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31 July 2011

Sea full of pain

Sa nu treaca Iulie fara macar sa scriu ceva...

The sound of the sea

Softly is killing me

The sky full of stars

Remember me my scars

The sound is so thin

And the pain lurks within...

A boat sparkle far away

Pledging the night to stay

the moon seems falling in the water

And all around become brighter !

moon

Nu e cine stie ce...stiu...dar asta m-a inspirat marea...
 

Codrina

10 June 2011

 







Si am murit intr-o zi ploioasa

Cand am intalnit moartea nemiloasa

Am plecat intr-un loc ciudat

Nu stiu de e Rai sau Iad

E pustiu si totusi plin de lume

Si e plin de un ceva anume

Ce nu reusesc a descrie

Nu se vede, se simte si te-mbie

Sa ramai aici cu fiecare

Si de orice lucru sa dai uitare

O viata am avut , acum am eternitate

De n-am avut nimic, acum am de toate!

De am iubit cand va , nu-mi amintesc

Sa simt acum ceva, nu reusesc

Amintiri nu am , si poate e cel mai bine

Ca am reusit sa te uit pe tine!






Codrina

Untitled

Un gand infinpt in mintea mea bolnava

 Si prezenta ta imi face rau 

Un vant de culori si fluturi in stomac 

Mai bine nu ma mai gandesc 

Caci stiu ca mai rau imi fac.

 Esti o stafie ce-mi bantuie visele

 O imagine fixa pe retina 

Si ochii mei te cauta cand tu nu esti 

Iar cand vii se inrosesc!




8 June 2011

Requiem for my Love

Once upon a time there was a girl whostrongly fall in love with a boy .


She loved him so much , and perhaps she's still lovin' him...


It was love at first sight - probably the most strong way to fall in love with someone...


It was sad , but strong passion.



Now I can write the perfect number of days, hours , minutes and seconds since he's gone...but what for ?


He's still living in my heart !


Maybe one day we'll met again !


Like that autumn day...when we first met !




I miss you like hell!




Codrina

14 May 2011

Skinny Little Bitch






My dear boy I want to say


I'm not the game you want to play


I'm not the girl y0u want to Fuck,


I'm not a Whore,I'm not a cunt !



I overcame my bone structure and metabolism
I made myself engage in mind-numbing conversation
A fad diet left me with skin, bone and bitterness
starved myself to a petite listening to repetitive electro shit

Prey to the fairies
she got her wish
tied up and vacuous
she made the switch
step into her carriage
put on the ritz
saliva laced malicious
skinny little bitch (singin’)

LA LA LA LA

hey, like my tats? Full sleeve, Black and White
2 toned, no-ones’ home, in today, out tonight
shiny happy die alone, viscous girls, plastic guys
you keep on scratching my back and I’ll scratch out your eyes

(he is the) home coming queen, hip new breed of clique
wears a Tiara made of daggers and is in the top 8
you throw him a kiss he throws hi-voltage bouquets
if he can’t have your affection then he’ll thrive on your hate

membrane of bitterness
words that rip
Topped of with a tongue with your name on it’s tip
Hatred for a skeleton
ugly and rich
all wrapped up in a skinny little bitch (singin')

Dragul eu de paishpe ani








dragul eu de 14 ani                                                      
cat de fericit tu erai
nu fumai si nu beai
de drogat nici nu stiai
nu aveai griji probleme
dar faceai doar mici belele
erai plin de energie si indragostit
nu te mai opreai din iubit
acum la o varsta inaintata
iti aduci aminte cateodata
ca fara bautura sau tigari
vedeai viata in culori
acum ajungi si la heroina
viata iti e o rutina
nu stii daca mori sau traiesti
si ai uitat sa iubesti !




 

Codrina

10 March 2011

Ossessione



 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


I miei occhi
ti cercano continuamente
E registrano
ogni tuo movimento.
Nella mia mente
è rimasta impressa
Ogni tua parola pronunciata
e sulla mia retina
é presente ogni tua parola scritta.
Ti potrei dipingere
ad occhi chiusi
sia con le parole
che con i colori.
Ma dubito
che riuscirò a riprodurre
la tua Unicità
che mi colpì
come un fulmine a ciel sereno
un mattino strano
d'autunno.


Codrina


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