ma credeam baiat destupat, oarecum inteligent, putin destept, insa iata ca exista (inca) lucruri care ma pot soca (postare preluata integral de aici http://laurentiu.elenaworld.net/2009/08/sexul-si-limba-romana-18/):


"Sexul si Limba romana! +18


Probabil va intrebati care e legatura intre “sex” si “limba romana” ei bine nu e niciuna, dar impreuna, caracterizeaza generatia de adolescenti actuala precum si indobitocirea lor.

Cu toate ca aveam acest mail de mult timp ratacit prin Inbox, si cum mereu mi-am zis ca nu o sa scriu despre asta, ei bine trebuie!, nu pot sa ma abtin sa nu va impartasesc si voua prostia copiilor din Romania.

Revenid la post, “sexul” o chestie despre care parintii uita sa-i invete pe copii si uite mai jos in ce hal au ajuns, iar “limba romana” pentru ca toti(aproape) adolescentii nu o mai vorbesc. Din limba cea suava au transformat-o intr-o chestie neinteleasa, extraterestra pentru noi restul.

PS: Am pus semnul.
PS2: Nu aruncati cu rosii in mine.

Extrase de pe site-ul CoolGirl, nu de mine, doar primite.





cristyana (07-Jan-2008, 16:51)
sy scz limbaju’dar daca imi permit..sy am dc de ce sa nu injur??am dreptatte!!sy daca tzyy la cineva dc sa no facy??mai bine din dragoste decat la 20 de ani nuam ca sa nu fy aratata d toata facultatea ca nu teay…si atunci o facy la vrajeala!ce p*la mea atata chestye pt asa ceva???sy nu mai pronuntaty ca alea care o fac d la o anumita varsta mai mika is c*rve!!invatazty sy voi lexicu’..ca c*rvele se f*t cu mai multzy bah !!asa ca..tacety in mortzyy vostry de crytycatory!ii o chestye despre care se discuta sy gata..aia nu inseamana ca facy p cine ty se scoala tye c*rva!!mars mah!!care au scrys asa ceva abereaza!!sy cam atata..sy daca yubity sy suntetzy yubite sy constyente de ce facety f*tetzy frate ….sy nu mai luaty altyy saua ltele in seama ca pana la urma nu se f*t ele sau ey..datzy draq!FACETYO CU CAP!!ATATA VA SPUN CA SFAT

scumpik baietzilor (13-Apr-2008, 23:38)
‘ba prima oara e un kkt si e neinteresant ftelor ganditziva o viatza avetzi si tre so traitzi eo una am 14 ani si mi`am tras`o cu destui baietzi e prea tare mama deja ma excit cnd ma gandesc la sex adik iubitul meu actual e f d gajk si a acceptat s`o facem in grup si am facut`o cu 2 fte si 2 baietzi ma simtzeam bestial cnd’
(EDIT EDIT EDIT CA E UN FORUM DESPRE COPII…)
‘:X:X aja k nu va mai speriatzi k nu va manank nimeni…’

