Totul a inceput dintr-o simpla intamplare...nu si-ar fi inchipuit k vor ajunge s fie vreodata impreuna...dar s-a intamplat...se qnosteau d ktiva ani fara s fie intre ei cv mai mult dekt amicitzie...poate k a durat destul d mult pana k ei sa-si dea seama k s iubesk...dn ziua in kre s-au hotarat s fie impreuna...nu a mai existat zi s nu s vada...era asa d frmuos...armonie dragoste....credeau k nimeni si nimik nu le-ar putea strik fericirea...pakt k exista lumea asa de invidioasa...multe intrigi, vorbe de tot felul...rautati...in faceau s s certe dn c in c mai des...dn foql c aredea in sufletele lor...incet incet l fiekre cearta ramanea o urama d cenusa...Zilele...park treceau mai greu...s vedeaudn c in ce mai rar...certurile continuau...in schimb dragostea ramase l fel...ea ar fi faqt orice pt a inceta aceasta pasa proasta a relatziei...si s-a hotarat s vb q el... -Iubitule... ce va mai ramane dn dragostea noastra sak l fiekre pas exista o knteie?...Te rog spune-mi k ink ma iubeshty s niciodata nu o s pleci de lnga mn orice s-ar intampla...q fiekre vorba el o ranea mai mult...simtea k nu o mai iubeste k l inceput...cv s intamplase...si at ea a hotarat s puna kpat relatziei...i-a trimis un mesaj scris printre lacrimi...''Cu sufletul ranit...inima sfasiata...lumea s naruie peste mn...nu pot s inteleg qm s-a ajuns pana aici...ne iubeam atat d mult...d l c a pornit totul?...Mai bn punem kpat aici dekt s mai suferim in continuare...Te iubesc si nu o s t pot uita niciodata, si dak voi fi nevoita s mor, voi lua q mn in mormant dragostea c ti-o port...si dak intr-o zi vei vrea sa-ti amintesti d mn, cauta-ma... ADIO!!!''Dp acest mesaj dureros...astepta un rasp dn partea lui...orikre ar fi fost....se faqse deja 3 dimineatza...nu primise nici un rasp...isi pune kpul p perna si inceark s doarma...D dimineatza s trezeste si s uita direct l telefon...insa nu avea nici un rasp...totul ii parea confuz... de fapt el oare chiar asta vroia? ZILELE treceau...ea nu mai mank nu mai vb q nimeni...in una dn zile a vrut s iasa in parql und s vedeau ei zi d zi, in sperantza k poate il va intalni...asa a si fost...el statea pe bank lor, s-a dus spre el, l-a strans in bratze, l-a sarutat...dar el vazandu-si prietenii...a inpins-o si a plekt q ei...ea a ramas p jos plangand si-a jurat k n-o sa-l mai kute niciodata... Pe drum, trece p langa un lac, und si-au jurat iubire prima data...statea p pod...plangea isi amintea tot c a fost fumos...a arunkt simbolul dragostei lor...verigheta...apoi...simtzind dn nou indiferentza lui......si-a dat seama k veatza fara el nu mai are rost....si s-a arunkt in gol d p pod...luandu-si viatza...poate intamplarea a faqt k el s fie in apropriere si s o vada...a sarit dp ea...dar nu a mai gasit-o...lacul era foarte adanc...a iesit a fugit dp ajutor...dar a fost in zadar...knd au scos.o era deja moarta...era trist...a luat-o in bratze...a urlat spre cer...''''TE IUBESK!!!!!!dc ai faqt asta???''S-a faqt seara, ea statea in sicriu imbrakta intr-o rochie d mireasa superba...el era imbrakt in ginere...statea aplekt peste sicriul fetei sarutand-o p frunte si soptindu-i l ureche kt d mult o iubeshte s kt d rau ii pare k a asqltat d prietenii lui...''Doamne!!! ce-a fost in kpul meu...dc nu miam asqltat inima iuboto??? dc a trebuit s asqlt d altzii???...dc doamne...a trebuit s se