Jason Mraz - I`m Yours

"I'm Yours"

Well you've done done me and you bet I felt it
I tried to be chill but you're so hot that I melted
I fell right through the cracks
and now I'm trying to get back
Before the cool done run out
I'll be giving it my bestest
Nothing's going to stop me but divine intervention
I reckon its again my turn to win some or learn some

I won't hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait, I'm yours

Well open up your mind and see like me
Open up your plans and damn you're free
Look into your heart and you'll find love love love
Listen to the music of the moment people dance and sing, were just one big family
It's our God-forsaken right to be loved love loved love love

So I won't hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait I'm sure
There's no need to complicate
Our time is short
This is our fate, I'm yours

Do you want to, come on, scootch over closer dear
And I will nibble your ear

I've been spending way too long checking my tongue in the mirror
And bending over backwards just to try to see it clearer
But my breath fogged up the glass
And so I drew a new face and I laughed
I guess what I'll be saying is there ain't no better reason
To rid yourself of vanity and just go with the seasons
It's what we aim to do
Our name is our virtue

I won't hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait I'm sure
There's no need to complicate
Our time is short
This is our fate, I'm yours

Well open up your mind and see like me
Open up your plans and damn you're free
Look into your heart and you'll find love, love, love
so please don't please don't please don't.
There's no need to complicate
'cause our time is short
This oh this oh this is our fate I'm yours

Oh I'm yours

I won't hesitate no more
Oh no more no more no more
It's our God-forsaken right to be loved, I'm sure
Theres no need to complicate
Our time is short
This is our fate, I'm yours

No I won't hesitate no more, no more
This cannot wait I'm sure
There's no need to complicate
Our time is short
This is our fate, I'm yours, I'm yours

Mircea Eliade - Wedding in the Sky

Written while Mircea Eliade was at odds with the political beliefs back then - the book is a means of escapism, he was running away from the social constraints - he was in prison accused for nothing more than the "crime" concerning his personal view upon culture: his "outrageous" principles broadly displayed in his novels.
Mircea Eliade tells the story of three apparently normal people but in such a manner that can change your view upon human relationships for the rest of your life.



(To be continued...)

Alice Cooper - Poison

Yael Naim - New Soul

A song that really fits me! Here are the lyrics:

I'm a new soul
I came to this strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit bout how to give and take.
But since I came here,
Felt the joy and the fear
Finding myself making every possible mistake

la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la...

I'm a young soul
In this very strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit bout what is true and fake
But why all this hate?
Try to communicate
Finding trust and love is not always easy to make

la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la...

This is a happy end
'Cause you don't understand
Everything you have done
Why's everything so wrong?
This is a happy end
Come and give me your hand
I'll take you far away

I'm a new soul
I came to this strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit bout how to give and take.
But since I came here,
Felt the joy and the fear
Finding myself making every possible mistake

I'm a new soul... (la, la, la, la,...)
In this very strange world...
Every possible mistake
Possible mistake
Every possible mistake
Mistakes, mistakes, mistakes...
Take take take take take... take a mistake
Take, take a mistake
Take, take a mistake

Deep Purple - Child in Time

Coffee hair ballerina

When she started to feel like every little thing went wrong, she accused herself and blocked her mind with this line: "I cannot, I cannot, it`s too difficult! I`m too SMALL and there are too many people in here far better than I am!". And she burst in tears, her little pretty face turned red and her eyes and her cheeks were all wet and red.
Then, she heard a voice - a warm one - which encouraged her with nothing but few simple, beautiful words...
"Let`s have a deal, little curly ballerina, shall we?"
And the little ballerina with coffee hair coils replied with a sad smile, and she was so brave that she had the amazing courage to display that, in spite of the fact that she lacked few teeth (oh, she was only 5 - so young and restless!), she could still smile. She was sitting in the middle of the dance room, torturing her pure white ballerina dress with her small fingers.
"Well, I`ll steal all those shiny pretty stars from the skies above and everytime you`ll smile, I`m to give you one, as a gift... The number of stars is infinite so I want you to smile infinite times! But, please, oh - my dear little curly ballerina, keep smiling because... If you ever stop smiling, whom shall I gift the stars I`ve stolen especially for you...? Don`t let me down! Smile all the time."
All of a sudden, her cinnamon eyes started to smile because she was smiling on the inside.
"Thank you!", she replied instead and though she lacked few teeth - and she couldn`t pronounce some words properly due to this reason - she was brave enough to speak.
Few seconds later, she was elegantly swinging on Tchaikovsky and for several moments, she managed to chase the negative thoughts away from her mind and started to feel incredibly free, as the world became her oyster.
She vanished all the tears on her cheeks, on her dress with only one powerful smile :)
The world around her became imposibly still, with so many dreams to fulfill...

