Versuri...

Am luat-o de la Greendorfyn, v-o impartasesc si o dau mai departe:

-prima poezie pe care am citit-o este prima poezie pe care am invatat-o

-ultimele poezii au fost din Shakespeare; gandeam de curand ca nimic nu e mai sublim decat sa-i reciti unei nopti de vara "Sonete de Shakespeare"

( "When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,

I all alone beweep my outcast state

And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries

And look upon myself and curse my fate,

Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,

Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd,

Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,

With what I most enjoy contented least;

Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,

Haply I think on thee, and then my state,

Like to the lark at break of day arising

From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;

For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings

That then I scorn to change my state with kings." )

-am scris versuri, gigelistice fireste, in criza de lame; o strofa suna cam asa:

"As vrea sa plec de pe pamant

As vrea sa plec departe,

dar ma retine-un ultim gand:

Sa (cine ghiceste cuvantul primeste un elefantel gigelistic) pan` la moarte."

O strofa ajunge deoarece acum nu mai e penurie de lame...

Mai departe la Sergiu, Geocer, Neamtu, Ioana, Anca, Boogie, Cipy