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… asa mi-am amintit ca prima data cand am pasit intr-o arena sportiva, a fost pentru un meci de rugby … juca Farul Constanta ;op Si asa imi reamintesc ca tata a fost rugbyst si ca de la el am invatat sa apreciez clasa unui meci frumos; si tot asa, ca una dintre primele comenzi on-line a fost pentru o minge de rugby ;o) Mai mult, am revazut “barbati bine” si am zambit la gandul ca asta poate sa faca sportul cuceritor :o)

Ei bine, celor care spera sa vada un film tare, ca sportul asta, le recomand sa-si tempereze asteptarea. Invictus, asa cum il inteleg prin filmul lui Clint Eastwood, e o idee simbol; e poezia unui crez, unde sportul e o metafora. Mai mult ramane sa vada fiecare dintre voi, cum lucrurile bune li se intampla celor care cred …

Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be

For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance

I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeoning of chance

my head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the Horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years

Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,

How charged with punishments the scroll,

I am the master of my fate:

I am the captain of my soul.

William Ernest Henley – Invictus

Ah, a blank, a definite blank, for an instant, not more than a second or two, I didn’t have a reportable thought or sense impression, my mind as they say went blank, I thought of nothing, I just ammed … So when a train of thought suddenly gives out collapses you just am, you go into a kind of standby mode ready for thought but not thinking (…) like the coffee machine humming to itself ready to make coffee but not making any …

Oh, what’s the point of pursuing this futile line of speculation when we all know (by “we” I mean my neurotic self and my more rational observing, recording self) we know, don’t we, that this is just a fantasy? (…)

…………………………………………………………………..David Lodge – Thinks

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Love … love is a verb;

love is a doing.

Word … fearless on my breath.

Gentle impulsion

shakes me,

makes me lighter,

fearless on my breath.

Teardrop on the fire,

fearless on my breath …

………………Massive Atack – Teardrop lyrics

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Beautiful sunrise in your eyes,

burning like a flame;

beautiful colors inside me,

calling out your name …

…………………………………………….Morandi – Colors lyrics