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Pounding hearts.

Posted: August 26, 2010 in 2010, Serk

Wake her up in the ocean of happiness
With the usual morning phone call.
Listen to her shouting at her parents,
But at the same time whispering: „Hold on.
I love you”. It’s like a dream.
Her hand in my hand, feeling her pulse,
Her love in any situation. Even if Jim Beam
Got me on board and makes me curse,
She tightly wakes me up from the hangover
With an inocent kiss on my huge beloved neck.
She hugs me and I feel her heart rolling over
My entire chest, and then I start feeling like a jerk.
She really cares about my situation.
She is ready to do things she doesn’t like
Just to satisfy me. But I follow a direction.
And I love her even more than my bike.
Many times I don’t act like loving her,
So she doesn’t even imagine how much
I love her.

Ride time.

Posted: August 20, 2010 in 2010, Serk

O zi calduroasa de vara urmata de plecarea la tara, adica o pauza indelungata in ale bicicletei.  Multumim lui Beatrix pentru partea foto :).

Enjoy! :).

Jamaicanul ionizat

Posted: August 18, 2010 in 2010, Serk

Mancand cereale in autobuzul de la ora opt

Morcovul naravas scuipa un tapet pe strada

Spargand rotile feribotului cu lanterna tunsa lung.

Melcul face tura de noapte pe faleza cu parchet in patratele

Sperand la inca o tura de biscuiti din PVC pe masa de biliard

Pe cand Osama bin Laden conducea beat cu 25 la ora

Facandu’si machiajul in Baia Mare langa vama albaneza

Zbura un cioc de ciocanitoare ciocnita intre paharele de whisky

Desenand un copac infrunzit de palarii trecute prin spalatoria auto.

Caci D’Artagnan se masturba in timpului razboiului civil

Purtand cu el o pereche de paduchi pe post de radio

Iar taxiul albastru parcat in fata hotelului, am uitat,

Sorbea cu dezgust din lopetile cu rinichi de broasca

Tinand un discurs maiestuos in mana dreapta a stomacului

Prajit pe tigaia solara cu ulei de puţa bleaga

Si apoi condus in eroare de un crevete beat cu viteza usturoiului.

Din fundul curului orificiului anal al marului de aur atarna

O friptura de pepeni verzi tociti de asfaltul laminat

Mancand fasii de benzi desenate vandute cu pret nepretuit

Apucand feliile cu degetele manii de ajutor donate la ospiciu

Aruncand aruncarea de priviri la o aruncatura de baţ

Si tragandu’si’o inapoi cu o tarfa cu yoyo inclus

Ascultand soaptele soarecelui fiert in ciorba de flori infloritoare

Strigand cu indrazneala in noaptea beznei de intuneric negru

O veste vestita de vestitorii cu veste in spate

Prin iglurile africanilor rasuna „Serk e bazat”.

Iar plec.

Posted: August 5, 2010 in 2010, Serk
Doamne, nici nu am reusit bine sa-mi instalez fundul pe scaunul calculatorului ca deja trebuie sa plec, IAR. Si inca unde, la tara! 2 saptamani alaturi de bunici si fara Georgiana :(. Crima!
Dar totusi imi sta bine cu palaria de taran :D.

Furtuna a trecut!

Posted: Iulie 20, 2010 in 2010, Serk

A plouat urat de tot zilele astea. Dar ce il poate impiedica pe Serk de la a se da?

Nimic!

Saraca Georgiana, a fost chinuita pana la limita de indata ce ploaia a incetat.

Sentimentalism.

Posted: Iulie 19, 2010 in 2010, Serk
Etichete:
You’re like a fairytale:
Beautiful and endless.
I’m just a nightmare:
Fast-passing and shameless.
But when I hear your voice
Speeding through the woods
I recognize the voice
Which comes and heals my wounds.
I’m sometimes such a jerk.
My hearts still makes Boom-Boom!
‘Cause you’re the hotel clerk
Who helps me find my room.
If I could runaway
And got an only chance
I’d definitely delay,
To go to see you dance.
I hear your steps behind.
I feel your lovely hands.
I see your fingers tied
Up on my big fat legs.
Your lips touching my neck,
Your hair brushing my ear,
Your hand across my back:
From now I feel no fear.
You’re taking out my clothes
And kissing all my chest.
Now I can feel you close
To my soul’s flying fest.

Acuma pţm.