‘(29-Apr-2008, 15:17)Bravo fetelor, cel mai tare Site pentru fete, din cate am vazut pana azi.Simteam nevoia sa aflu mai multe despre sex si vad ca aici se poate. Ma numesc Mihaela si in aug. Fak 11 ani. Am un prieten ce are 14 ani si e tot la scoala mea, asa ne-am cunoscut in vacanta de Craciun. Eu sunt virgina si nu vreu sa fac sex, insa el imi tot vb cat e de excitat si nevoile astea. Asa ca ii fac sex oral de ceva timp, insa prietenul meu, nu stiu de ce, la scurt timp dupa ce incep sa i-o sug isi da drumul iar eu nu simt acea placere si i-am asta. Dupa un timp el mi-a zis ca daca inghit voi avea orgasm si eu, insa degeaba fac asta acum, ca e la fel, tot nu simt ceva. Am vb cu colega mea de banca si zice ca ea nu inghite , ci scuipa tot dupa ce baiatul ei ejaculeaza, caci de mai inghit ma imbolnavesc de ulcer. Este adevarat ce spune? Tot ea mi-a zis ca orgasm pot avea de fac sex in fund. Am incercat cu iubi meu si asta insa ceva nu e bine caci nu intra penisul acolo. Cam de 10 ori am tot incercat, iubi este tare afectat, nemultumit caci se excita tot incercand incat de cateva ori s-a terminat incercand. Nu-s de ce nu intra, caci colega zice ca dupa doua-trei incercari in care a durut-o , nu a mai avut probleme. Pai la mine durerea nu dispare delok, mi-e imposibil sa reusesc sa ma relaxez incat sa intre penisul. De ce ? Voi cum ati facut prima data, v-a durut tot asa de rau, sau e ceva cu mine. Chiar nu voi putea face sex anal deloc ? El a incercat cu un deget si asa e bine, nu doare, insa nu mai mult ca iar ma doare incat nu putem continua. Prietenul meu crede ca pana nu voi avea ciclu, nu pot sa am si orgasm, dar nu stiu de e adevarat. Mi-a zis sa ma masturbez si in acelasi timp sa tin un deget, apoi treptat doua in fund sa se dilate, dar degeaba fac asta, caci tot nu intra penisul lui, nu ca e prea mare, dar durerea ma face sa renunt. La sexul oral, cum pot sa aflu de are orgasm cand ejaculeaza, ca macar asa sa-l fac sa se simta mai bine de nu pot anal. Si inca ceva. Unde este himenul ala la o virgina, in exterior sau mai in `nuntru. De il las sa o bage jumatate, se uintampla ceva, poate sa ajunga la himen ? ca el mi-a zis ca are grija si nu se intampla nimik. La sexul oral, e posibil sa nu simt placere ca el se termina prea repede? si daca isi da drumul asa iute, poate sa aiba si orgasm ? ca mereu il vad cam nemultumit si nu stiu de ce, ca nu prea vorbeste despre el. Sper ca pot sa-l satisfac mai mult, caci mi-e o asa teama ca-l voi pierde? fetele de stiu as vrea sa-mi spuna macar cateva sfaturi bune, caci degeaba intreb colegele, sunt si ele nestiutoare chiar de unele spun sau ma mint ca se simt bine si au placere mare cu iubitii lor si fara sa faca sex normal, numai eu nu simt asta. Eu nimik. Nu simt deloc placere, anal nu reusesc sa fac, iar normal nu am curaj, ca de afla mama, nush.. poop girls?}{}{’

tot ea, aruncand cu noroi intr-o ‘virgina batrana de 21 de ani’ care incercase sa o tempereze:

‘(29-Apr-2008, 18:32)
Pentru fata de 21 ani,lideea (29-Apr-2008, 17:53). cum adica sunt prea mica/ Pai tu crezi ca fac sex adevarat? Nu fak asa, caci stiu ca apar probleme plus ca de afla ai mei nush ce fak. Eu ziceam de celelalte sexuri, care le fac fetele la iubitii lor, cand sunt excitati si ele vor sa ramana virgine, cum si eu vreau asta. Poate de aceea te-a prins 21 ani virgina, ca n-ai stiut sa pastrezi iubitii, si i-ai schimbat mereu. asta inseamna ca nu ti-au placut destul, nu k tu ai fi mai de fier ca altele. Mie imi place prietenul de-l am, tin enorm la el, este primul care a fost in viata mea si sper ca ultimul, dar daca un baiat nu-i satisfacut de fata lui, la ce mai vb cu ea ? Doar ca e frumoasa sau ca sa-i treaca timpul ? Zici ca sunt micuta, pai nu-s singura, doar eu stiu 8 din colegele mele care au iubiti ca fac jocuri sexuale cu ei, asta daca n-or fi si altele de nu spun si nu stiu eu.Prietenul meu spune clar ca daca fata nu-i ofera placere, la ce sa arda gazul degeaba k ea, ca dragostea (pe sek) e ca si moarta. Prietenul meu se excita foarte usor, ce sa fac, sa-l las asa ? Nu-i destul ca si asa e suparat ca nu stiu cum sa-i ofer placere mai bine ? nu toate fetele fac sex anal si oral cand vor sa-si pastreze baietii lor fara a risca mai mult? Eu asa am auzit. Ier de himen de unde vrei sa stiu locul, daca e astupat? Ce tu esti facuta altfel, ori te dai desteapta sa te laude careva. Vezi mai bine de iubitul de-l ai acum, ca fuge dracului si asta, de-l mai tii mult cu c*aiele umflate si lasa morala. Eu voiam un sfat la problemele de nu le stiu bine, nu morala si inca de la o virgina batrana…Mai bine du-te la tipul ala de-l mai gasesti..si ..dezverginare usoara fata…’

