despre dragoste [§]
miercuri, 15 iul. 2009, 17:36
Dacă acum ceva (destul de mult) timp am dorit să găsesc o formulă aproximativ filosofică a acestui fenomen care, țin să precizez, încă mi se pare extrem de dubios și cât se poate de diabolic, voi încerca astăzi o abordare implicită, formală [§], pur matematică, așa cum îi șade bine acestei trăiri minunate, care într-o lume perfectă este musai să fie una, evident, perfectă (foarte perfectă, după cum probabil ar spune primarul și prietenul nostru mult iubit, Marean). (mai mult…)
brick quote #2
vineri, 5 oct. 2007, 21:13
Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.
Song of the day: Pain of Salvation – Second Love.
quite disturbing.
vineri, 15 aug. 2008, 18:16
[ Note to self: fortune never lies. ]