MirelaRimela

Dur dur etre bebe :)

2013-03-20T03:53:00.001-07:00

Aşa-i Lumea...

2013-03-16T18:29:00.002-07:00

Doamne, unde greşesc?
De nu răzbesc!
Fac ce fac,
cad şi mă lovesc,
şi mai rău, mă poticnesc!

Când râdeam toţi mă iubeau,
Dar acum că plang pe nimeni nu mai văd.
Oare judec eu prea mult?
Oare nu ştiu să ascult?

Sunt prizoniera propriilor valori
şi m-am săturat să mă tot lupt cu mori.

Beau lacrimi de furie,
Când văd că toţi îmi plâng de milă
Da' nu-mi întinde unu' o mână!!!...

Ai prieteni de circumstanţă
Şi ferească Sfantu'
să rămâi la vreunu' cu restantă!

Iar de-ndrăzneşti să spui ceva,
"Prietenia" pe Coadă o vei călca
şi vei vedea Fiara.

Toate măştile jos,
Ipocrizia sus!

Eu recunosc că nu am nimic Sfânt,
De-aceea poate,
Îmi vine să scuip pământ,
Când văd că unii se prefac că sunt!

Mai bine tac,
până nu spun ceva prea vulgar!

Închin un pahar de pelin
În cinstea prieteniilor ce vin,
Iar celor care au trecut,
Le fac salutul mut!...

Concluzia:
Dacă aşa-i lumea...
... Pe Interes,
Eu de ce să fiu invers?

Am să mă mai gândesc şi reviu,
ceva nu se leagă...
Sa fie sufletul meu ca o barcă?!?...

"E bine să te înduioșezi de nenorocirea prietenilor tăi, dar mai bine este să le vii în ajutor." – Voltaire

Quella carezza della sera

2013-03-15T16:57:00.002-07:00

Romanţă - Cel care se întoarce…

2013-03-14T07:19:00.000-07:00

Cel care se întoarce,
Nu este acelaşi cu cel care pleacă!

Cu fiecare kilometru şi vis parcurs la plecare
Călătorul creşte,
Iar cu fiecare Dor le reîntoarcere,
Călătorul se desăvârşeşte!
Când pleci eşti animat de necunoscut,
Dar când revii,
Devii o parte din Pământul care te-a născut,
Căci e glasul Pământului şi al Sângelui,
Care te cheamă
şi te-ndeamna
să nu-ţi fie teamă
de ciocoii care ţara ţi-o destramă.
Ce-ai căutat şi n-ai găsit,
Călătorule, în ţările calde?
Cu toată Şcoala ta!...

Părinţii tăi au reuşit doar cu Credinţa!
Ei au arat cu lacrimi pământul arid,
Şi ţi-au schimbat destinul insipid,
Cu suflete încununate de nimb.

Şi-atunci când vei mai fi orbit,
De mirajul morganei occidentale,
Adu-ţi aminte că singură monedă de schimb
Nealterabilă
Este, a fost şi va rămâne,
Acasă!...

Nu mai umbla în căutarea timpului pierdut,
să nu care cumva să te dea cineva dispărut,
că rişti să rămâi blocat în trecut,
c-un viitor irefutabil
şi-un prezent reprobabil...

Vreau să joc!

2013-03-13T04:11:00.002-07:00

de Lucian Blaga

O, vreau să joc, cum niciodată n-am jucat!
Să nu se simtă Dumnezeu
în mine
un rob în temniţă - încătuşat.
Pământule, dă-mi aripi:
săgeată vreau să fiu, să spintec
nemărginirea,
să nu mai văd în preajmă decât cer,
deasupra cer,
şi cer sub mine -
şi-aprins în valuri de lumină
să joc
străfulgerat de-avânturi nemaipomenite
ca să răsufle liber Dumnezeu în mine,
să nu cârtească:
"Sunt rob în temniţă!"

