marți, 30 iunie 2009

Twilight


Azi vreau sa va povestesc despre Twilight, despre cum am ajuns sa dezvolt o mica obsesie pentru aceasta serie de carti, despre cum am ascultat o zi intreaga cantecul de leagan dedicat Bellei, despre calatoria in imaginatie.
Am auzit de Stephenie Meyer anul trecut, cand o buna prietena mi-a povestit ca a citit in concediu cele patru volume ce alcatuiesc seria Twilight. La noi inca nu aparuse in limba romana decat primul volum, Amurg (Twilight), insa dupa ce am acsultat-o cu cata pasiune vorbea de cartile astea m-a facut indeajuns de curioasa sa cumpar si eu singura carte existenta atunci. Eram putin contrariata de faptul ca o femeie de cariera vorbeste cu emotie despre o poveste romantica - SF. Nu am pus la socoteala ca inainte de a fi femeie de afaceri prietena mea este o femeie care inca doreste, iubeste, spera. Ce legatura are asta cu povestea noastra? Ei bine, povestea asta i-a readus la suprafata sentimente peste care se asezase praful uitarii, pe care le incuiase intr-un colt de inima si pe care cu bucurie si emotie le-a redescoperit. Acelasi lucru s-a intamplat si cu mine.
Ajunsa acasa cu volumul abea cumparat, eram inca sceptica in privinta lui, incep lectura intr-un moment de liniste cand toti ai casei erau in lumea viselor. Din acel moment a inceput si visul meu, asistand la derularea unei povesti de dragoste plina de neprevazut si surprinzatoare. Stephenie Meyer are darul de a descrie atat de bine simtaminte si sentimente, ca la un moment dat esti ferm convins ca intelegi exact ce gandeste si ce simte personajul. Povestea aceasta de dragoste nu admite jumatati de masura, ci cere daruire totala si sacrificiu.
Recunosc, nu am putut inchide ochii in acea noapte pana nu am terminat cartea. Acest lucru insa nu a stins curiozitatea ci a nascut nerabdare, nerabdarea de a citi volumul urmator, de a afla ce s-a intamplat...
Eroii acestei povesti sunt Isabella Swan si Edward Cullen.
Bella Swan se muta din insoritul Phoenix (Arizona) in oraselul in care ploaia e la ea acasa, Forks (Washington) pentru a sta o vreme cu tatal ei pana cand mama ei este plecata in cantonament cu tatal ei vitreg, jucator de baseball. Aici ea isi face repede prieteni, ba chiar cativa baieti concureaza pentru ai atrage atentia. La scoala il intalneste pe Edward Cullen, cu care trebuie sa imparta banca la ora de biologie. Edward pare sa urasca acest lucru, iar disparitia lui pentru cateva zile ii intareste Bellei convingerea ca prezenta ei ii provoaca sila. Soarta insa este hotarata sa-i tina impreuna si o serie de evenimente ii apropie pe cei doi, Edward chiar salvand-o pe Bella de doua ori. Aceeasi serie de evenimente ii ridica semne de intrebare Bellei, descoperind dupa o vreme ca Edward este vampir. Asta nu o sperie insa, iar relatia lor devine oficiala. De aici incolo lucrurile se complica si iau o turnura periculoasa. N-am sa va povestesc tot. Va las sa descoperiti singuri intamplarile Bellei si ale lui Edward, cu promisiunea ca nu veti regreta daca le veti citi povestea, un amestec bine realizat de romantic si groaza, tensiune sexuala si suspans.
Seria Twilight cuprinde patru volume (Twilight - Amurg, New Moon - Luna noua, Eclipse - Eclipsa, Breaking Dawn - Zori de zi) si in acest moment se gasesc de cumparat si in Romania.
Primul volum a dat nastere si unui film:






Filmul a fost regizat de Catherine Hardwicke, iar actorii principali sunt Kristen Stewart (Bella) si Robert Pattinson (Edward).
Va urma...

