Posted: Iulie 23, 2010 in 2010

Of cacat, merg la mare maine! Da, lumea zice „Mama frate, te duci la mare, bucura’te ca o sa vezi fete in sutien =p~” da fix. Imi va lipsi Brasovul! Acel soare arzator de deasupra cauciucurilor mele, acele seturi de scari de sub cauciucurile mele :)) si mai ales iarba! Iarba pe care o impart cu cineva special.

Cineva care ma face fericit.

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?


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


Posted: Iulie 19, 2010 in 2010, Serk
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.