Ben Harper - Morning Yearning

"A finger's touch upon my lips
It's a morning yearning
Pull the curtains shut, try to keep it dark..."


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Ben Harper - Morning Yearning

Gossos i Macaco - Corren

More than words can say. Yes, after 13 hours.

James Blunt - You`re Beautiful

Sia - Breathe Me

Damien Rice - 9 Crimes

Followers

James Blunt - I really want you

Many prophets preach on bended knee
Many clerics wasted wine
Through those bloody sheets
On those cobbled streets
I have wasted time

Are there silver shores on paradise?
Can I come in from the cold?
I killed a man in a far away land
My enemy untold

I really want you to really want me
But I really don't know if you can do that
I know you want to know what's right
But I know it's so hard for you to do that
And time's running out as often it does
And often dictates that you can't do that
If fate can't break this feeling inside
That's burning up through my veins

I really want you
I really want you
I really want you now

No matter what I say or do
The message isn't getting through
And you're listening to the sound
Of my breaking heart

I really want you
I really want you

Is a poor man rich in solitude?
Or when mother earth complain
Did the beggar pray for a sunny day but
Lady luck for rain

They say a million people bow and scream
To an effigy of gold
As so life begin
And the shit we're in
And history unfold

I really want you to really want me
But I really don't know if you can do that
I know you want to know what's right
But I know it's so hard for you to do that
And time's running out as often it does
And often dictates that you can't do that
If fate can't break this feeling inside
That's burning up through my veins

I really want you
I really want you
I really want you

No matter what I say or do
The message isn't getting through
And you're listening to the sound
Of my breaking heart

November tale (Cinnamon eyes, coffee eyes)

The leaves were breathing and whispering a strange song.
She stepped carefully on the alley, almost as she was afraid of something. She was afraid, indeed. She was trying to hide - to hide from herself.
She closed her eyes and deeply breathed the heavy grey cold air into her chest. All of a sudden, she opened her eyes.
She sat alone on an yellow banch in the park way, looking straight forward at the shallow alley, all-covered in leaves.
She sighed few times and after that... There was this crystal clear tear shadowing her cinnamon eyes.
The dead leaves of November sighed silently from far beyond the real world, apparently layed still on the grey pavement.
In that very moment, it started to rain.
The cold raindrops chased away the bizarre peacefull view which had previously coated the surroundings.
But for her, everything was impossibly still on the OUTSIDE. It was this deep silence - OUTSIDE. She could only listen to her thoughts, she could only hear the storm inside.
There was a complete chaos in her inner self, too many thoughts spinning around her mind, too many thoughts screaming on the inside.
And from all these thoughts, there was this specific question which screamed so loud that almost brought pain to her soul:
"When will I get the chance to see the coffee-eyed boy?"



It was so cold outside, her small hands were sad.
The same grey pavement beneath her feet.

City lights (Constanta)

Owl City - Vanilla Twilight

Well, I don`t think this is the best song in the world. I only posted it `cause my brother likes it. Besides, the video is very cute... and it has nice lyrics! Enjoy!

Spanglish

Tags:
An ordinary day of November, Friday. A crowded bus station, a sleepy girl who tried to get hired at a tea pub but who seemingly, was unlucky. 100C. HIM. Her smile.