Stephenie Meyer - official website
Official Twilight Saga website

marți, 23 iunie 2009

Evanescence - My Immortal



I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me

You used to captivate me
By your resonating life
Now I'm bound by the life you've left behind
Your face it haunts
My once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away
All the sanity in me
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me

I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me

miercuri, 3 iunie 2009

Cateodata mai scriu

Cu ceva timp in urma am descoperit ca-mi place sa scriu. Nu am un subiect preferat, iar textul este influentat de viata mea de zi cu zi. Pana acum nu am avut curaj sa timit textele decat unui singur site, eLady (http://www.elady.ro/). Aici mi-au fost facute publice si acest fapt mi-a dat aripi si speranta. Speranta ca cineva va gasi in ceea ce scriu o frantura din viata lui sau poate un raspuns, sau poate un vis...
Acum indraznesc sa va invit sa cititi ce am scris pentru eLady, indemnandu-va sa nu va sfiiti sa comentati. Sunt multe articole, insa am sa propun doar cate unu pe saptamana.
Lectura placuta si va multumec pentru rabdare :)
Prima propunere:

Print sau cersetor

"O zi mohorata si rece de inceput de an. Prima zi de lucru. Nu prea am chef de treaba.
Inca resimt oboseala sarbatorilor ce doar au trecut. Incerc sa imi omor timpul cu o revista. Sefa nu vine azi, asa ca imi fac de cap.
Se deschide usa biroului si un aer rece imi da fiori pe sira spinarii. Gandesc: ”Nu puteai... "

Continuarea o puteti citi AICI (http://www.elady.ro/articole/Povesti/Print-sau-cersetor.html).

luni, 18 mai 2009

Mixalis Xatzigiannis - Thalassa



Θάλασσα
Sea

Αγκαλιά να με πάρεις θάλασσά μου εσύ
My sea, take me in your arms
τη μπορώ την αρμύρα και ας είναι πληγή.
I can handle your saltiness even though I’m wounded.
Γίνε δρόμος και μοίρα θάλασσά μου και πες
My sea, be my road and my destiny and tell me
τι σημαίνουν οι λέξεις αλλά κι οι σιωπές.
What do the words and silences mean.

Αν με ζητήσει κανείς
If anyone asks for me
δεν υπάρχω εγώ γίναμε ένα να πεις.
Tell him, I don’t exist, that we becαme one.
Μέσα σου χάθηκα πια
I got lost inside you
απ’ το λίγο που ζω ας πνιγώ στα βαθιά.
With the little life which is left to me, I will drown in the open sea.
Αν με ζητήσει κανείς
If anyone asks for me
θάλασσα σώσε με κάτι να βρεις να τους πεις.
Sea, save me, make up something to tell them.

Μέσα στα κύματά σου να με κρύβεις εδώ
Hide me here in your waves
από ψέμα κι ανθρώπους πλημμυρίζει ο καημός.
Sorrow’s full of lie and people.

Αν με ζητήσει κανείς
If anyone asks for me
δεν υπάρχω εγώ γίναμε ένα να πεις.
Tell him, I don’t exist, that we becαme one.
Μέσα σου χάθηκα πια
I got lost inside you
απ’ το λίγο που ζω ας πνιγώ στα βαθιά.
With the little life which is left to me, I will drown in the open sea.
Αν με ζητήσει κανείς
If anyone asks for me
θάλασσα σώσε με κάτι να βρεις να τους πεις.
Sea, save me, make up something to tell them.

duminică, 10 mai 2009

Toni Braxton - Spanish Guitar



A smoky room, a small cafe
They come to hear you play
And drink and dance the night away
I sit out in the crowd
And close my eyes
Dream you're mine
But you don't know
You don't even know that I am here

I wish that I was in your arms
Like that Spanish guitar
And you would play me through the night
'Till the dawn
I wish you'd hold me in your arms
Like that Spanish guitar
All night long, all night long
I'd be your song, I'd be your song

Steal my heart with every note you play
I pray you'll look my way
And hold me to your heart someday
I long to be the one that you caress with
tenderness
And you don't know
You don't even know that I exist

I wish that I was in your arms
Like that Spanish guitar
And you would play me through the night
'Till the dawn
I wish you'd hold me in your arms
Like that Spanish guitar
All night long, all night long
I'd be your song, I'd be your song

Te sientas entre la gente
Cierras tu ojos
Y suenas que soy tuyo
Pero yo no siquiera se que estas ahi
Me gustaria tenerte entre mis brazos amor

I sit in the crowd
And close my eyes
Dream you're mine
And you don't know
You don't even know that I exist

I wish that I was in your arms
Like that Spanish guitar
And you would play me through the night
'Till the dawn
I wish you'd hold me in your arms
Like that Spanish guitar
All night long, all nïght long
I'd be your song, I'd be your song

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