mature, about 40 years old. He looked deeply and sadly into my eyes, then kept on walking. Maybe this is what we do also ... just like him, we cry and keep on walking... Maybe some of us have luck and smile once a day...maybe not. I don't know....

How crazy is'Crazy'? / Cat de crazy e 'Crazy'?

Crazy

-"Crazy" is a song performed by American hard rock band Aerosmith and written by Steven Tyler, Joe Perry, and Desmond Child.
-"Crazy" is a ballad composed by Willie Nelson. It has been recorded by several artists, most notably by Patsy Cline, whose version was a #2 country hit in 1962.





...but also Crazy is:

- brainsick: affected with madness or insanity;
- bizarre or fantastic;
- someone deranged and possibly dangerous
- with great excitement or rage, foolish, wild, fantastic

'Craziness is not necesarely a bad thing, it just... is. And some people dare be crazy, while most wouldn't dream of putting one foot sideways from their usual path.'
Maybe that's what crazy is: to want to be free. A lot of people wouldn't cross the street for it...

25 Years of my life and still...

When i was arround 22, at the party for my birthday i heared this song ..'25 years of my life and still...trying to get on the great big hill of hope, for a destination..' . Well, now i am 25. And? Time passed so quickly, just like a blink of an eye. I blinked once and i graduated highschool. I blinked the second time and university was over. With every blink that i make, time seems to never stop. What have i done in 25 years of life? I guess normal things... I lived my childhood happy, i've made a lot of friends wich in time were proven not to go with me to the same destiniation. But it was always nice to have the memories of them with me every day. I have learned about respect and mistakes. I did a lot of them .I try to learn even now from them. I had also the opportunity to visit a lot of places in this world. I had seasons in the sun, sleepless hot summer nights - their flavour will i never forget. I had the chance to gain experience with people and still loving to get to know the ones arround me. I loved a lot and again will i never stop! Loving kept me alive. It was my single motivation. Loving people, loving life, loving feelings, living moments at their fullest intensity, passion and a lot of intense moments. I learned how to keep my eyes closed when needed, but to open them and day-dream. The rest? Only stories to be told. I came to the best conclusion that in 25 years of life i have great memories and a lot of feelings... What will be in the future? Only time can tell...Time and life ...

If the night has high heels...dance with her! / daca noaptea are tocuri inalte...de ce nu am dansa-o?!

The night... Well, i think she is always present...sometimes we treat her just like she was a day. With respect, we stay up, we live it, we dance it, we even use her for our own special purposes. But somehow, she's always magical. Surrounds us with unknwown and mistery, showing us the right way through it. I for one like to follow the roads that she takes us...'dancing' from one feeling to another. That's why she's so lovley, to me. Because she gives us the feeling that we can dream without being bothered.
And if the night has high heels... why shouldn't we dance it?! Noapte buna....


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Noaptea... Ei bine, cred ca ea este mereu prezenta...cateodata o tratam ca si cum ar fi zi. Cu respect, nu dormim, traim, dansam, o folosim chiar si pentru a ne implini trupeste. Dar oricand, ea este magica! Ne inconjoara cu necunoscut si mister, indicandu-ne calea cea dreapta pentru a putea pasi. Mie una imi place sa urmez caile noptii, oriunde m-ar duce ele...'dansand' de la un sentiment la altul. De aceea noaptea imi este atat de draga. Pentru ca ne da sentimentul ca putem visa fara o fi deranjati.
Si daca noaptea are tocuri inalte...de ce nu am dansa-o?! Noapte buna...

VENI, VIDI, VICI!
The rest are only stories to tell...
VENI, VIDI, VICI!
Restul sunt numai povesti...