tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2069926958061175692024-03-06T22:00:46.048+02:00Gray-FieldsSilviahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18159834098823892064noreply@blogger.comBlogger428125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206992695806117569.post-29175739111838531632019-10-05T00:33:00.000+03:002019-10-05T00:39:51.760+03:00Into the air, submerged<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The ocean rises.<br />
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"And though your legs and arms may tire and your thoughts drift to those of sleeping beneath...
The physiological fact remains, while there is breath in your lungs, you will float."<br />
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<br />Silviahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18159834098823892064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206992695806117569.post-78646278360246463682017-04-03T21:51:00.000+03:002017-04-03T21:51:54.477+03:00Aprilie nouStrada lungă întinsă deasupra ferestrei și nu știu dacă îți amintești dar pe când aveai mai puțin de 6 luni, tot despre primăverile ca asta povesteam. Mi-am schimbat atât de mult viața...<br />
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And you think I would not know when the night takes over the streets.<br />
That I would not feel when the cold crushes the layer of ice of another.<br />
And I would not speak when the truth would be revealed...<br />
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So I ask you this my darling...what runs underneath?Silviahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18159834098823892064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206992695806117569.post-65772434257727970022016-12-13T22:23:00.000+02:002016-12-13T22:25:56.100+02:00The title<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Jr1P4FqSuRs" width="480"></iframe><br />
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Places we are, people we miss. Tickets we never buy somehow denying to ask ourselves why.<br />
I guess this is how we end the endless. Oh, you remember our teritory.Silviahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18159834098823892064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206992695806117569.post-45336001631658563732016-11-29T22:30:00.003+02:002016-11-29T22:30:53.429+02:00Goodbye<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/PEcv1q0gyMQ" width="459"></iframe><br />
<br />I'm searching behind old lines looking for a new me.<br />
I think I'm already done with youth, but still it comes back refreshing past memories.<br />I guess I could have been great.<br />Silviahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18159834098823892064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206992695806117569.post-40267711292239646452016-08-18T00:49:00.000+03:002016-08-18T00:49:42.012+03:00Two out of threeI want to be better than the last me.<br />
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Natura mea, să găsesc concordanță în ceea ce alții găsesc imposibil. Iar uneori mi-e teamă chiar și mie că mă înving propriile dorințe.<br />
<br />Cât de departe ar ajunge călătoria, nu-i nimic mai frumos ca dimineața noastră pe continentul temperat. Și mergem înainte cu alt paragraf care nu explică decât deficiențe.<br />
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<br />Silviahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18159834098823892064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206992695806117569.post-18813245587537562532016-06-13T23:36:00.000+03:002016-06-13T23:36:22.558+03:00Din urmă, foarteȘi dealurile care nu-s munți înalță umbre semețe dincolo de apus.<br />
<br />Și morminte de nedeslușit.<br />
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În sunetul de vioară ce răsună spre sfârșit stau ferestrele scăldate în ritmuri pasagere.<br />Mi se pare că urmele noastre au căzut în fireasca lor căutare a unei lumi care se lasă cu greu scrisă.Silviahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18159834098823892064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206992695806117569.post-57191536256416108642016-05-08T00:42:00.001+03:002016-05-08T00:43:50.057+03:00Do right by yourself<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/F8wqmh3KybI" width="480"></iframe><br />
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If you feel like you're about to turn things around it's more likely that you're recovering.<br />
So this is you... here, where you're right now, trying to make the best of it.<br />
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Așa că ascultă piesa mută a voinței ce-a murit pe marginea de asfalt întotdeauna ucisă de soarele absent. Am stabilit că nu mai facem din adulți păpuși și nici din amintiri vise.<br />
Deși pare îmbietor când plonjezi în lichid.<br />
Ar fi bine să nu îmbătrânim atât de tare cum orânduiește lumea. Pentru că lumea e veche și lipsită de spațiu. Și dacă ai un creier mai mare... Ei bine...Silviahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18159834098823892064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206992695806117569.post-9612898317052843852016-04-08T00:12:00.002+03:002016-04-08T00:12:48.183+03:00On a shore<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/b-PglPc0E7A" width="459"></iframe><br />
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Nu-s copaci mai goi ca vara. Si iarna noastra de-ar trai... I keep it all insideSilviahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18159834098823892064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206992695806117569.post-57409764407886131662016-04-05T23:08:00.003+03:002016-04-05T23:08:59.242+03:00Cinci din patru<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/tjrO3d4TdS4" width="459"></iframe><br />
