moartea pe chat

Stateam la computer. Aud deodata o bataie in usa. Cat se poate de clar: "Cioc-cioc!". La doua dimineata? Ciudat... Raman locului. Si atunci, usa se intredeschide usurel si intra cineva intr-un vesmant larg. Si cu o coasa.
- Cine esti? intreb eu, la inceput cam pierit.
- Moartea, imi raspunde cu glas coborat.
E jenata.
- D-d-de ce?
Sta in picioare, se muta de pe un picior pe altul. Isi invarte coasa in maini.
- Uite-asa, spune ea. Treceam prin preajma si am intrat... Dar ce-i? Te pomenesti ca-ti pare rau?
- A, nu, raspund eu, prinzand putin curaj. De unde ai scos-o si pe-asta? Intra. Vrei un ceai?
Ea ridica timid din umerasii ei micuti. E jenata. Se asaza totusi pe un colt de scaun. Eu ma duc dupa ceai. Doar apa trebuie sa fiarba, nu-i asa. Si trebuie sa pun si zahar. Nu i-l pot servi fara zahar, totusi...
Revin in camera. Moartea se asezase la computer si clapaia cu degetele pe tastatura. Incet. Iti dai seama imediat ca nu prea le are cu computerul.
- Ce faci? o intreb.
- Intru pe chat..., raspunde ea cu un aer satisfacut.
Ma rog, duca-se naibii. N-are decat sa intre pe chat. Ce, imi pare rau? Doar nu-s vreun chitros.
Ma asez alaturi, ma uit pe ecran. Moartea si-a dat pe chat numele Nasty. Scrie toate tampeniile. Trimite salutari. Trimite ferestre cu "Smileys". Si-a insusit, in linii mari, instructiunile.
Apoi am baut ceai. Cu turta dulce, daca tot veni vorba. Doar nu-s vreun zgarciob. Nu ma calicesc eu cu Moartea. Las' sa manance si ea. Asa... Am baut ceaiul, si ea s-a pregatit de plecare.
- Plec, zice. Am treaba. Ma-ntelegi.
- Bineinteles, o aprob eu. Afacerile-s afaceri. Sa mai treci pe la mine.
- Neaparat!
Si zambeste. Se vede treaba ca i-am placut. In general, sunt un baiat bun. Oamenii ma plac.
A plecat. Iar eu am intrat pe chat. S-or fi saturat ceilalti sa astepte. Intru - nimeni. Adica e cate ceva, dar se vede ca sunt discutiile de dinainte. Nu s-au reinnoit. Ultimul mesaj e asta: "Ce-i, cretinilor, vi s-a urat de frecangeala?", trimis sub numele Nasty. Parca am mai vazut undeva nick-ul asta... Bun, gata. Intru sa-mi verific mail-urile.

Fragmente din volumul Votca-Cola, de Irina Denejkina, traducere din limba rusa de Denisa Fejes

