The guide book of the Light Warrior

'In the out of the west beach of the village there is an island and on it there's a huge temple, full of bells' , said a woman.
The boy noticed that she was wearing weird clothes and her head was covered by a veil. He has never seen her before. ' Did you visit that temple?' , she asked. 'Go there, and tell me how it seems to you.'.
Attracted by the woman's beauty, the boy walked to the indicated place. He sat on the sand and scanned the horizon with the look, but he didn't see anything excepting the ordinary landscape: the blue sky and the ocean.
Dissapointed, he went in a close fishermen village and there asked about an island and a temple. ' Oh, it existed a long time ago, in the time of my grand-grandparents ' , said an old fisherman. 'There was an earthquake and the island sunk in the sea. But even though we cannot see the island, we still can hear the bells in the temple on it when the sea makes them swing, there, in its depth.'
The boy went back on the beach and tried to hear the bells. He staid there the whole afternoon but he didn't manage to hear something more than the sound of the waves and the shouts of the sea-gulls.
When the night fell down, his parents came to look for him. Next morning, he went back to the beach. He couldnt imagine that a beautiful woman was able to lie him. If she had returned he would have told her that he didn't see the island, but he heared the bells in the temple made to move by the water.
The boy stayed every day on the shore of the sea trying to hear the bells. He wasn't interested by the school and by his friends anymore. Despite de fact he didn't manage to hear the bells in the temple, nonetheless, he managed to learn new things. He realised that as much as he listened the sound of the waves, his attention didn't seem to be diverted by them.

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After almost a year, the boy thought ' maybe these men are right. It is better to grow up and become a fisherman, to come here everyday here, on this beach, because I'm starting to like it. '
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The boy was happy - and only how a child can - he felt himself full of gratidute for being alive. He knew that he didn't loose his time for nothing, because he learnt how to reflect and how to venerate the nature.
And then, because he was listening to the sea, the sea-gulls, to the wind and the palm leaves, to the voices of his friends, he heared the first bell sound. And another one, and another one, untill, luckily, all the bells of the sunk temple were ringing.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Ready, set, go in the tomb!!

He's dead... He died last morning, and nobody cared about it... The decorator of my childhood will be burried in the cemetery, next to all of the most important people of my life...
It's so sad, but this is our life...

MAKTUB...

whatever

Uneori ma simt singura, parasita prin lege de toti...Camera asta e o insula pustie, in ea nu am nici o amintire...e "goala" si rece... Calculatorul face ca acest dormitor sa para si mai ostil... Stau ore intregi in pat, si astept sa adorm, ochii imi stau deschisi.
Neclipind vad parca o lumina ce se departeaza, intind mana sa o prind, sa nu o scap, insa ea ma invaluie, si parca ma poarta departe, in camera bunicilor, unde sta patul cel vechi, pe care saream cand eram mica, unde sunt multe....prea multe amintiri frumoase...
Casa bunicilor, care era plina de bibelouri de portelan, mileuri si vesela scumpa. Camerele care miroseau a rom si a scortisoara, bunica ce pregatea de toate, bunicul ce aducea lapte proaspat, cainele, castanul, usile mari din lemn, jucariile ingropate in cufar, puiul caruia i-am pus cruce din bete de chibrit la "mormant", puii de pisica, geamurile, capcanele, iepurii vecinului, toate, UNDE SUNT ACESTE AMINTIRI???!!! !@#$ ce caut in aceasta casa saracacioasa, unde nu am decat foarte putine amintiri?
In viitorul apropiat bunicii nu vor mai fi, casa va fi altfel, sau poate nu va mai fi nici ea, iar eu si copilaria mea ne vom topi si ne vom scurge printre gratiile neputintei. :(

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Iarasi stau si ma uit pe tavan. Nu mai pot dormi. La ce bun? Daca tot ceea ce avem noi mai important nu e , atunci pentru ce sa il inlocuim? PENTRU CE? Ma bucur ca inca mai am senzatii de deja vu, si ca inca mai tin minte cate ceva....