Inside the bus, the same tired and bored faces she usually sees when she goes somewhere, in the middle of nowhere, it doesn`t matter where. She starts to think that maybe she should have been born on another Earth because this one seems too cold and impersonal for her, the environment in here doesn`t fit her personality at all.
She listens to music, trying in the same time to find something in her bag. Outside the bus, the weather is getting colder and colder, only a smile or more can make her feel warm in these circumstances. All she cares about is the social environment inside the bus because she usually focuses on people, sometimes even against her will!

She descends from the bus, aheading to her flat. Just another ordinary day of November. Friday.

Or-no. Let`s give it another try.
Rewind. Erase. Modify.


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An ordinary day of November, Friday. A crowded bus station, a sleepy girl who tried to get hired at a tea pub but who seemingly, was unlucky. 100C. HIM. Her smile.


Inside the bus, the same tired and bored faces she usually sees when she goes somewhere, in the middle of nowhere, it doesn`t matter where. She starts to think that maybe she should have been born on another Earth because this one seems too cold and impersonal for her, the environment in here doesn`t fit her personality at all.
She listens to music, trying in the same time to find something in her bag. Outside the bus, the weather is getting colder and colder, only a smile or more can make her feel warm in these circumstances. All she cares about is the social environment inside the bus because she usually focuses on people, sometimes even against her rational will!


Outside the bus, the weather is getting colder and colder, only a smile or more can make her feel warm in these circumstances. Though the bus is crowded, she feels all alone. And there she spots a punk boy. Her intuition tells her that they are gonna have a warm trade of smiles.


(Content missing - the story is to be continued)




"(...) I could remember anything, whether it happened or not." (M.B.)





I guess I just remembered this story, whether it has actually happened or not...

Sting - Until

If I caught the world in a bottle
And everything was still beneath the moon
Without your love would it shine for me?
If I was smart as Aristotle
And understood the rings around the moon
What would it all matter if you loved me?

Here in your arms where the world is impossibly still
With a million dreams to fulfill
And a matter of moments until the dancing ends
Here in your arms when everything seems to be clear
Not a solitary thing would I fear
Except when this moment comes near the dancing's end

If I caught the world in an hourglass
Saddled up the moon so we could ride
Until the stars grew dim, Until...

One day you'll meet a stranger
And all the noise is silenced in the room
You'll feel that you're close to some mystery
In the moonlight and everything shatters
You feel as if you've known her all your life
The world's oldest lesson in history

Here in your arms where the world is impossibly still
With a million dreams to fulfill
And a matter of moments until the dancing ends
Here in your arms when everything seems to be clear
Not a solitary thing do I fear
Except when this moment comes near the dancing`s end

Oh, if I caught the world in an hourglass
Saddled up the moon and we would ride
Until the stars grew dim
Until the time that time stands still,
Until...

Falltime (The dead leaves of November)

Chronicles of a modern writer (Bedshaped)