America - West Side Story

2013-03-09T11:44:00.003-08:00

Les Guerres

2013-03-08T11:54:00.002-08:00

Les guerres, ecrit Paul Valery, sont faites par des gens qui se tuent sans se connaitre, aux ordres de gens qui se connaissent bine mais ne se tuent pas.
Dieu a condamne la guerre lorsqu'il a dit:
5 - Tu ne tueras pas!
7 - Tu ne voleras pas!
Et le psalmiste chante:
"Disperse, o Dieu, les peuples qui aiment la guerre"

Faut-il alors devenir objecteurs de conscience et pacifistes a tout prix?
Oui, des le jour ou tout le monde acceptera et pratiquera le desarmement general; mais tant qu'il y aura des bandits armes, il faudra avoir une police armee. DURA LEX, SED LEX!

Oswald Perrenchio - Contes de chez nous

Prejudice

2013-03-03T17:58:00.001-08:00

Cadillac Records

2013-03-01T11:31:00.001-08:00

George Carlin

2013-02-27T06:47:00.001-08:00

Glamorous Slavery

2013-02-24T16:52:00.000-08:00

Tolerance implies no lack of commitment to one's own beliefs. Rather it condemns the oppression or persecution of others.
John F. Kennedy

This interview sounded strange straight from the beginning, but when I saw in the ad that they are looking for a waitress who speaks English, French and Italian and that she has to be no more than 165 centimetres, I thought "Hey, this is my cue!" and I gave it a chance.
I'm an exaggerate punctual person so I've got there earlier and I was asked to take a sit cause Luca, the owner of the restaurant was going to be a bit late. OK, so far so god, I'm used to people getting late, unfortunately.
Have you ever noticed how people tend to get used to bad things instead of having the courage to change them?
So back to this restaurant, which was rather a bar than a restaurant,located, let's say somewhere in the Mont Blanc, doesn't really matter the name, cause I heard it's the same everywhere, while I was waiting sir Luca I changed a few words with the waitress there, but only a few, cause she was very disappointed when she found out that I was Romanian, but when I asked her where she comes from, she answered very astringent:
- I'm from Moldavia, Republic of Moldavia and don't even dare to say it's the same thing as Romania!
I swear I couldn't believe my ears. When did we become enemies? If she had known at least the basics of history maybe we could have had a decent conversation, cause in fact, Romanians and Moldavians speak more or less the same language, and it's true that this has been long long time ago, but our lands where once without borders. Anyway I wasn't in the mood to explain her, that in fact, we have the same roots, if she bordered her self in such a barbaric way.
- Our chef is Romanian and our "do-all" boy also! she cast in my face while she was brooming the floor.
- That's nice! I've replied... but it seems that she didn't quite agree...
Hey, what ever happened to old fashioned brotherhood, what ever happened to being nice to people for no reason!?! Why so much chauvinism? When are we going to get it that the fight for power is between politicians and not between us...
But I'm deviating from the story, and this is not about that girl, of whom name I can't even remember...I guess that's because she never introduced her self, she started the conversation by saying:
- So you're Mirela!...
Until the famous Luca got there I also got to hear how the employees were praying to have time to take a decent meal at least tonight.
This restaurant called " something from the Tunnel" ( I can't say it's real name for security reasons) was starting to seem more and more like the Adams family, the mystery with the hight (165 cm) was solved when I saw the bar, which wasn't higher than 165 cm, and everyone working there was more or less midget, I guessed I was going to interview for the position of Snow White. A wish come true!... until the Dragon Luca came in and my prince charming was out buying cigarettes, so I was on my own.
- Would you like a coffee?
I had to say "Yes", cause Italians have nothing else to offer you but coffee, this is driving me nuts, for a change I would like a scotch on the rocks, but if I tell them that maybe they'll think I curse them so I don't wanna take any risks, I'm on their territory, and my mum always says "Make your self friends with the Devil until you cross the bridge!"... whatever that means, cause I crossed so many bridges and... whatsoever ... I replied to Luca smiling:
-I'd love a coffee!... to pour it in your lap, was my subtext.
It's like I anticipated that the conversation would wanna make me do this and many more to Mr. Luca.
He sipped from his coffee and he started bombing me with all this information about the job, hoping maybe somewhere along the road I would miss some key phrases like the working hours, the salary etc.:
- So, basically, this is a easy job, I see here that you speak 3 languages... good. Is there any chance you know also Russian?
-I'm sorry sir, I only started to, I know only a few words... but...
- No problem. No problem! The working hours are the NORMAL ones... every day from 9.30 till 15:30 and from 17 till midnight or till the last client. During the high season you work every day, 7 days out of 7, cause' that's the way it works, you'll share the room with your Moldavian colleague and the salary is 1000 euros.
- What????????????? that was the only word I could came out with but I guess that the abomination on my face said it all.
-Oh, well, 1000 -1300. It depends, it's all up to you!
I had to take a sip from my coffee cause I was on the verge of fainting even if I was sitting down. Martin Luther's King " I had a dream" seemed so far away for me in this moment, for me and for the million of workers who have to put up with this kind of attitude ever day, I like calling it Glamorous Slavery.
I barely opened my mouth:
- But I have a fiancée and we live together and I would like...
when slam-bang I saw Luca grabbing my cup of coffee and throwing it with noise in the the sink behind the bar, coffee from which I really needed another sip in this nightmare of normal work conditions, in his opinion.
-Well, think about it and call me, OK?
- No, it's not OK you IDIOT, what's to think about??? I wouldn't be your slave not for all the money in the world! and he almost threw me out in the cold, I had to put my coat on walking.