de pe mess adunate

liberteen (5/3/2008 11:15:53 PM): SUNT ALFA SI OMEGA
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:15:57 PM): ca te traznesc acuma
Donnie Darko (5/3/2008 11:16:23 PM): cu tine nu se poate discuta,gayule
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:18:02 PM): ba da
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:18:03 PM): ce vrei sa vb?
Donnie Darko (5/3/2008 11:18:45 PM): nimic
Donnie Darko (5/3/2008 11:18:50 PM): ca mai am putin si adorm
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:19:12 PM): iti spun o poveste?
Donnie Darko (5/3/2008 11:19:49 PM): nu mah
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:21:48 PM): a fost o data
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:21:55 PM): o printesa extraterestra pe nume Anka
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:22:06 PM): si statea ea intr-o cada cu bere
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:22:10 PM): lua un pai si incepu sa suga
Donnie Darko (5/3/2008 11:22:48 PM): continua
Donnie Darko (5/3/2008 11:22:52 PM): da' fara porcarii
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:23:29 PM): supse ea ce supse
Donnie Darko (5/3/2008 11:23:35 PM): bah!
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:23:36 PM): pana cand din gaura de scurgere iesi un deget
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:23:38 PM): stai fata
Donnie Darko (5/3/2008 11:23:42 PM): MAI USOR
Donnie Darko (5/3/2008 11:23:44 PM):
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:23:46 PM): apoi
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:23:51 PM): se dadu jos din cada speriata
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:24:02 PM): brusc cada se crapa
Donnie Darko (5/3/2008 11:25:44 PM): haide mah
Donnie Darko (5/3/2008 11:25:46 PM): mai zi
Donnie Darko (5/3/2008 11:25:51 PM): acuma o lasi in plop?
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:25:56 PM): ok
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:25:59 PM): din cada
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:26:02 PM): iesi un monstru
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:26:08 PM): avea un cap urias
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:26:11 PM): plin cu tepi
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:26:15 PM): de fapt 3 capete
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:26:31 PM): si din fiecare gura
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:26:35 PM): iesea o limba gelatinoasa
Donnie Darko (5/3/2008 11:26:40 PM): sexxxy
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:26:48 PM): si avea tentacule
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:26:50 PM): terminate cu degete
Donnie Darko (5/3/2008 11:26:56 PM): uoi
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:27:00 PM): el o stranse tare pe printesa extraterestra
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:27:01 PM): dar printesa
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:27:04 PM): putea vedea dincolo
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:27:13 PM): de masa informa si scarboasa care o strangea
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:27:16 PM): ea ii vedea sufletul
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:27:25 PM): asa ca incepu sa sarute limba gelatinoasa
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:27:28 PM): a capului din mijloc
Donnie Darko (5/3/2008 11:27:35 PM):
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:27:36 PM): monstrul o lasa din stransoare
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:27:44 PM): si se transforma intr-un pirat
Donnie Darko (5/3/2008 11:27:55 PM): asa mai merge!
Donnie Darko (5/3/2008 11:27:56 PM):
Donnie Darko (5/3/2008 11:30:20 PM): gata?
Donnie Darko (5/3/2008 11:30:22 PM): za end?
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:33:18 PM): asa
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:33:19 PM): piratul
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:33:22 PM): ii spuse
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:33:30 PM): " nobila printesa
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:33:42 PM): m-ai salvat din ghearele unui blestem vechi de o suta de ani
Donnie Darko (5/3/2008 11:33:44 PM): adica eu,mah?
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:33:46 PM): da
Donnie Darko (5/3/2008 11:33:50 PM):
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:34:02 PM): iti multumesc si iti sunt indatorat pe veci
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:34:08 PM): orice doresti iti voi da
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:34:12 PM): iar apoi printesa ceru....
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:34:14 PM): (zi tu)
Donnie Darko (5/3/2008 11:35:10 PM): pai...nu stiu...
Donnie Darko (5/3/2008 11:35:12 PM):
Donnie Darko (5/3/2008 11:35:16 PM): e povestea ta
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:35:21 PM): ok
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:35:23 PM): ea ii ceru
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:35:28 PM): o corabie
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:35:33 PM): plina cu navete de bere Stejar
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:35:38 PM): o statuie din aur masiv
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:35:40 PM): a Ancai
Donnie Darko (5/3/2008 11:35:42 PM): d'ala vechi!!!!!!!!!!\
Donnie Darko (5/3/2008 11:35:45 PM): fara statuie mah!
Donnie Darko (5/3/2008 11:35:47 PM):
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:35:51 PM): ok
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:35:58 PM): si o arbaleta
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:35:59 PM): apoi
Donnie Darko (5/3/2008 11:36:05 PM):
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:36:06 PM): piratul batu din palme
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:36:15 PM): si Anca tinea in mana o arbaleta
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:36:26 PM): si se aflau pe o corabie pe un ocean calm si azuriu
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:36:30 PM): anca lua arbaleta
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:36:33 PM): si isi scoase un ochi
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:36:36 PM): ii spuse piratului
Donnie Darko (5/3/2008 11:36:39 PM):
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:36:46 PM): "acum suntem amandoi la fel
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:36:47 PM): "
Donnie Darko (5/3/2008 11:36:52 PM): )
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:36:56 PM): si se sarutara cu pasiune
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:37:02 PM): si avura copii piratei
Donnie Darko (5/3/2008 11:37:10 PM): ))
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:37:11 PM): si traira fericiti si beti
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:37:17 PM): pana li se innecara corabiile
Donnie Darko (5/3/2008 11:37:21 PM): ))
Donnie Darko (5/3/2008 11:37:26 PM): marfa
Donnie Darko (5/3/2008 11:37:39 PM): gata
Donnie Darko (5/3/2008 11:37:47 PM): acuma ma pot duce la culcare
Donnie Darko (5/3/2008 11:37:52 PM): mi-ai zis si poveste
Donnie Darko (5/3/2008 11:37:55 PM): merci
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:38:01 PM): cp
liberteen (5/3/2008 11:38:06 PM): noapte buna