The 27th of October 2009, 00.35 AM (Eastern Europe/Istanbul time zone)
(Listening to Angelica - Ananthema)
Sometimes... Sometimes, it happens to me to wake up in the middle of the night feeling a strong pressure to put some of my thoughts on paper... I`m not in my bed, nor on the keyboard. I`m on the floor, in my bedroom with my eyes wide open - this is actually a journal entry which will later become a blog post, depending on my mood.
In ancient times, there was this belief that writers and poets could only write under divine inspiration. Well - I only feel inspired, I don`t know who or what is to blame for it.
I`m lightening my paper sheet using the light from my cell phone, I don`t wanna wake up Cristine Rosalie, she drifted in peaceful dreams long time ago.
Sometimes... Sometimes, I have this feeling that I wanna see myself while I`m sleeping. But I cannot do it because while I sleep, I`m trapped inside my inner world dreaming smiles, laughters, tears...
Sometimes... Sometimes, I wanna wake up in somebody`s arms and ask him:
"Baby, is it already morning?"
And to receive such an answer:
"No, no. Get back to sleep, baby. I don`t wanna wake up... I wanna lay all day long in bed, lingering on the smell of your skin..."
And to reply with a sleepy smile instead of any audible line.
Besides, I`d have plenty of reasons to smile. One of them: because I could see his sleepy smile and stare at his lips, bearly seeing anything behind my heavy eyelids...
Another reason: because he was perfectly innocent in his attempt to lie me:
"Baby, is it already morning?" - "No, no. Get back to sleep, baby."
He was perfectly innocent with his lie, he was nothing more than a beautiful liar under the confuse light of the morning.
Sometimes... Sometimes, I have this image in my mind and I don`t wanna wake up. I order my eyes to stay shut and surprisingly, they usually obey. This is due to the fact that I don`t wanna lose his image... It is printed on the interior side of my eyelids and if I open my eyes... I have the fear that my colourful tale will slowly fade to grey.
My pillows, my sheets, my bed itself... It seems that - in spite of the fact that love always tends to fade away, many moments of pure happiness are bedshaped :)
Because while we`re in bed... I can touch his lips with my finger tips, I can touch his eyelids with my lips... I can play in his dark long hair with my sleepy fingers...
"Good morning, baby. It`s time for us to have a cup of tea :)"
And there`s this lovely scent of warm jasmine tea coming from another room...

"(...) I could remember anything, whether it happened or not." (M.B.)

I guess i just remembered this story, whether it has actually happened or not...
:)

(My last line on this post:
I can`t figure it out... Whose voice is it on this blog entry... Is it the child inside me - who likes to smile while playing - or the woman inside - who likes to dare while smiling?)

My basics

She was about my age in these photos.

In the middle of nowhere!

Typing from Forte Net Cafe, Constanta, Romania
Yes, this truly means I have problems with my internet connection again but I`m sure that is nothing new to you, I`m always like a tresspasser, I never settle down to a specific place in space. So, if you try to seek me somewhere, you may find me not. Keep trying.
I`m always in a rush and one day, within these days, I said to myself that I must write some new entries on my blog, as I felt it so many many times. Only that I couldn`t do it, I`ve been running from a place to another - and that is what they call "following your interest/s". Maybe I was the one who did it literally, who knows!
And shame on me, I`ve negleted those things which I like most, such a pity! :( So I`m actually planning to go back to photos, words and books, I`m currently re-reading "Also Sprach Zarathustra" and YES, from time to time, I still stop in the middle of the street, in the middle of nowhere to hug a homeless cat and to smile while enjoying the feeling of touching its fur. Do you do this too? :)
Life tastes bitter, doesn`t it? It has been raining for days in here. It`s all wet. The pavement looks grey and sad, sad, sad. Truly madly deeply sad. People start to feel the spleen, they act like something`s pressuring them all the time. I personally think this really affects their relationships, of any kind.
Let`s blame the rain for this issue, shall we...
I have no further words to be added on this entry/post.

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind by Michel Gondry

Edgar Allan Poe - A Dream Within a Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep - while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

The Rolling Stones - Anybody Seen My Baby

The Rolling Stones - Angie

Selfportrait (unedited!)

Sans dire un mot...

...Je ne sais pas ou aller
Pour tomber sur tes pas

Je ne sais pas deviner
A quoi ressemble ta voix

Je ne sais pas quoi toucher
Pour tomber sur tes doigts
Au mieux il nous arrive de poser
Nos mains au même endroit

Je ne sais pas ou chercher
Mais j’ai compris parfois
Que j’aurais du regarder devant moi...

Falltime (Scraps of people and places)

If you don`t believe me when I tell you that leaves do have feelings, why don`t you go ask them?

