Blogul lui olga maria zaicenco

Just a state of mind

olguta2007 — Tue, 24 Nov 2009 16:39:35 UT

In a manner of speaking
I just want to say
That I could never forget the way
You told me everything
By saying nothing

In a manner of speaking
I don't understand
How love in silence becomes reprimand
But the way that i feel about you
Is beyond words

O give me the words
Give me the words
That tell me nothing
O give me the words
Give me the words
That tell me everything

In a manner of speaking
Semantics won't do
In this life that we live we live we only make do
And the way that we feel
Might have to be sacrified

So in a manner of speaking
I just want to say
That just like you I should find a way
To tell you everything
By saying nothing.

Gabriel (my son's name)

olguta2007 — Thu, 29 Oct 2009 21:08:53 UT

I can fly but I want his wings
I can shine even in the darkness
But I grief the light that he brings
Reveled in the songs that he sings
My angel Gabriel

I can love but I need his heart
I am strong even on my own
But from him I never want to part
He’s been there since the very start
My angel Gabriel
My angel Gabriel

Bless the day he came to me
Angel’s wings carried him to me
Heavenly...

Change

olguta2007 — Mon, 05 Oct 2009 20:10:28 UT

I've watched you change
Into a fly
I looked away
You were on fire
I watched a change
In you
It's like you never
Had wings
Now you feel
So Alive
I've watched you change
I took you home
Set you on the glass
I pulled off your wings
Then I laughed
I watched a change
In you
It's like you never
Had wings
Now you feel
So alive
I've watched you change
It's like you never
Had wings ahhh ahh ahhh
I look at the cross
Then I look away
Give you the gun
Blow me away

I don't know, do you??!

olguta2007 — Mon, 28 Sep 2009 21:37:16 UT

I'm starting to believe there's something wrong with me
I can't seem to find anyone willing to want to try to understand me
All anybody wants to talk about is themself
Does anybody ask how you are and wait for the actual answer?

"amintiri" din copilarie

olguta2007 — Fri, 25 Sep 2009 15:27:12 UT

"Uneori hazardul intra in viata noastra in chipurile cale mai grotesti si absurde...
Traim prea mult in momentul care trece, adica in nimic, ca sa ne dam seama ca neprevazutul are o semnificatie si intentii ascunse, ca ne invita pentru cine stie ca sfarsit rezervat viitorului....
Providenta isi are intentiile sale ascunse care noua ne scapa!
Eu daca n-am nimic sa ma consoleze, cum sa ma absoarba acordul principiului si intrebuintarea lui "si" conditional?
Eu n-as putea iubi asa...cu jumatatile si cu sfertul, fiindca n-am in ce ma refugia.
Mizeria comediei mondene, este ca totul se petrece ca si cum nu s-ar intampla nimic... Priveste in jurul tau! Toti vorbesc ceea ce n-ar trebui sa vorbeasca si fac ceea ce n-ar voi sa faca. Toti ar avea altceva de spus si mai ales altcuiva de spus... Iar toti gasesc natural sa se mistifice reciproc, si bineinteles inaintea tuturor, sa se mistifice pe sine...
E de o mie de ori mia bine sa ai remuscari, decat sa mori cu regrete." Cezar Petrescu "Duminica orbului"

"Traim o viata in care nimic din ceea ce se intampla nu mai e cu semnifiactie simpla...
Totul trebuie sa corespunda, ca in vis, in alta situatie, faptele capata intelesuri noi, unele printr-altele. Cuvintele nu mai sunt semne, pentru ce e dincolo de ele." Camil Petrescu "Patul lui Procoust"

Un gand frumos

olguta2007 — Fri, 18 Sep 2009 15:15:48 UT

Cand Dumnezeu a facut femeia, deja era in a sasea zi de munca si facea ore suplimentare.
Atunci aparu un inger si-L intreba: “De ce iti pierzi atata timp cu asta?”
Si Domnul ii raspunse: “Ai vazut cartea tehnica? Trebuie sa fie lavabila in totalitate, dar san nu fie din plastic, sa aiba mai mult de 200 de piese si sa fie capabila sa functioneze fiind alimentata cu orice, chiar si cu resturi; in poala ei sa stea comozi pana la patru copii in acelasi timp, sa aiba un sarut care sa poata vindeca de la un genunchi julit pana la o inima ranita si sa faca totul numai cu doua maini.”
Ingerul sa minuna de cerinte..
“Cu doar doua maini… Imposibil. Si asta e doar modelul standard? E prea multa munca pentru o singura zi… Asteapta pana maine sa o termini.”
“Nu, n-am so las pe maine.” protesta Domnul.
“Sunt pe punctul de a termina aceasta create care este favorita inimii mele. Ea se vindeca singura cand este bolnava si poate munci pana la 18 ore pe zi.”
Ingerul se apropie si atinse femeia..
“Dar ai facut-o atat de delicata.”
“Este delicata, spuse Domnul, dar in acelasi timp atat de puternica… Nu-ti poti inchipui cat e de rezistenta si de ce reusite e in stare…”
“O sa fie in stare sa gandeasca?” intreba ingerul.
„Nu numai ca o sa fie capabila sa gandeasca, ci si sa negocieze.”
Atunci ingerul vazu ceva si, intinzand mana, atinse obrazul femeii...
„Doamne, mi se pare ca modelul asta pierde lichid! Ti-am spus ca incercai sa pui prea multe lucruri in ea.”
„N u pierde lichid, e o lacrima.” Il corecta Domnul
„Pentru ce e lacrima?” intreba ingerul
Si Domnul raspunse: „Lacrimele sunt felul ei de a-si axprima jalea, dragostea, singuratatea, trdarea, suferinta si orgoliul.”
Asta il misca pe inger. „Esti un geniu, Doamne, Te-ai gandit la toate. Femeia este intr-adevar minunata.”
”Este! Femeia are puteri ce-i unesc pe barbati:
Trece prin dificultati, face fata greutatilor, dar este fericita si indragostita.
Surade cand vea sa tipe. Canta cand vrea sa planga. Plange cand e fericita si rade cand e nervoasa.
Lupta pentru a-si apara valorile.
Infrunta nedreptatile.
Nu accepta un „nu” ca raspuns daca ea crede ca exista o solutie mai buna.
Isi rupe de la gura pentru ca familia ei sa aiba.
Merge la medic cu o prietena careia ii este frica sa mearga singura.
Iubeste fara sa ceara nimic in schimb.
Plange cand fiii ei reusesc in viata si se bucura cand prietenii obtin premii. Este fericita cand aude de o nunta sau de nasterea unui copil.
I se frange inima cand moare un prieten.
Sufera cand pierde pe cineva drag.
In schimb se dovedeste a fi puternica atunci cand crezi ca a epuizat toate fortele.
Stie ca poate vindeca suferinta cu un sarut si o imbratisare.
Si totusi femeia are un defect:
Nu stie care este adevarata ei valoare...”
Trimitr acest mesaj prietenelor tale pentru a le aminti cat sunt de minunate...
...dar si barbatilor pe care ii cunosti, pentru ca uneori trebuie sa le amintim.