mi s-o parut haioasa povestea ceasta si am zis ca n-ar fi rau s-o pun pi blog. penala,dar haioasa.

just a stranger on the bus

you know that song 'what if god was one of us'? well,i just heard it in a club and it reminded me of this thing. crowded bus,me and fiend. we were going to see a concert.this was a couple of years ago. we were being silly and laughing at anything when we see this weird old man. long beard and all. ragged cloths,a very big bagpack on his back with weird stuff in it. we were thinking 'taliban look'... well,guess what?! the guy was reading this little yellow-paged book in arabic. we were startled then we made some more jokes about the guy.no ill meanted,of course-just us being stupid kids.
soo,the traffic was really bad. and well,just 2 stops before we were supposed to get off the old man talks to us. the fun stoped,we were a bit... well...scared...thinking ''but what if he really is? ''(i know it was stupid to think that,but hey! that's what stupid kids do) the old man then took something from his backpack, it was a little bag and it contained something i've never seen since: ice sugar (zahar gheata).it looked like cristal.me and fiend were quite scared and we said 'no,thanks' but it was so stupid of us.
the old man had a really kind face and asked us again saying we're not gonna see that kind of thing any soon. so we took the candy . it was the best ever. after we got off we'd've loved to have some more and we felt really bad about ourselves and our stupid prejudices. and then it hit us. the song. what if god was one of us/ just a stranger on the bus/tryin' to make his way.
i'm as atheist as one can be,but really if god does exist,well he knows arabic and gives ice sugar to stupid girls on the bus...

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Cadavre de orase - G. Papini

printre lecturile mele de acum vreo 4 ani s-a numarat si cartea lui Papini 'Gog'. iata una din povestile lui Gog. una cel putin poetica.