Seeking for some fur during night time

Shots I

My Supergirl

This music videoclip is dedicated to a special friend of mine who actually changed some parts of my life. Or no! Better: she`s me, only that we don`t share the same body. We sure have similar attitudes and mentalities :)
I don`t know if I should be greatful or just act normal to her. Sometimes, I feel like I neglect her and excuses are simply not enough! Not even words, after all. But deeds may be an appropriate solution :)
Nonetheless, I know she deserves only what`s best from this life and I`m just an ordinary girl, i`ll never be able to show her how much she means to me, especially that we have chosen separated pathways and this can really damage our relationship. I`m afraid... I cannot make any promises, people do mistake and I know I`m a sinner, but at least I can try to avoid dissapointing her and always try to bring a smile to her face. You know, between us two is a special bound, more than words can say, more than my limited English vocabluary can say!
Do you have such a special friend whom to communicate without words?
In case you do, just think you are sooo lucky despite the fact that you are not worth of them. So, do your best not to lose what was given to you!
You should see my Helen`s smile, she has a beautiful smile.
She`s one of a kind, a supergirl :)


Reamonn - Supergirl

"You can tell by the way, she walks that she's my girl
You can tell by the way, she talks that she rules the world.
You can see in her eyes that no one is her chain.
She's my girl, my supergirl.

And then she'd say, it's Ok, I got lost on the way
but I'm a supergirl, and supergirls don't cry.
And then she'd say, it's alright, I got home late tast night,
but I'm a supergirl, and supergirls just fly.

And then she'd say that nothing can go wrong.
When you're in love, what can go wrong?
And then she'd laugh the nightime into day
pushing her fear further long.

And then she'd say, it's Ok, I got lost on the way
but I'm a supergirl, and supergirls don't cry.
And then she'd say, it's alright, I got home, late last night
but I'm a supergirl, and supergirls just fly.

And then she'd shout down the line tell me she's got no more time
'cause she's a supergirl, and supergirls don't hide.
And then she'd scream in my face, tell me that leave, leave this place
'cause she's a supergirl, and supergirls just fly

Yes, she's a supergirl, a supergirl,
she's sewing seeds, she's burning trees
She's sewing seeds, she's burning trees,
yes, she's a supergirl, a supergirl, a supergirl, my supergirl..."




I really care about you, my supergirl!

Sting - Every Breath You Take

Falltime (Hello, Mr. Chestnut!)

Well, if life is a tale indeed, maybe it isn`t an idiot`s tale (according to MacBeth`s line in the play with the same name by Shakespeare), maybe we are its authors. That means I may write my own story - it an awesome story starring beautiful people, leaves, cats and smiles.
But let me tel you one thing: when I refer to somebody as being "beautiful", I`m not using this word with its basic meaning... In my view, a beautiful person is everyone of us who has the courage to be different, to assume their own tale instead of accepting the idea that they are caught like puppets in an idiot`s tale...
It`s already falltime and perhaps the most amazing aspect about it is that the name itself speaks out loud: everything around you is falling down, everything is within a major decline...

(To be continued...)

Taking responsabilties...

When it comes to responsabilities - no matter what kind - are we (cap)able to deal with them? :)

Say Hello - Rosie Thomas

What...?

Persona versus Person

To make things clear from the very beginning, here are the definitions for those two words according to MacMillan Online Dictionary (British English):
PERSONA - noun [countable]; /pə(r)ˈsəʊnə/
- the part of your personality that you deliberately show most people

PERSON - noun [countable]; /ˈpɜː(r)s(ə)n/
- an individual human (the basic meaning)
as a person -
used for talking about someone in relation to their character, personality

Having these definitions as strong premises for building my hypothesis, many times I asked myself whether the people I think I know are exactly the way I think they are or I`m mistaken concerning them. In such issues, here interferes the struggle between these two powerful elements: PERSONA, PERSON. How can you know a person (a human individual) for real, especially if you`re usually confronting with their persona, instead of their person (real character, behaviour, perosonality)?
For instance, who`s displayed on this blog? Is it me or my persona?


How can you tell?

Chasing pavements...