Scratch the pitch

olguta2007 — Thu, 10 Sep 2009 11:07:37 UT

The lines fade away, they disappear
The color of your lips wants to move on.
So now the one you're looking for
Is the one without a soul
No soul, no soul, no soul
I need no reasons to feel your wave inside
So hold on, the only thing you have to know
Is I see your make-up.
If pain and mania show us what we are,
I draw your skin and push you way to far,
Cause tonight I'm the one you're looking for,
One more time feeding your soul
No soul, no soul, no soul
Between the devil and the deep blue sea
We fly cause there in the sand of the shore's
Laying your fear.
Scratch the pitch and fool me around
The time's gone and no,
Don't forget where you are coming from;
Hide your make-up...

Fara titlu

olguta2007 — Tue, 01 Sep 2009 20:40:10 UT

"Cand tremurandu-si jalea si sfiala, un cant pribeag imbratiseaza firea si-un trandafir crescut in umbra moare, si soare nu-i sa-i planga risipirea, eu plang atunci caci tu-mi rasari in zare...
Mergi pe drumurile tale. Te incarci de munca. Ai depus o sarcina si iei pe umeri o alta. Aduni carti. Cunosti mii de oameni, dar nu toti te vor insoti. Pierzi pe unii pe drum si-i regasesti dupa decenii, pentru a masura impreuna timpul trecut. Ai avut, fara sa stii, un prieten sau un dusman...
Implineste-ti munca vietii tale, fractionata in sarcina fiecarei zile. Ajuta-ti prietenul nenorocit. Marturiseste pentru nevinovat. Sprijina pe cal slab si nu uita ce grele sunt inceputurile din viata. Fa ce poti pentru ca lumea sa devina mai dreapta.
Iar dac-un vant de nebunie peste viata ta pustie se-abate pentru tot deauna, in noaptea care te-nspaimanta priveste stelele si luna surazator-si canta."

Dear lie

olguta2007 — Fri, 28 Aug 2009 22:42:09 UT

You suck, you said you could fix anything. Instead I'm fucked you made things even worse for me.
If I had balls I'd tell you "Get away from me!". Guess I'm not smart, let you under me, I let you control me, afraid the truth would hurt me, but it's you that hurts me more.
Dear lie you're done! You think you've won, misread my vulnerability.
I've got your vows now get the hell away from me!
I've learned your art, won't let you unnerve me, won't let you control me, the truth will only free me and your lies won't hurt no more.
Get out of my mouth!
Get out of my head!
Get out of my mind!
Stop putting words in my mouth!
Get out of my heart, you're nothing but trouble.
Get out of my life!

continuare...

olguta2007 — Fri, 19 Jun 2009 14:10:04 UT

We spend a lot of time focused on the future, planning it, working toward it but at some point you start to realize your life is happening now, not after school, right now, this is it,it's here, blink and you'll miss it.
Did you say it? I love you... I don't ever want to live without you... you've changed my life...did you say it?!
Make a plan. Set a goal. Work toward it. But every now and then, look around you. Drink it in. Because this is it! It might all be gone tomorrow ...

Life...

olguta2007 — Wed, 17 Jun 2009 23:09:10 UT

So much to say and so little time...
When something begins, you generally have no idea how it's going to end. The person you love breaks your heart in so many pieces that you can't put it back together. The cuts on your wrists that started out as a hobby become a suicidal attempt in your family's eyes. And the tiny baby you held in your arms for the first time becomes the love of your life. We spend our whole life worrying about the future, planing for the future, trying to predict the future as if figuring it out will, somehow,cushion the blow. But the future is always changing. The future is the home of our deepest fears and our wildest hopes. But one thing is certain,when it finally reveals itself the future is never the way we imagined it.
To be continued...