''sunt aproape la sfarsitul unei calatorii prin lumea veche, in cautare de cadavre. un itinerar de ruine si necropole. in loc sa ma opresc in orasele vii, locuite de oameni vii, am fost in pelerinaj in toate orasele moarte, populate de umbre. in egipt, am lasat la o parte cairo si alexandria si-am vizitat heliopolis si teba; in asia, placandde la troia, am vizitat pergam, sardes, ancira, ierihon, apoi, inaintand in desert, fabulosul tadmor, cu o mie de coloane si, in sfarsit, ninive si persepolis - gramezi de daramaturi imperiale. apoi m-am intors in europa: in creta m-am invartit printre palatele dezgropate din cnossos si tirint; in grecia am remarcat resturile din elusis si delfi; in albania,cele de la burtrinto. in sfarsit, am ajuns in italia. in sicilia nu ma-m oprit decat la selinunta. cunosteam pompei, dar am vrut sa revad herculanum; m-am urcat pe stanca de la comae (deasupra pesterei sibilei) ai am ajusn pana la paestum, vechea posidonia. acum imi ramane sa vad, in nord, ostia, norba, vetulonia si populonia.
nu pot spune ca le-am vazut pe toate, dar desigur ca le-am vazut pe cele mai vestite. aceste schelete de piatra ale vechilor stuparii omenesti ma atrag infinit mai mult decat vulgarele metropole in care se ingramadesc hoiturile de maine. coloanele de piatra nu mai suporta arhidrave: ceru lse oglindeste in pavimentul templului. soarele s-a intors in cavouri si in cripte; casele sunt reduse la ziduri daramate; palatele si mormintele sunt goale de locuitori - peste tot cenusa, praf si liniste. pe pietrele desfacute ale strazilor nu mai trec puternici lumii , stapanii caselor si ai provinciilor, ci numai sapatori, arheologi, pelerini - servitori si amatori ai mortii. in odaile in care se radea si se iubea, ploaia cade acum in voie; in amfiteatre, soparlele si scorpionii se incalzesc la soare; in salile regilor isi fac cuiburi bufnitele si pupezele.
altora, aceste ramasite de grandoare, aceste capitale ale placerii si orgoliului, reduse la niste biete ziduri pline de iarba (whole lotta iarba:P), le inspira poate tristete. mie nu. placerea mea pentru distrugere si umilire este sarbatoreste satisfacuta in aceste labirinturi de ruine. in unele momente simt o bucurie orgolioasa, in mijlocul acestei destramari, eu sunt viu; in alte momente gust voluptatea injosirii: si orasele noastre vor deveni la fel cu acestea si mandria noastra va avea acelasi sfarsit. dar totdeauna, intr-un fel sau altul, sufletul meu iese din obisnuit: palmira m-a miscat mai mult decat londra.
orasele pustii sau dezgropate sunt incomparabil mai frumoase decat cele vii. imaginatia reconstruieste, completeaza si obtine un ansamblu mai gradios si mai perfect. pentru mine nu exista ceva in adevar minunat, decat ceea ce nu e sfarsit sau ce e aproape distrus. si mirosul mortii e un elixir puternic pentru cel ce stie ca va trebui sa moara.
in ziua in care am fost la paestum, cerul era acoperit de nori in furtuna. dar a fost de ajuns o singura raza de soare ca sa invieze templul lui neptun, cu puternicele sale coloane de culoarea mierii, roase de secole, dar teribil de vii, aproape ca niste trunchiuri de piatra iesite din pamant, ca sa revad intr-o clipa toata lumina si viata greciei. acea casa mare a unui zeu mort, asezata in mijlocul ierburilor si a crinilor de padure infloriti, mi s-a parut mai vie si mai stralucitoare decat natura. era acolo, aproape, o fata bruna foarte frumoasa, cu o basma rosie pe cap si cu doi ochi de inger de noapte - si parea, cum sedea langa templu, ca e insasi moartea.''

i was i kid who loved reading tales and escaping into imaginary worlds.and i still do.that is probably the reason why i enjoyed Harry Potter so much...
the deal is that there is a story that still fascinates me, although i don't think about it anymore. it's a really interesting,distinct story,as a matter of fact it's quite a weird one. but what really intrigues me is that i don't even know if i read this or... created it!
anyhow, here's what i can recall from the story,maybe there's someone out there who heard of it.
in a very powerful and grand kingdom there live a great and nice king with his wife, the queen. like in all the rest of the stories,they were all happy but something was missing.they couldn't have a child to whom to pass on the reign.
i don't remember how, but finally the queen had a baby boy.of course the prince wasn't like the rest because he was blue blooded...but there was more than just that-he didn't had a face.he didn't had a face of his own.yeah,i know it's freakish.the deal is that he was cursed or something.and he was to take the facial expression of those he either loved or hated.he took the face of those towards he had strong feelings.it was weird for the royal parents and for the ones at the palace and they had to be careful with the baby prince.
later on ,when he grew up, the people who knew him got used with seeing the prince sharing their faces like the face of his fencing teacher or the one of the queen or even the maid's face...
one day,when he was out hunting,the prince found a rabbit.he caught the animal and somehow he really liked the fluffy thing and his face changed into a bunny-like -one! his ears grew and got covered in white fur and same thing happened to his face. his eyes were the rabbit's eyes,his mouth and his teeth were the ones typical for a rabbit. i don't know by which circumstances, but the prince gets killed that day. and he dies with a bunny face...
and that's pretty much all i can remember.this is not quite the ending because i forgot the exact one.i'm not sure if it was the happy-typical one or a more tragical one, but nevermind.i might write it if anyone's interested...
this was the story of The Bunny-Faced Prince who was once without a face of his own but got one after he died,a bunny one.