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When I was just a child, there lived a man about who I thought he'll live a long time from then on, but now I realise that I was wrong...
Iuliu, is a decorator, he've been painting the walls and repairing the stoves even since my mother was 3 and her parents were, well, they were young as well... Aflter about 20 years, I got born, and during my childhood I saw him repairing the stoves, cleaning out the chimneys and painting the walls of the rooms...
He was a black-skined man, tall and slim, with big brown eyes, not beautiful, but ok. He was the son of a hungarian woman and a gipsy man... He didn't manage to speak very well Romanian, even though he had been living in Romania since he was 19, but we always understood his Romanian; he wasn't rich, and he wasn't headstrong, so he always accepted our help which was consisting in money, clothes, food, or other stuff.
In the spring, I knew that Mr. Iuliu had to come and help my granny with the spring cleaning. Now I know he won't come anymore, 'cuz he's ill... :( , he's in coma, and even though the people say that he'll recuperate his health, I don't agree with them... He'll die, I know it.
And here we are again, face to face with the Death, who's calling us, and is taking everybody in her kingdom, which has no limits. I feel like all of us we are walking on a bridge, we are all together, and one by one they fall down in the black fog of the abyss which never ends. That means they die... One by one, important persons in my life died. I meant, just their body died, 'cuz their image, and their memories will remain here, in my mind, untill I'll pass the skip to the other Kingdom, untill I'll be next to them.

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School...Party...Holiday...School...

OK....I decided to write this issue in English...i don't know why, maybe because in this way I'll manage to order my ideas in a better mode, or because I want everybody to understand what I wanna say. :)
Today I'm gonna tell you about the 8th grade... This year is almost finished, there remained just 2 weeks of school, which will be very "light". I say "light" because we won't study anymore, we'll just talk each other and organize the final year of middle school party.
Every girl is preparing her dress for this party. I've colleagues who chose pompous dresses, glittery accesories, high heels sandals or shoes; I also have colleagues who, I think, will have a modest dress, because they are a little bit poor, but this isn't my problem. My only problem is what will I choose. I'm gonna try something not very pompous, not very stylish, but something a bit funky, which is elegant and original as well. I think I will choose a cute black skirt, with a baggy purple shirt, I'll wear some bracelets and a necklace...
At this party we'll invite all of our teachers, our teachers from the primary school, the director of our school, the school secretary and some parents as well... There will be delicious food, good music, aaaaaand....at the end.....we'll slice up the PARTY CAKE :X:X:X: yummy...
Anyway, we deserve this party, and everybody does, 'cuz we've been learning for 4 for years, we've been together for 4 years, and now it's time when everybody will start a new life, at the high school, we'll make up his future and will start to add new memories to the album of his life.
On the one hand, this moment is sad, 'cuz we know next year our teachers will have another students and we'll meet new teachers, and so on... ; on the other hand that's great, 'cuz after all it's really the time to leave.
Whatever....I am ready for the future...[I think...:D:D:D] I can't wait anymore for the party...does anyone have some meds? I am getting nervous...:-ss

Dirty world

Daca lumea ar fi un glob de sticla, atunci eu as fi un ciob din el, iar atunci m-as simti si eu importanta, caci daca eu nu mai sunt globul nu mai este glob, si totul se schimba.
Deseori psihologii ne roaga sa ne imaginam cum am vedea noi lumea, de undeva din interiorul ei, de undeva unde nu putem fi atinsi, de exemplu un balon, sau chiar un... un glob de sticla, unde suntem numai noi, singuri, lipsiti de griji, departe de haos, insa in inima lui.
Nu stiu ce ar spune unii, insa eu cred ca as spune ceva de genul:


" Vad strazi pline de oameni, agitatie... Merg dimineata pe o strada aglomerata. Un domn foarte elegant trece grabit - probabil un om de afaceri- vorbind la telefon, si un batran bolnav, ce sta intins pe jos il trage de pantalon si il roaga sa ii dea si lui niste bani; la care acel domn il loveste cu piciorul si ii vorbeste urat, reprosandu-i ca ar trebui sa mearga sa munceasca, nu sa cerseasca. Dar el oare nu vede ca batranul e bolnav? :-
Pe langa acelasi bolnav trece o batranica, cu o sacosa in mana, parca lipsita de orice speranta ca ziua aceea o va face sa zambeasca. Se opreste, scoate din punga un pachet de biscuiti si ii spune ' Ia-l pe acesta, mie mi-a mai ramas unul...'
Si ma gandesc ca eu, de acolo unde sunt, vad mai bine decat daca as fi fost cuprinsa in tot acel vacarm, si imi dau seama ca cei saraci tot de cei saraci sunt ajutati; bogatia este invers proportionala cu sentimentele nobile si dorinta de a face bine...
Ma plimb pe aceeasi strada. Plutesc in balonul meu tot mai departe, si ma bucur cand vad ca mai sunt si alte fapte bune. La o trecere de pietoni un tanar ajuta o batranica sa traverseze, doi copii ajuta o vanzatoare sa adune portocalele cazute de pe taraba din cauza unui biciclist. Asta ma face sa zambesc.
Asa imi dau seama de cat de mare e gradina lui Dumnezeu; asa se argumenteaza zicala 'Padure fara uscaturi nu exista' . Din balonul meu, orasul imi parea o paleta de culori... si chiar asa era. Astfel mi-am dat seama ca optimismul te ajuta sa treci mai departe, sa dobori greutatile, si sa accepti ca unele lucruri nu pot fi schimbate. Am vazut o fata care asculta muzica si dansa mergand pe strada, desi toti se uitau ciudat la ea, ei nu ii pasa - se simtea bine, am vazut doi skateri care se indreptau catre parc, zambeau, stiau ca acolo e 'universul' lor. Zambete, saruturi intre indragostiti, imbratisari intre prieteni, strangeri de mana calduroase, saluturi prietenoase, si zambete iar, placere, chiar daca toti stiau ca exista si sentimente demne de dispret si atitudini jalnice.
Acum vreau sa sparg balonul, sa ies de acolo, si sa cad intre oameni, sa fiu cu ei, sa zambesc si eu, sa sarut, sa imbratisez, sa strang o mana calda, sa ajut, sa ascult muzica, sa dansez...."

