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Rusu Unkle Fucker Vasile | vineri, 5 noiembrie 2010 | 0
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Lo! Death has reared himself a throne In a strange city lying alone Far down within the dim West, Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best Have gone to their eternal rest. There shrines and palaces and towers (Time-eaten towers that tremble not!) Resemble nothing that is ours. Around, by lifting winds forgot, Resignedly beneath the sky The melancholy waters lie.
No rays from the holy heaven come down On the long night-time of that town; But light from out the lurid sea Streams up the turrets silently- Gleams up the pinnacles far and free- Up domes- up spires- up kingly halls- Up fanes- up Babylon-like walls- Up shadowy long-forgotten bowers Of sculptured ivy and stone flowers- Up many and many a marvellous shrine Whose wreathed friezes intertwine The viol, the violet, and the vine. Resignedly beneath the sky The melancholy waters lie. So blend the turrets and shadows there That all seem pendulous in air, While from a proud tower in the town Death looks gigantically down.
There open fanes and gaping graves Yawn level with the luminous waves; But not the riches there that lie In each idol's diamond eye- Not the gaily-jewelled dead Tempt the waters from their bed; For no ripples curl, alas! Along that wilderness of glass- No swellings tell that winds may be Upon some far-off happier sea- No heavings hint that winds have been On seas less hideously serene.
But lo, a stir is in the air! The wave- there is a movement there! As if the towers had thrust aside, In slightly sinking, the dull tide- As if their tops had feebly given A void within the filmy Heaven. The waves have now a redder glow- The hours are breathing faint and low- And when, amid no earthly moans, Down, down that town shall settle hence, Hell, rising from a thousand thrones, Shall do it reverence.
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Rusu Unkle Fucker Vasile | marți, 3 august 2010 | 0
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Rusu Unkle Fucker Vasile | duminică, 11 iulie 2010 | 0
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E duminica dimineata si am capul cat casa....Pula mea,m-am trezit cu fata la perna.....Ma duc sa-mi fac o cafea,poate-mi trece.Pana atunci ,ceva chilleanu ca sa ne mai destindem...Over and out!By the way, imaginea n-are nicio legatura cu starea mea,mi-a placut mie ff. mult,asa ca am adaugat-o :)
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Rusu Unkle Fucker Vasile | joi, 1 iulie 2010 | 0
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E miercuri seara si ma destind ascultand un post de radio foare relaxant.Trag un film de pe torrente si incerc sa nu ma gandesc deloc la ce kkt se va intampla maine.Poate sa fie calamitate, razboi,pace.....etc....nik nu ma poate stresa in acest moment de relaxare totala.Imi torn un sweps si ma uit la bulele de CO2 cu se ridica lin la suprafata paharului...cat de lin...cat de relaxate...parca nici pe ele nu le deranjeaza nimic.Ma uit pe geam si vad cum pomii se misca usor in adierea vantului,fara nicio gara...nu mai ploua..parca nici pasarile nu mai ciripesc...pur si simplu e o stare de bine general.De ce n-ar fi tot timpul asa?Pentru c-ar fi monoton?pentru c-ar fi trist?pentru c-ar fi banal?Eu unul m-as multumi fara sa mai stau pe ganduri....fara alte dureri de cap. Nici macar Busu care prezinta vremea in acest moment,nu ma poate deranja,desi este unul dintre cela mai antipatice personaje de televiziune care a existat vreodata pe fata planetei.A inceput sa-mi placa si clima asta tropicala,dimineatza ploua cu soare,dupa-amiaza ploua putin si este cald iar seara bate vantul usor si din cand in cand mai ploua putin.Foarte tare...cred ca sunt unul dintre putinele personaje obscure din metropola asta careia ii place astfel de anotimp.Whatever...ziceam si eu asa....Gata,m-am relaxat atat de mult incat mi-e lene sa mai scriu pe blog....cine stie,poate mai tarziu...pana atuci-Vasile out!
