“You’re about to whitness the strength of street knowledge” That’s right, what are you about to read next is some of my last Sunday creation… some “sick thoughts”, like I like to say. First they are written in Romanian, but the second is the translation in English (hoping they sound the same). Tell me what you think about this “philosophy”.
1
Pot recunoaste ca nu sunt in stare sa mai creez nici un vers, nu mai am parte de acea dezolare de la inceput. Nu sunt deloc fericit, de fapt nici nu imi pot imagina conceptul de fericire, probabil pentru ca m-am saturat de starea mea de visare.

I can admit that I can’t create not even a verse, I’m not happy to have the same grief anymore. I’m not happy at all, actually I can’t even imagine the happiness concept, probably because I’ve had enough of my dreaming state.

2
Sunt considerat un pesimist convins, dar nu stiu de ce, pentru ca am rezistat sinuciderii de nenumarate ori. Mai optimist de atat nu cred ca pot fi.

I am being considered a significant pessimist, and I don’t know why, because I resisted to suicide countless times. More optimistic than that I don’t think I can be.

3
Imi privesc mainile si ma minunez de puterea lor de lucru, dar imi amintesc ca actiunile lor sunt produse ale creierului. Vreau sa stiu cine conduce pe cine…Oare ne meritam titlul de fiinte rationale cand actionam de multe ori din impuls?

I look at my hands and I’m amazed by their power of work, but suddenly I remember their actions are brain results. I want to know who leads who…Do we really deserve the title of rational human beings when many times we act from impulse?

4
Ziua ma ucide cu lumina realitatii. Noaptea ma invelesc cu caldura fantasticului.

The day is killing me with the light of reality. At night I wrap myself in the heat of wonderful.

*
Cred ca omul este definit prin nemultumire. Nu este multumit de viata, nici de moarte, nu isi gaseste motive pentru nici una din ele. Si totusi se plange doar de ce cunoaste. Pe deasupra este si fricos.

I think the man is defined by dissatisfaction, discontent. He’s not satisfied with his life, nor with his death, he can’t find reasons for none of them. And still he complains only of what he knows. And above all he’s a coward.

*
Am inghetat la extremitati…Doar lacrimile par sa ma incalzeasca. Nu cred ca mai e cineva sa indrageasca frigul atat de mult.

My extremities froze…Only the tears seem to warm me up. I don’t think there’s someone else to love cold so much.

*
Istoria e nesuferita. Imbunatatirile nu vor naste niciodata ceva nou. Atata timp cat trecutul conduce prezentul, pericolul razboaielor este iminent.

History is unbearable. Improvements will never create something new. As long as the past leads the present, the danger of wars is imminent.

*
Dac-ar fi sa dau culori timpului, istoriei i-ar reveni rosul, viitorului verde, iar ultimului timp, prezentul, i-as atribui galbenul dainuitor.

If it was to color the time, I’d give history color red, future green, and for the last one, the present, I’d make it chronic yellow.

*
Intr-adevar prostia de ieri ne afecteaza azi. Dar o analiza prea profunda la cele intamplate ieri vor aduce un esec de doua ori mai mare.

Indeed, our yesterday foolishness, affect us today. But a too deep analysis for those happened yesterday, will bring a twice bigger failure.

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Cateodata gasesti atata armonie in tacere, incat iti inchipui ca pacea pe Pamant inseamna moarte.

Sometimes you find so much harmony in silence, so that you think peace on Earth means death.

*
Privesti cu ochi bolnavi firescul, din dorinta de a scapa de mediocritate. Apoi iesi din tine si te privesti cu atat de mult dispret ca iti fortezi intrarea in banal.

You see with sick eyes the normal, from desire of getting out of mediocrity. Then, you get outta yourself and look at you scornfully that you force your entrance into commonplace.

*
Copilaria urmeaza aceeasi linie pentru toti, adolescenta insa este cea care aduce variatii, culori, stersaturi in desenul vietii, ca intr-un final limitele sa fie reprezentate de aceeasi rama pentru toti.

Childhood follows the same line for all of us. Teens yet is the one which brings variation, colors, fades in the paint of life, as in the end the limits to be represented by the same frame for all of us.

*
Daca introduci mana in ceva, acesta va creste, se dilata. Aprofundarea unui lucru il mareshte. Am intrat atat de adanc in durere, ca nu mai pot iesi.

If you insert your hand in something, this will grow, will dilate. Looking into a thing, makes it bigger. I’m so deep in pain, that I can’t get out.

*
Cu cateva minute inainte, ma simteam gol si neputincios. Acum sunt prins de puterea si cursivitatea pixului ca am inceput sa scriu cu gandul.

A few minutes ago, I felt empty and powerless. Now I’m caught by the power and the flow of my pen, that I started to write with my thought.

*
Orice domeniu este vazut ca un lant, totul este depinzator. Prin urmare “noul” nu semnifica altceva decat un alt invelis in jurul aceluiasi miez. Creatia originala ar trebui sa porneasca de la un gand primordial, care nu apartine nici unui domeniu, care nu are legatura cu nimic. Nu poate fi un gand al acestei lumi, nu poate fi un gand extraterestru, dar poate fi…Doar ca…nu va fi descoperit.

Any domain is seen as a chain, everything is dependable. In conclusion, “the new” is not something else but another cover around the same core. The original creation should start from a primordial thought, which doesn’t belong to a domain, which has connection with nothing. It can’t be a thought of this world, nor an alien thought, but it exists…Only that…it won’t be discovered.

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Cu ce suntem diferiti oamenilor de pesteri, cand inca suntem captivati de lucruri lumesti?

With what are we different from the Neanderthals, when we are still captivated by material things?

*
Cerul imi zambeste si imi rapeste din inspiratie in acelasi timp. Nu voi lasa un lucru atat de marunt sa darame podul dintre mine si hartie.

The Sky is smiling at me and takes from my inspiration at the same time. I won’t let such a small thing destroy the bridge between me and this paper.

*
In ultimul timp tot aud de aceasta “arhitectura a mintii”. Cred ca toate constructiile se rezuma la subsol si parter.

I keep hearing about this “mind architecture”. I believe all these constructions sum up to basement and first floor.

*
Chiar daca sunt ridicole, imperfectiunile vor sta intotdeauna inaintea calitatilor. “De ce?”, nush, sunt o victima a acestei intrebari. Unii dintre noi chiar isi creeaza o existenta din imperfectiuni, dar se uita ca ele sunt specifice omului, sunt cele care ne dau…viata.

Even if they are ridiculous, imperfections will always be in front of accomplishments. “Why?”, dunno, I’m a victim of this question. Some of us even created an existance from imperfections, but it is being forgotten that they are human kind specific, are the ones that give us…life.

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Ma tot intreb daca sunt nebun, ma intreb atat de des, incat cred ca voi innebuni.

I keep asking myself if I’m crazy, I keep on asking so often, that I think I will go crazy.

That’s it…hope you like it. More coming, and I’d really appreciate your support, tell me your opinions!

One Luv