I know that you always have two choices: to Stay or to Leave but I can't stop thinking of those who stay even if I leave... I have a dream!...

Nicu and the magic stick

2013-02-24T14:51:00.003-08:00

"If a free society cannot help the many who are poor, it cannot save the few who are rich."
John F. Kennedy

Nicu and the magic stick

- There are no right or wrong answers, you have to answer as your common sense tells you to! ...
This is how my interview for McDonalds started. It sounded quite promising at the beginning until I met the manager.
- Ciao. Mi chiamo Nicu!( My name is Nicu!), said he with a strong Russian accent.
That's when I compromised my career at MC, cause I burst into an hysterical laugh, at the moment I thought I was just smiling but it seems I was not. How the hell, should I abstain my self when he was an authentic Romanian, pretending to be an Italian, and ironically his name is the same name as the former communist leader of Romania, Nicolae (diminutive Nicu) Ceausescu.
So here I was feeling wrapped in a communist scenario, only the action was taking place this time in Italy.
I was awaken from my time travel by Nicu's stinger voice:
- So let's say for example that you drop a portion of french fries on the floor,how do you proceed in this case?
A. you pick up the french fries and throw them away;
B. you pick up the french fries, reheat them a little and give them to the client;
C. you notify the manager and he'll take care of it.
D. don't know.
My common sense was totally twisted cause according to him (him being my common sense) there shouldn't be any options, the only decent thing to do was A period. I was going to find out later that I was wrong, my brother who has his own business told me scoffing me:
-You're such a fool, how could you say you throw away from the company's goods, french fries are important, so you can't just throw them away as you wish! As Shakespeare would say "You have no stomach!"
Razzled dazzled - that''s how I felt.
Anyway, there was a whole questionnaire with such absurd questions for which I really prefer not to know the answers, cause Nicu told me afterwards, in private, that unfortunately I flunk this questionnaire,but luckily, he is willing to give me a second chance due to my impressive resume.
-Yeiiii, lucky me!
But I swear that if I've had a gun in my purse at that interview , probably right now I would write this story behind bars.
- So tell me, cup cake, how come you left Romania?
- The same reasons you did, you imbecile! was my ego shouting...
- Oh, forgive me, but we will have to take this interview in Italian, company policies.
As if until now we were speaking Chinese!?! We spoke Italian all along the way! Man, some people are beyond stupidity,only if it hurt...
- So Mirela, I see here that you have two university diplomas.
- Yes, sais I, holding my head down, feeling shamed that we are co nationals.
He continued the non sense gesticulating like a dwarf trying to inoculate that if I'm a hard worker and if I'm willing to do anything at the beginning I can become like him.
I think for a second there I had a stroke... LIKE HIM??? Not in a million years, not if hell frizzes, not if pigs would fly, I'd rather sleep under a bridge and eat only mice and drink from a radioactive puddle than to become like him. And when I thought that he hit rock bottom he strikes me again with these words:
- Oh, I see here that you've also studied theatre. Isn't that nice?
Nice my ass... I suppose that the only play he would agree to see in his pity life would be "Chips ... with everything" by Arnold Wesker, and that only because he would think it would make a good campaign for his company.
Again was I disturbed by his grumpy face, my ears were bleeding so I couldn't really catch the whole sentence, I only heard the last words:
- ... let's suppose my pen is a magic stick, what would you do with it?
- Well, to be honest, I would make you shove it, but because it's so little I don't think the damage would be big enough, so why bother? 'tis what I was telling my self, while I was too paralysed by his stupidity to give him the answer he deserved.
And after a few days I received a call, from one of his cock suckers telling me:
-We're really sorry, but this time your interview was unsuccessful, maybe next time!
As if I wished a next time with them... Go french fries your selves bastards!