Not EMO, but pretty

Maybe it's EMO, maybe it's ugly, but I think it's pretty. There is a lot of work and very much love for art. :)

Party

S-a terminat perioada tezelor \:d/ De-acum ne putem considera liceeni [o parte din noi : ]

LET'S HAVE FUN!!! PARTY ALL THE TIME!!!

Prin muzica

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Nu stiu cum se face, insa nici o alta melodie nu a putut sa imi schimbe parerea: MELODIA TUTUROR TIMPURILOR RAMANE "SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW", CANTATA DE ISRAEL KAMAKAWIWOOLE.

Somewhere over the rainbow

Way up high

And the dreams that you dreamed of

Once in a lullaby ii ii iii

Somewhere over the rainbow

Blue birds fly

And the dreams that you dreamed of

Dreams really do come true ooh ooooh

Someday I’ll wish upon a star

Wake up where the clouds are far behind me ee ee eeh

Where trouble melts like lemon drops

High above the chimney tops thats where you’ll find me oh

Somewhere over the rainbow bluebirds fly

And the dream that you dare to,why, oh why can’t I? i iiii

Well I see trees of green and

Red roses too,I’ll watch them bloom for me and you

And I think to myself

What a wonderful world

Well I see skies of blue and I see clouds of white

And the brightness of day

I like the dark and I think to myself

What a wonderful world

The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky

Are also on the faces of people passing by

I see friends shaking handsSaying, “How do you do?

”They’re really saying, I…I love you

I hear babies cry and I watch them grow,They’ll learn much more

Than we’ll know

And I think to myself

What a wonderful world (w)oohoorld

Someday I’ll wish upon a star,

Wake up where the clouds are far behind me

Where trouble melts like lemon drops

High above the chimney top that’s where you’ll find meOh,

Somewhere over the rainbow way up high

And the dream that you dare to, why, oh why can’t I?

I hiiï ?

Ooooo oooooo oooooo

Ooooo oooooo oooooo

Ooooo oooooo oooooo

Ooooo oooooo oooooo

Ooooo oooooo oooooo

Ooooo oooooo oooooo

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La France

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Stare de spirit: obosita
Muzica zilei: Voyage, voyage
Despre azi:
Astazi am lucrat cu mult peste "limita admisa" la computer. Am facut proiecte, am sters, am scris, am tastat mii de caractere, am "muncit" din greu, insa nu cred ca este in zadar. Sambata este ziua cea mare, si pentru asta muncim din greu intreaga saptamana... In momente ca acestea inspiratia este tot ceea ce imi lipseste, si regret daca ceea ce scriu nu este coerent...

Probabil ca voi scrie mai tarziu....

Impresii:

• "ziua de astazi a fost aiurea" (Diana, clasa a VIII-a)


• "a fost o zi varza" (Catalin, clasa a VIII-a)


• "a fost o zi plictisitoare, mai ales ca a trebuit sa vorbesc in franceza 5 minute!!!" (Alex, clasa a VI-a)


• "mie ziua mi s-a parut tare, am scapat de ore :P" (Cristina, clasa a VIII-a)

P.S. ceea ce se vede mai sus este un scurt reportaj realizat de mine, cand eram intr-un moment cand cu siguranta aveam nevoie de cel putin 5l de cafea

Oricum, saptamana asta ne-a invatat sa iubim franceza, si sa ne dam seama de cat de frumoasa este aceasta limba, si totodata, sa realizam faptul ca Franta este intradevar o tara bogata din toate punctele de vedere

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