aceeasi Mihaela, ‘uluita ca voi va mirati, ca doar tate colegele asa fak’…

(30-Apr-2008, 17:56)
Mihaela_trista. Ohh fetelor dar rele sunteti, sariti k gusteritele cu vorbe grele spre mine, fara ca eu sa jignesc pe cineva. Am crezut ca e un Site si pt fetele mai mici, care au ocazia de-a pune si ele intrebari, ca e adevarat, nu stim multe despre sexuri si baieti, dar nici sa fiu iapa voastra de bataie, nu vreau. Voi sunteti perfecte? Nu sijeti deloc, n8imik, nimk, hai lasati mandria ca toate ati facuto, va vad in scoala si peste tot, inca de la varsta mea, credeti ca eu sunt unikata, m-am ales eu din fetele de varsta mea ? Pai am facut si eu dupa colegele ce au prieteni, amica..tate asa fak si sunt uluita ca voi va mirati. De ce ? Ca si voi ati fost de 11-12 ani si faceati la fel, ori deja v-ati plictisit? Imi pare rau ca am intrat pe acest Site, o fata mi-a spus, ca nu-l stiam, zicea ca pot afla multe raspunsuri la tot ce nu stiu..dar m-am inselat. Distrati-va fara mine..nu mai intru sa va raspund la rautati.

‘mihaele_super hapy (01-Jan-2009, 19:06)
buna girls ..sa stiti ca nu mai sunt supy pe voi.Chiar daca ati fost rautacioase mi-am dat seama ca ati facut asta doar pentru ca erati geloase pe baiatu meu.Am vorbit mai multe cu o fata de clasa a 8a si m-a asigurat ca baiatul ei e foarte multumit de cum il satisface ea oral si anal.Cu analul nu prea am reusit dar o sa incerc, insa am facut-o.L-am lasat sa o bage decat jumate la inceput iar apoi pe toata.M-a durit putin de tot cand am facuto dar acum o facem aproape in fiecare zi si a inceput sa-mi palaca .Baiatul meu este foarte multumit si mi-a zis ca putem sa profitam ca nu mi-a venit ciclul sa facem toate tipurile de sexuri.Ultima data cand am facut-o m-am simtit foarte bine , cred ca am avut orgasm .Mi-a zis ca e foarte mandru de mine .Incepe sa-mi placa din ce in ce mai mult sa stau cu baiatul meu si sa il iubesc mult de tot .Cam atat am vrut sa va spun girls

anonima (05-Jun-2008, 17:51)
bah ce draq se baga toate neexperimentatele ,proaste sh virgine in vb kre habarn-am ce-i ala sex?????????????bah fraierelor knd o sa avetzi p*la bagata in voi nu o sa mai comm atata sh o sa va plak yo am fkt sex d la 14 ani sh aqm am 18 sh d 4 ani am fkto dkt q 1 baiat q cre am sh planuri d nunta sh snt f happy!!!!!!!!!aja k f*tatzi-va knd simtiti nevoia sh mucoasele alea sa nu-si mai dea ele q parerea!!!!!!!!!!!