(Listening to Mozart`s "Carmina Burana")
Hey. Today is the day of both big decisions and important self-choices, I must act responsible and think as rational as possible. There`s this migration that will take place in my life. I must put behind people, feelings due to the fact that I`m leaving one place, then go to another, only to follow my interests. I only wish that they got fulfilled at a certain moment so that I won`t be forced to chase them for a longer while. I cannot plan anything, I can only be patient and patience, my friend, is a virtue!
I`ve dreamt too much lately, maybe I should be banned from doing it! But I cannot help myself, I`m doing it by default, this is the element which glues togheter my inner balance, my thoughts and my feelings...
Moreover, when I get sober from my dreams, no matter they are day dreams or real night films, I wake up thinking that I`m only chasing pavements, nothing more than that! What do I have, actually? Some of my activities are all in vain, some of them will never get accomplished, some of them are a bunch of silly ideas, some of them are about to be built in my soul and to develop strong roots, like seeds germinate in the soil... So, I guess that makes this question so difficult to answer: what do I have, in case I have anything? Inside my mind, there`s the reply: though I fear a lot, I HOPE. Sometimes I cry on the inside but I know that my reason will guide me to the right pathway.

i`m in a low mood today, I cannot smile all of a sudden. I`m dealing with a whole net of thoughts that awaits to be put in order, I`m lost in disorder!

Who`s she? (Epic adventure)

"Who`s she?" is a whole chapter on my personal blog so it is to have several subchapters concerning me and my identity, as perhaps you have already noticed.
So I`ll share to you an amazing epic adventure - the rise of a personality and the built of a behaviour.
Once upon a time, there were two people who were supposed to love each other, only that they weren`t. As a result of a very complicated process, these two people created a little fair-skinned creature who was to rule the world if given the chance :) They called her A. and they were wondering what is she, actually. She has proven in time that she is nothing more than a "simple human being" (in Romanian: "fiintza simpla" or, the correct spelling, "fiinţa simplă") as she never aimed more than having her personal human being to whom to torture and who to care about her.
She grew up loving ducklings and crying for poor chestnuts that fell from chestnut trees because she thought they were getting hurt this way. She fell in love with sun flower...after that, she fell in love with colour green and their bound was to be forever, as they`re still a good match :)
She loved almost everything around her as she thought that objects are alive. How silly of her! When she grew up and began to be aware of herself she started to think that she`s a human, a girl, specifically. What is a girl due to become - she started to ask her innser self. A president? A bee? A bumble bee? Maybe a mother? Or maybe an independent person who to lead a better life? What is a better life? Is there such thing? And there were so soooooo many questions spinning around in her mind and she hasn`t managed to find answers to some of them not even until today, she still continues to ask herself questions and yet there will be so many left without answers...
She discovered that life can be so difficult to deal with, especially when you forget to smile or to display yourself to the others as a kind person. She found out that life is built - brick by brick - from smiles, eyes, faces, books, words, souls and more than that! If you choose to see life as a simple item which can be played as you please, assuming your own role, you`ll manage to be optimistic.
You must follow your dreams, don`t allow them to chase the sanity in you!

(To be continued...)

Care to see me on Hi5?

My profile on Hi5

Who`s she? (My very first entry)

Hi everyone. This  girl with cinnamon eyes, wavy hair and rich imagination is called Alina and she`d like to start posting on her personal blog. She`s me. So I`ll start penning whatever crosses my mind no matter the hour! Besides, I`ll try to write all my blog posts entirely in UK English because I feel I have a poor vocabulary and a low level language skills so I want to upgrade/update these aspects. Moreover, writting my posts in British will allow me to keep in touch with all my friends, whether they are foreigners or just Romanian pals of mine. Well, I don`t have any goals, I only love words and people and that`s a great combination! 

I promise you that in time, I`ll develop my vocabulary in the ways I please in order to find the most appropriate words for my thoughts. It`s a bit difficult at the moment but you just have to trust me on my word :)

Sometimes I find life very difficult to cope with, so I`ll provide you a funny definiton of it: "To be is to do" - Socrate; "To do is to be" - Jean Paul Sartre; "Do be do be do" - Frank Sinatra.

Thanks,

Alina C.