intample o tragedie k sa-mi dau seama dc am pierdut???..era tot c aveam p lume..era sufletul meu buqria mea!!!!...c e viatza mea fara tn????...NIMIK...''La inmormantare, cel mai greu moment....toata lumea plangea....totul era o drama...el era pierdut...absent...nu vb..nu facea nici un gest dekt plangea si s uita in gol... toti... au plekt el a cerut s mai ramana un pic acolo langa mormant...a scris p copaql d langa mormant... ''Vom fi dn nou impreuna.....TE IUBESK!!!....''At a scos un qtit si si l-a infipt drept in inima....sangele qrgea siroaie....ultimele sale qvinte fiind...''N-m stiut s t pretzuies knd te-am avut langa mn''O alta drama moartea baiatului... l doar o zi dp inmormantarea fetei...familia baiatului a cerut insistent k el s fie inmormantat langa ea... Asa a si fost.... Dp 1 an cele doua familii se intalnesc pt a face parastasul celor doi....vorbele erau de prisos...dar un singur sfat au dat::::''Incerkti s apreciatzi p cnv knd il avetzi alaturi...kci dp aceea este aproape imposibil s mai reqperi fiintza iubita...chiar si dp moarte..!!!''
1-Trebuie sa iti zic un secret...citeste 5 2-Esti grabit?...citeste 8 3-Esti foarte curios, nu-i asa?..citeste 9 4-Deci e asa....cred k e mai bine sa citesti 16 5-Eu nu am curaj,asa k citeste 17 6-Mi-ar placea sa-ti povestesc,dar e mai bine sa citesti 16 7-Iti povestesc,dar...citeste 2 8-E asa de simplu...asa k citeste 4 9-Nu fii nervos,e simplu...citeste 18 10-Inka nu, dar citeste 19 11-Ai obosit? relaxeaza-te...citeste 13 12-Deci am zis k....citeste 3 13-Esti foarte aproape de a afla...citeste 20 14- super mf profil >:D
< :*:* 15-Esti nervos?...citeste 6 16-Tu ink nu ti-ai dat seama,asa-i?....citeste 12 17-Ah!!!Mi-e rusine....citeste 7 18-Nu stiu dak o sa intelegi....citeste 10 19-Citeste 11 cu calm si o sa stii... 20-Acuma iti povestesc..citeste 14 dar foarte incet:P
Enter to this web and listens the song THE BOHEMIA. Shisha Sound System// It is wonderful!. Bye friend Cambalache by Enrique Santos Discepolo
That the world was and it will be filth,
I already know...
In the year five hundred and six
and in the year two thousand too!
There always have been thieves,
traitors and victims of fraud,
happy and bitter people,
valuables and imitations
But, that the twentieth century
is a display
of insolent malice,
nobody can deny it anymore.
We lived sunk in a fuzz
and in the same mud
all well-worn...
Today it happens it is the same
to be decent or a traitor!
To be an ignorant, a genius, a pickpocket,
a generous person or a swindler!
All is the same! Nothing is better!
They are the same, an idiot ass
and a great professor!
There are no failing grades or merit valuations,
the immoral have caught up with us.
If one lives in a pose
and another, in his ambition, steals,
it's the same if it's a priest,
a mattress maker, a king of clubs,
a cad or a tramp.
What a lack of respect,
what a way to run over reason!
Anybody is a gentleman!
Anybody is a thief!
Mixed with Stavinsky, you have Don Bosco
and La Mignon
don Chicho and Napoleon,
Carnera and San Martin.
Like in the disrespectful window
of the bazaars,
life is mixed up,
and wounded by a sword without rivets
you can see a Bible crying
next to a water heater.
Twentieth century, bazaar
problematic and feverish!
If you don't cry you don't get fed
and if you don't steal you're a stupid.