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before and after they cut your wings..Silviahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18159834098823892064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206992695806117569.post-68631417782194128112016-03-30T23:12:00.002+03:002016-03-30T23:14:29.297+03:00Cupa-si-neant<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/LSpgBv6EtyQ" width="480"></iframe><br />
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Sometimes I miss the night<br />
<br />Silviahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18159834098823892064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206992695806117569.post-90027176105437499262016-02-01T22:41:00.000+02:002016-02-01T22:41:33.357+02:00Omul cu pălărieȘi i-am spus că dacă moare trece în următoarea viață în care toți cei dragi au să-i fie necunoscuți, că putea s-o ia de a capăt. Chipul i s-a întunecat. Părea să fi înțeles că mai făcuse asta de zeci de ori și n-avea de ce să conteze tocmai acum... Și totuși, de ce urmăream eu să curm toate astea?Silviahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18159834098823892064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206992695806117569.post-53031265326723128892016-01-26T00:54:00.001+02:002016-01-26T00:54:32.848+02:00VizităI-am scris despre noi, cu sângele lor cald... Cum că nici o mână palidă putea să ne descânte. Eram vechi cununați, mai înainte ca lumea să se scufunde. <br />
De-aș mai avea un strop să pot să pun la loc.Silviahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18159834098823892064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206992695806117569.post-34833331690225661562016-01-16T00:04:00.003+02:002016-01-16T00:04:45.763+02:00NopțiNu mai sunt pagini, dar se deschide o prăpastie de cuvinte nescrise și dedesubtul e abis.<br /><br />
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<br />Silviahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18159834098823892064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206992695806117569.post-88421716803629896052015-12-07T23:16:00.000+02:002015-12-07T23:16:09.644+02:00winter scenery<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/zIULEgzRzgg" width="459"></iframe><br />
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<br />Silviahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18159834098823892064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206992695806117569.post-23421371979293169672015-10-06T23:38:00.003+03:002015-10-06T23:38:39.013+03:006Pentru zile mai putin bune, sperand sa nu fie multe :)), am scris azi doua cuvinte desi o explozie de lumina s-a asternut peste gandurile mele. Renasc in timp ce altora le mor povestile banale de vara.<br />
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A mai trecut o varaSilviahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18159834098823892064noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206992695806117569.post-47515112907951985072015-06-11T22:23:00.001+03:002015-06-11T22:26:26.279+03:00Heat<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DsWdoyNmIIA">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DsWdoyNmIIA</a><br />
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it was this song that screamed every night he went to sleep and his palms were sweaty, his eyes were living into this abyss, the voice that could not fade...<br />
the theme that could not be erased, the love that was never shared<br />
so he went and killed whatever it was left of itSilviahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18159834098823892064noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206992695806117569.post-67410230491485238662015-06-09T00:16:00.002+03:002015-06-09T00:16:46.889+03:00Labelsnobody's gonna save me<br />
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so someone asked me how was my day and I said "well, you know...I've got better nightmares."<br />
but that is not the case right here, I was screwed before we startSilviahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18159834098823892064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206992695806117569.post-89976648509520767752015-05-27T23:00:00.001+03:002015-05-27T23:00:34.463+03:00Words to ghosts<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/wdIVP0ZjBv4" width="480"></iframe><br />
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Cerul nopților de vară se pierde printre nori deaupra capului meu si freamătul copacilor de pe stradă îmi cântă prin păr. Îmi vine în minte ceața dimineților de acolo. Când ne spargem dorințele o facem precum valurile de țărm. No words, just music.Silviahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18159834098823892064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206992695806117569.post-28634645991777651902015-05-27T00:05:00.001+03:002015-05-27T00:06:42.411+03:00SweetHere I am, where I don't want to be<br />
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<br />Silviahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18159834098823892064noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206992695806117569.post-10677058916319204112015-04-15T00:31:00.000+03:002015-04-15T00:41:19.778+03:00No changes madeAs days went by I became this silent person inside, but the problem was not the silence or the smell of bitterness. It was the "me" that I missed when I looked in the mirror and couldn't bring back.<br />
To write a tale with short simple words...<br />
I was always old in my young years and I grew to become younger as others burried themselves in responsibilities.<br />
I think I like a good routine, except this wasn't nothing more than a sheep to wreck.<br />
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