Dans

vreau si eu sa dansez asa. am incercat, dar nu pot :(

sange

azi s-a scurs sange nevinovat. sange din sangele meu. a fost pentru prima data cand mi s-a luat sange din vena. sper sa mi-l dea inapoi, altfel nu voi mai fi eu.

o sa te strang in brate pana-ti rup oasele.
pe urma o sa-ti extrag scheletul cu grija, fara sa-ti deranjez carnea.
(da, carnea ta alba de pui. sau de peste. sau de pui si de peste impreuna.)
pe urma o sa astept la fel cum astepti si tu.
nu o sa te asamblez la loc.
o sa te las sa te gandesti.
peste un timp o sa te iau cu mine.
dar sa nu te superi daca va trebui sa renunti la schelet.
carnea poti s-o pastrezi.
oricum se impute.

Joan Baez - Diamonds and Rust

azi am traversat parcul morarilor. era seara si ceata multa. nu se vedea la 10 metri. liniste deplina si cativa cacatei de caine. se auzeau niste chitare, foarte clar, de parca vibra aerul. erau doi duzi pe o banca cu chitarele in brate( duzi nu inseamna copaci. asa le spune vizireanu baietilor si m-am molipsit). ciudat dar misto.

acum ascultati aici, ca nu gasiti asa ceva la tot pasu'.

Johnny Cash - God's Gonna Cut You Down

atat

Bliss - Wish You Were Here

Am gasit melodia asta intamplator, intr-un folder cu chillout, in care se mai afla si Vanghelis- Ask the Mountains. Nu o mai ascultasem de mult timp. Ce surpriza placuta!
Pozele din clip sunt cam emo, dar le puteti trece cu vederea.

Nevoia de viteza

eu am ras

Subliminal shit

Shut da fuck up!

Nico Market

daca intrati aici o sa vedeti o campanie anti-fumat foarte bine realizata. Nu vreau sa va lasati de fumat, ci doar sa vedeti originalitatea si maiestria cu care au fost realizate spoturile.

Immortal Technique - The Poverty of Philosophy

Most of my Latino and black people who are struggling to get food, clothes and shelter in the hood are so concerned with that, that philosophising about freedom and socialist democracy is usually unfortunately beyond their rationale. They don't realize that America can't exist without separating them from their identity, because if we had some sense of who we really are, there's no way in hell we'd allow this country to push it's genocidal consensus on our homelands. This ignorance exists, but it can be destroyed.

Nigga talk about change and working within the system to achieve that. The problem with always being a conformist is that when you try to change the system from within, it's not you who changes the system; it's the system that will eventually change you. There is usually nothing wrong with compromise in a situation, but compromising yourself in a situation is another story completely, and I have seen this happen long enough in the few years that I've been alive to know that it's a serious problem. Latino America is a huge colony of countries whose presidents are cowards in the face of economic imperialism. You see, third world countries are rich places, abundant in resources, and many of these countries have the capacity to feed their starving people and the children we always see digging for food in trash on commercials. But plutocracies, in other words a government run by the rich such as this one and traditionally oppressive European states, force the third world into buying overpriced, unnecessary goods while exporting huge portions of their natural resources.

I'm quite sure that people will look upon my attitude and sentiments and look for hypocrisy and hatred in my words. My revolution is born out of love for my people, not hatred for others.

You see, most of Latinos are here because of the great inflation that was caused by American companies in Latin America. Aside from that, many are seeking a life away from the puppet democracies that were funded by the United States; places like El Salvador, Guatemala, Peru, Columbia, Nicaragua, Ecuador and Republica Dominicana, and not just Spanish-speaking countries either, but Haiti and Jamaica as well.

As different as we have been taught to look at each other by colonial society, we are in the same struggle and until we realize that, we'll be fighting for scraps from the table of a system that has kept us subservient instead of being self-determined. And that's why we have no control over when the embargo will stop in Cuba, or when the bombs will stop dropping in Vieques.

But you see, here in America the attitude that is fed to us is that outside of America there live lesser people. "Fuck them, let them fend for themselves." No, Fuck you, they are you. No matter how much you want to dye your hair blonde and put fake eyes in, or follow an anorexic standard of beauty, or no matter how many diamonds you buy from people who exploit your own brutally to get them, no matter what kind of car you drive or what kind of fancy clothes you put on, you will never be them. They're always gonna look at you as nothing but a little monkey. I'd rather be proud of what I am, rather than desperately trying to be something I'm really not, just to fit in. And whether we want to accept it or not, that's what this culture or lack of culture is feeding us.

I want a better life for my family and for my children, but it doesn't have to be at the expense of millions of lives in my homeland. We're given the idea that if we didn't have these people to exploit then America wouldn't be rich enough to let us have these little petty material things in our lives and basic standards of living. No, that's wrong. It's the business giants and the government officials who make all the real money. We have whatever they kick down to us. My enemy is not the average white man, it's not the kid down the block or the kids I see on the street; my enemy is the white man I don't see: the people in the white house, the corporate monopoly owners, fake liberal politicians those are my enemies. The generals of the armies that are mostly conservatives those are the real Mother-Fuckers that I need to bring it to, not the poor, broke country-ass soldier that's too stupid to know shit about the way things are set up.