If only my magic stick wasn't just another prop!...

Granita in ranita

2013-02-22T14:56:00.000-08:00

Carlos Varela - Una Palabra

2013-02-20T17:23:00.001-08:00

Odă Scenei

2013-02-15T05:06:00.002-08:00

Ah, Notorietate!
Ce mică e sala privită de pe Scenă,
Şi ce imensă mi se părea,
pe vremea când eram un simplu spectator...
Astăzi, însă m-am pervertit
şi Lumina m-a cam orbit.
Dacă e păcat să iubeşti ceva cu atâta ardoare,
Mă condamn singură,
căci fără Scenă,
Viaţa mă doare!
Ridică-ţi cortina Iubire,
şi fă Dragoste cu mine,
că oi face orice pentru tine.
Nu-mi pasă că ne priviţi,
Ba chiar vă rog să poftiţi,
Şi cu aplauze să ne răsplătiţi,
Căci naştem teatru pentru voi,
ca să nu vă mai simţiţi atât de goi.

Bufon sau prinţ sau cerşetor,
Un pescăruş sau un Agamemnon,
Toate le jucăm cu drag,
Numai tu, Scenă, să nu ne mai dai Trac!
Sau dacă nu te-ndupleci deloc,
Mai dă-ne şi un pic de Noroc,
Te implor, nu ne lua tot!

Ţi-am dat viaţa în schimbul acestui joc,
Dar tu nu te înduri,
Minţile mi le furi,
mă laşi pradă disperării,
să-nbatranesc odată cu Scândurile,
Harazindu-mi faima,
când din mine vor fi rămas doar gândurile.

Scenă dragă, nu te las,
Chiar de-mi dărui doar necaz!
Lasă-mă să cred că va veni o zi,
Când Credinţa-mi vei răsplăti!...

Insomnia

2013-02-15T05:02:00.000-08:00

Mă rog să dorm,
şi, totuşi, trează nu-s,
Atunci o să mă rog să mă trezesc,
şi, totuşi, simt că visez...
Să fie Insomnie? sau o fi vreo altă maladie?...

Nu-s bufniţă,
nici cucuvea,
poate un pic liliacă,
Cu toate astea iubesc noaptea,
Deşi mi-e frică de-ntuneric!
Nu-i aşa că e ironic?