Go ahead! Keep it up!
That there, in hell
we're gonna reunite.
Don't think anymore,
move out of the way.
Nobody seems to care
if you were born honest.
It's the same the one who works,
day and night like an ox,
than the one who lives from the others,
than the one that kills or heals
or than the one who lives outside the law. Caminito, neighborhood the Boca, Federal Capital Argentina The Bolson, Patagonia Argentina Hanging bridge of Santa Fe, my city Coastal of Santa Fe Twenty Love Poems: And a Song of Despair (Pablo Neruda)
Tonight I Can Write
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write, for example, "The night is starry
and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance."
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.
This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.
Thanks you for add me demonic!
You can listen a piece of my earth: tango. A kiss. Good-bye friend. Luck!! Greetings from the end of the world: Argentina
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Enter to this web and listens the song THE BOHEMIA. 
Cambalache by Enrique Santos Discepolo
That the world was and it will be filth,
I already know...
In the year five hundred and six
and in the year two thousand too!
There always have been thieves,
traitors and victims of fraud,
happy and bitter people,
valuables and imitations
But, that the twentieth century
is a display
of insolent malice,
nobody can deny it anymore.
We lived sunk in a fuzz
and in the same mud
all well-worn...
Today it happens it is the same
to be decent or a traitor!
To be an ignorant, a genius, a pickpocket,
a generous person or a swindler!
All is the same! Nothing is better!
They are the same, an idiot ass
and a great professor!
There are no failing grades or merit valuations,
the immoral have caught up with us.
If one lives in a pose
and another, in his ambition, steals,
it's the same if it's a priest,
a mattress maker, a king of clubs,
a cad or a tramp.
What a lack of respect,
what a way to run over reason!
Anybody is a gentleman!
Anybody is a thief!
Mixed with Stavinsky, you have Don Bosco
and La Mignon
don Chicho and Napoleon,
Carnera and San Martin.
Like in the disrespectful window
of the bazaars,
life is mixed up,
and wounded by a sword without rivets
you can see a Bible crying
next to a water heater.
Twentieth century, bazaar
problematic and feverish!
If you don't cry you don't get fed
and if you don't steal you're a stupid.
Go ahead! Keep it up!
That there, in hell
we're gonna reunite.
Don't think anymore,
move out of the way.
Nobody seems to care
if you were born honest.
It's the same the one who works,
day and night like an ox,
than the one who lives from the others,
than the one that kills or heals
or than the one who lives outside the law. Caminito, neighborhood the Boca, Federal Capital Argentina
The Bolson, Patagonia Argentina 
Hanging bridge of Santa Fe, my city 
Coastal of Santa Fe 
Twenty Love Poems: And a Song of Despair (Pablo Neruda)
Tonight I Can Write
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write, for example, "The night is starry
and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance."
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.
This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her. 
Greetings from the end of the world: Argentina
2-Esti grabit?...citeste 8
3-Esti foarte curios, nu-i asa?..citeste 9
4-Deci e asa....cred k e mai bine sa citesti 16
5-Eu nu am curaj,asa k citeste 17
6-Mi-ar placea sa-ti povestesc,dar e mai bine sa citesti 16
7-Iti povestesc,dar...citeste 2
8-E asa de simplu...asa k citeste 4
9-Nu fii nervos,e simplu...citeste 18
10-Inka nu, dar citeste 19
11-Ai obosit? relaxeaza-te...citeste 13
12-Deci am zis k....citeste 3
13-Esti foarte aproape de a afla...citeste 20
14- super mf profil >:D < :*:*
15-Esti nervos?...citeste 6
16-Tu ink nu ti-ai dat seama,asa-i?....citeste 12
17-Ah!!!Mi-e rusine....citeste 7
18-Nu stiu dak o sa intelegi....citeste 10
19-Citeste 11 cu calm si o sa stii...
20-Acuma iti povestesc..citeste 14 dar foarte incet:P