Interiorul ce pentru tine nu conteaza

Umarul meu stang inca iti poarta atingerea. Mirosul de tine il port in fiecare zi pe trupul si sufletul meu, iubitule. Pretentiile sunt mari, stiu. Dar sufletele noastre doresc doar un lucru: regasire... Alergam prin trupul si sufletul tau incercand sa gasesc lumina. A fost un drum lung, caci am ramas blocata in pericard. Am incercat sa-l patrund... Tot ce-am vrut a fost o particica din inima ta, in inima mea. Dar nu ai facut decat sa ma abandonezi in venele tale. Sangele ti-l simteam un rau involburat, dar care ma linistea. Macar am reusit sa-ti traversez trupul inecat in lumini orbitoare.

10 things I hate about you

"I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it that you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all."