In cautarea fericirii.

Suedia, Danemarca, Norvegia , Islanda, poate si o tara mai micuta, cu munti, Andorra, Elvetia, zona montana a Frantei are deficit mare de populatie de ex....sunt tari foarte atractive, insa nu se compara cu Romania pt mine...As sta poate cateva luni pe an acolo, paote 3 sau 4 , cel mult 6 luni, apoi ma intorca acasa .Nu m-a interesat pana acum, dar daca as merge cu niste prieteni care deja muncesc acolo, as incerca.

Deja imi e foarte clar ca aici va trebui sa facem sacrificii tot mai mari pentru dragii nostri politicieni,initiati negri si mafioti...Dar le fac in ciuda si ii sfidez in continuare si abia astept momentul sa se trezeasca populatia inrobita...

Poezie...

self pity

I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.

dh lawrence

:)

Ok...sa vedem daca si pe asta o stim...

A woman was waiting at an airport one night
With several long hours before her flight
She hunted for a book in the airport shop
Bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop
She was engrossed in her book but happened to see
That the man beside her as bold as could be
Grabbed a cookie or two from the bag between
Which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene
She munched cookies and watched the clock
As this gutsy cookie thief diminished her stock
She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by
Thinking "If I wasn't so nice I'd blacken his eye"
With each cookie she took he took one too
And when only one was left she wondered what he'd do
With a smile on his face and a nervous laugh
He took the last cookie and broke it in half
He offered her half as he ate the other
She snatched it from him and thought "Oh brother
This guy has some nerve and he's also rude
Why he didn't even show any gratitude"
She had never known when she had been so galled
And sighed with relief when her flight was called
She gathered her belongings and headed for the gate
Refusing to look back at the thieving ingrate
She boarded the plane and sank in her seat
Then sought her book which was almost complete
As she reached in her baggage she gasped with surprise
There was her bag of cookies in front of her eyes
"If mine are here" she moaned with despair
"Then the others were his and he tried to share"
"Too late to apologize she realized with grief"
That she was the rude one, the ingrate, the thief.

Ok e stufoasa... gasim aici varianta youtube si ilustrata !
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_MnKjnAF1LQ

Nu ma intereseaza tari nordice, vreau o tara exotica cu mulatre frumoase :)))

Pochi paste de fidea...:)

Brazilia, Cuba , ...Oare nu-i putin prea cald si femeile alea nu frig ? Ca la suedeze oricum e frig...:)):))

Frig la buzunare si la carduri:))) imi place sa calatoresc si sa cunosc oameni noi. canada, anglia si franta sunt tari ce mi doresc sa le vizitez:) ....

Da...si ?

Ne putem bucura de poezie ajutandu ne si de clip ...

E mult mai interesant ce poti comenta in legatura cu poezia decat doar copy/paste...

Domnule deceneu 1 , poezia era un raspuns la cele adresate de initiatorul topicului .cel putin in prima partese vorbeste despre o analiza a esecurilor si realizarilor . o retrospectiva intru imbunatatire personala.cat despre tara ...sunt multe de vorbit.
poezia se refera la o gresala a autoarei care mi s a intamplat si mie si cred ca mai multor persoane . tindem sa ne lasam uneori inselati de aparente, sa judecam si sa masuram iar in final se dovedeste ca suntem chiar noi cei care am gresit si judecata se intoarce brusc impotriva noastra !
acest subiect il trateaza poezia noastra !( valerie cox-cokie thief)