Îmi ademenesc gândurile
să părăsească pământurile,
Îi poruncesc Minţii să se cuminţească
şi Trupu-mi să-l odihnească.

O oaie, două, trei, ..., un infinit de oi
Şi-mi văd visele-n gunoi,
Căci minte-mi nu se odihneşte.
Cum simte miros de noapte,
Îşi arată colţii mişeleşte,
Muşcă din pernă,
Ameninţă cu pumnii,
Şi dansează cu toţi nebunii.
Jocul ielelor, ea l-a reinventat!

Moş Ene, Moş Ene,
Ai devenit cam superfluu,
Neglijat-ai ale mele gene,
Te-ai zgârcit la nişte praf de stele,
Şi-acum eu îmi dorm zilele,
Şi-mi trezesc nopţile.
Insomnia... o să-mi devină numele!...

Siente mi amor

2013-02-14T14:04:00.002-08:00

Strabunica Lucica...

2013-02-14T12:41:00.000-08:00

A trecut in nefiinta azi 14.02.2013 la varsta venerabila de 92 ani. Dumnezeu s-o odihneasca in pace!

Coada la cireasa

2013-02-14T02:54:00.001-08:00

Aseara dam peste niste romani italienizati la Casino Saint Vincent, eu mascata le zic "Buna seara!", cucoana imi raspunde "Buona sera!" dar cu accent moldovenesc, mascariciul din mine continua "Dar de unde sunteti?", ea "Din Romania!"... , serios??? si noi care credeam ca sunt chinezi :))) Vine a doua paparuda si o auz strigand la barbatul ala saracu' pe care il tarariau dupa ele "Iemileee, hai fa-ne si noua o poza cu ragazzi astia rumeni sa li punim pi FeisBuc!", noroc ca aveam masti care sa ne protejeze de prostia lor omeneasca; si cand in sfarsit am ramas singuri doar cu barbatul, el ne-a recunoscut emotionat ca sunt de la Pascani. Ei, ati vazut ca nu a fost greu! :))
Morala: am vazut si romani fericiti... adica romani care cred ca au pus coada la cireasa!...

Odă de I.L.Caragiale

2013-02-14T02:47:00.003-08:00

Copilului – lui Amor sau Eros

Umbli hoinărind prin lume
ca un orb, la ochi legat,
Şi de câtă vreme-acuma
pe la mine n-ai mai dat !
Prăpădeşti tu de pomană
preţioasele-ţi săgeţi,
Să te-alegi cu hulă numa
de l-atâţi ingraţi poeţi ...
Te-am vorbit eu rău vreodată ?
vinovat cu ce ţi-am fost?
De mă horopseşti uitării,
tu, copil frumos şi prost ?
A ! de-ai ştii cum mângâi încă
urmele unde-ai rănit !
Cu ce dor mi-aduc aminte
cât atunci am pătimit !
Vino, crudule, cu pieptul
gata dezvelit te-aştept ;
Nu cu una, dă cu două!
săgetează drept în piept !
Şi pe maică-ta zeiţă,
jur că n-am să te hulesc :
Mai omoară-mă odată,
să mai simt că iar trăiesc !

Italo Mus 1892-1967

2013-02-08T03:51:00.000-08:00

Che me ne faccio del latino

2013-02-08T03:38:00.003-08:00

Music from the Master and Margarita

2013-02-08T03:35:00.000-08:00

No arms, no legs, no worries!

2013-02-06T14:32:00.002-08:00

Scrisori

2013-02-06T04:27:00.000-08:00

De ce nu mai trimitem scrisori? Stiti ce dulce e marginea plicului care trebuie linsa! Eu mi-am reimprospatat simturile in seara asta si e placut:) Dor de cuvinte cu miros de cerneala si nu de taste, dor de ganduri venite de departe si totusi, simtite atat de aproape!