In fact, I have more in common with most working and middle-class white people than I do with most rich black and Latino people. As much as racism bleeds America, we need to understand that classism is the real issue. Many of us are in the same boat and it's sinking, while these bougie Mother-Fuckers ride on a luxury liner, and as long as we keep fighting over kicking people out of the little boat we're all in, we're gonna miss an opportunity to gain a better standard of living as a whole.

In other words, I don't want to escape the plantation I want to come back, free all my people, hang the Mother-Fucker that kept me there and burn the house to the god damn ground. I want to take over the encomienda and give it back to the people who work the land.

You cannot change the past but you can make the future, and anyone who tells you different is a Fucking lethargic devil. I don't look at a few token Latinos and black people in the public eye as some type of achievement for my people as a whole. Most of those successful individuals are sell-outs and house Negros.

But, I don't consider brothers a sell-out if they move out of the ghetto. Poverty has nothing to do with our people. It's not in our culture to be poor. That's only been the last 500 years of our history; look at the last 2000 years of our existence and what we brought to the world in terms of science, mathematics, agriculture and forms of government. You know the idea of a confederation of provinces where one federal government controls the states? The Europeans who came to this country stole that idea from the Iroquois lead. The idea of impeaching a ruler comes from an Aztec tradition. That's why Montezuma was stoned to death by his own people 'cause he represented the agenda of white Spaniards once he was captured, not the Aztec people who would become Mexicans.

So in conclusion, I'm not gonna vote for anybody just 'cause they black or Latino they have to truly represent the community and represent what's good for all of us proletariat.

Porque sino entonces te mando por el carajo cabron gusano hijo de puta, seramos libre pronto, viva la revolucion, VIVA LA REVOLUCION!

Din preputzul intelepciunii

In tara poetilor, manelistul este rege! Am cules niste maxime cu o deosebita valoare simbolica si estetica.
Imi permit sa le modific forma, d30arecE ele er4 $criise q talenT shy noo sE antelegia n!mik. In plus de asta, ma zgarie pa ochi!

#1 Am talent in stil Versace, ma imbrac la 4 ace.

#2 Am talent in stil Armani, am innebunit dusmanii.

#3 Noaptea altii stau si dorm, eu fac bani prin telefon / Combinatii de tot felu' ca sa-mi umplu portofeu'.

#4 Am talent si sunt versata, din revista decupata.

#5 Nu sunt vorbe la misto, viata mea e Mario.

#6 Am talent in mare stil, fata, spate si profil

#7 Ce sa fac? Sa-ti dau fata mea...corpul meu???....e greu daca nu ti le-a dat Dumnezeu.

#8 Am talent sunt unicat, si de toti apreciat.

#9 Din cap pana in picioare, am haine originale.

#10 Din spate, din lateral corpul meu e criminal.

Yeats - Cloths Of Heaven

ti s-a intamplat vreodata?

ti s-a intamplat vreodata sa ii consideri prosti pe altii,doar pentru ca au aflat mai tarziu lucruri pe care tu le stiai?
ti s-a intamplat vreodata sa ii judeci pe altii, sa ii consideri nebuni/prosti/neinteresanti doar pentru ca nu ii cunosti suficient?
ti s-a intamplat vreodata sa mergi pe strada de parca ar fi trotuaru' lu' tactu', si sa iti spui in gand : "sunt liber, ce pula mea". Dar sa rostesti cuvantul "pula". Nu sa zici: "Sunt liber, ce aia a mea /ce pana mea /ce pielea mea/ ce puii mei? Sa iti pastrezi demnitatea fara a cadea in obscen.
ti s-a intamplat vreodata sa nu vrei sa te schimbi pentru nimeni si nimic?
ti s-a intamplat vreodata sa vrei sa respiri tot aerul?
ti s-a intamplat vreodata, ca fata, sa spui fara nicio jena ca iti faci mustata cu ceara?
ti s-a intamplat vreodata sa nu dai doua cepe degerate pe un om, si sa afli ulterior ca omul ala a realizat ceea ce tu nu o sa realizezi intreaga viata?
ti s-a intamplat vreodata sa vezi o fata atat de frumoasa, incat sa-ti pui idioata intrebare: "Oare ea se caca?"? Si asta pentru ca frumusetea ei nu pare umana.
ti s-a intamplat vreodata sa reactionezi ca un imbecil cand altii vor sa te ajute, dar tu esti paranoic si le vezi ajutorul ca pe o amenintare?
ti s-a intamplat vreodata sa scrii un text doar pentru ca simti nevoia, ci nu din dorinta de a impresiona pe cineva, sau de a obtine diferite critici?
ti s-a intamplat vreodata sa decapitezi porumbei?
ti s-a intamplat vreodata sa constientizezi ca TU esti de fapt produsul oamenilor cu care interactionezi.
ti s-a intamplat vreodata sa gandesti in afara cutiei?
ti s-a intampalt vreodata sa scrii un blog, doar pentru ca stii sigur ca o anumita persoana il va citi?
ti s-a intamplat vreodata sa faci complimente, doar pentru ca esti sigur de faptul ca-ti vor fi returnate?
ti s-a intamplat vreodata sa le spui prietenilor , cu un orgoliu masculin, ca ai fost cu o pizda la suc, dar cand vorbeai cu ea tremurai ca un mielusel?
ti s-a intamplat vreodata sa nu vrei sa-ti arati adevarata personalitate, din dorinta de a nu fi exclus dintr-un grup?
ti s-a intamplat vreodata sa te bucuri si sa nu stii de ce?
ti s-a intamplat vreodata sa crezi ca eu am scris textul asta sub influenta bauturilor alcoolice?
ti s-a intamplat vreodata sa crezi ca acum am vorbit despre mine dar nu stii cat la suta e fictiune?
ti s-a intamplat vreodata sa crezi ca esti mai bun decat cineva, si ca respectivul nu are nicio valoare pentru tine, pentru ca tu il depasesti din toate punctele de vedere?
ti s-a intamplat vreodata sa nu a chef de nimeni si de nimic, fara a fi deprimat?
ti s-a intamplat vreodata sa simtit ca esti una cu natura?
ti s-a intamplat vreodata sa fii prietenul cel mai bun al unui om pe care tu-l consideri cel mult amic?
ti s-a intamplat vreodata?

Dorina Gutu

Fosta noastra profa de Comunicare politica a lansat cartea New Media. Printre inviati a fost chiar si Adi Nastase. Tare, nu?

Paolo Conte - Via con me

Via via …
Vieni via con me.
Niente più ti lega a questi luoghi
Neanche questi fiori azzuri.

Via via …
Neanche questo tempo grigio,
pieno di musiche
e di uomini che ti son piaciuti.

It’s wonderful
It’s wonderful
It’s wonderful
Good luck my baby
It’s wonderful
It’s wonderful
It’s wonderful
I dream of you
Chips chips chips
Du du du du du
Ci bum ci bum bum
Du du du du du
Ci bum ci bum bum
Du du du du du

Via via …
Vieni via con me.
Entra in questo amore buio
Non perderti per niente al mondo
Via via …
Non perderti per niente al mondo
Lo spettacolo d’arte varia
Di uno innamorato di te.

It’s wonderful
It’s wonderful
It’s wonderful
Good luck my baby
It’s wonderful
It’s wonderful
It’s wonderful
I dream of you
Chips chips chips
Du du du du du
Ci bum ci bum bum
Du du du du du
Ci bum ci bum bum
Du du du du du

Via via …
Vieni via con me.
Entra in questo amore buio
Pieno di uomini.
Via via …
Entra e fatti un bagno caldo
C’è un accappatoio azzurro
Fuori piove, è un mondo freddo.

It’s wonderful
It’s wonderful
It’s wonderful
Good luck my baby
It’s wonderful
It’s wonderful
It’s wonderful
I dream of you
Chips chips chips
Du du du du du
Ci bum ci bum bum
Du du du du du
Ci bum ci bum bum
Du du du du du

90's

parca mai era ceva, dar imi scapa.

Jessica Jay - Casablanca



Mr. President - Coco Jumbo



Culture Beat - Mr. Vain



Snap - Rhythm Is A Dancer



Snap - Power

Ariston ad

Tell the truth - Mos Def - Immortal Technique - Eminem

Immortal Technique You Never Know Lyrics

Muschiu'

Oamenii in varsta habar n-au ce sunt muschii, sau, in cazul femeilor, dimensiunile ideale. Pe vremea lor, mass media nu transmiteau astfel de continuturi. Mi s-a aprins un bec cand am vazut poza asta pe un site. Eu am trait pe viu aceasta experienta. Eram la tara si i-am spui lu' mamaie ca tre sa plecam, pentru ca am treaba. M-a intrebat ce treaba. I-am zis ca tre sa merg la sala( nu sufar :P). Au urmat intrebarile: "Ce sala? Ce-i aia? Cum adica?". I-am zis ca e un loc in care te duci si ridici greutati, tragi de fiare, si faci muschi. Nu a inteles, desi i-am explicat detaliat. Mi-a zis ca e o gramada de treaba prin curte. Decat sa ma duc acolo, mai bine o ajut pe ea. I-am tot explicat, insa fara rezultat. Ca sa inteleaga, i-am aratat bicepsu' :D. Reactia ei a fost ceva de genul: "asa, ce trebuie sa vad". Ea vedea doar o mana. E ca si cum ai arata o limuzina BMW unui somalez.

Unde s-a ajuns!!!

Hand job in timpul orei. Intrebarea nu este "Ce se intampla cu invatamantul romanesc". Intrebarea este "cat de curva sa fii"? Link primit de la Marius :D