NOTA BENE: STELUTELE DIN MIJLOCUL CUVINTELOR SUNT EDITAREA MEA, DIN RESPECT PENTRU TINE, BIRD, CARE NU MA RESPECTI PE MINE SI MA ADUNI IN ACEEASI GALEATA CU ASEMENEA SPECIMENE ( mind you, ‘ABUZATE’).

‘PISI’, 13 ani:

pisi (27-May-2008, 20:10)
ma fata aia care are 11 ani si a facuto in fine iei nu ia venit ciclu dar eu cred ca trb iei cand ..una mie mia venit in clasa a 4 ciclu deoarece sunt foarte dezvoltata…in primul rand e trb ei ce face e viat ei nu trb sa va bagati voi ..eu am 13 si am facut sex si dunt cu un baiat de 16 ani nu vad nimic rau in chstia asta as vrea sa fac si sex oral pt ca nu am facut pna acum dar am facut sex anal si ma durut foarte rau bine la inceput pana intra ca pe urma simt placere adica este foarte bine eu ma inteleg foarte bine cu el il iubesc ma iubeste nu vad ce e rau in asta decat ca as vrea sa-mi dea si mie limbi in pi*da normal ca o sai fac si eu pt ca nam ajuns inca la orgazm dar oricum mam simtiti foarte bine..asa ca nu o mai judecati pe fata aceea si vreau si eu sa va intreb ceva daca voi ati facuto cu un baiat si vati despartit pe urma ati mai faceo cu altu?

‘trifu (20-May-2008, 12:28)
mai eu nu stiu ce va ambalati atat.eu am 17 ani si mi am inceput viata sexuala la 13.cred k sunteti invidioase k nu aveti curajul so faceti si voi si pt tipa de 11 ani bv ei k incearca,voi nici nu stiti ce bine te simti cu un penis in vagin.care vrea sa come nteze sa intre pe id maria_sweet17′

‘Pt Passion si Deea ce drq` aveti ca unele la 12 si 13 ani fal sex si voi va laudati repede vai ca am facut la moolt mai tarziua ma rog cv de genu si uite io am mfacuto la 12 ani si in prezent am 13 si am o copilarie ff tare ce sa spun si cu cartea mai lasatima in pace ca pioti s ainveti si daca faci sex!’

‘CERRADAS DE MENTE! (19-Oct-2008, 22:26)
proasta kre a pus copilele de 1o m12 13 14 15 16 17 ani au lucruri mai importante de facut la varsta lor e o incuiataaa!in viata mea nu am mai vazut fete mai incuiate k voi si nici nu cred k exista…e o prostie sa astepti pana la 18 ani sa stai 1 an sau mai mult cu acelasi baiat dupa care el te freaca sa spunem si dupa aceea te lasa si tu sufer ca o proasta ce esti!nu mai ganditi asa!!sexul nu are varsta si cand!!!io kred k o fata poata sa faca ce vrea cu corpul el si niciodata ar treb sa se rezgandeasca ptr atunci cand a fost in momentul acela vroia sa o faca…nu ar trebui sa judecati fetele care siau inceput viata sexuala ‘devreme’asa cum unele vor sa astepte un an altele pot astepta o sg zi!fiecare face ce vrea!INCUIATELOR!!!’

‘alinutza (01-Dec-2007, 21:23)
vreau sa vad zic k sunt d acord cu fetele kre si-au inceput viatza sexuala devreme ………si eu mi-am f**ut la 10 ani si am avut si primu orgasm si atunci am supt hi p*la:X:X….crek aqm sunt expeta in sex si daca avetzi intrebat sa l postatzi si eu o sa va raspud……..sa nu credetzi k sunt o c*rva ci sunt doar o persoana mai curioasa si mia plaqt sa ma f*t d mik si sa sug p*la …..nu uitatzi sa ma intrebatzi c vretzi sa aflatzi…11′

(ITI REATRAG ATENTIA CA MA OCUP SA INSEREZ FOOOAAARTE MULTE STELUTE PENTRU A MASCA…’ABUZUL’)

coolgirl (17-Oct-2007, 01:37)
io sunt o fata de 11 ani si ma f*t de ma rup cu cn apuc )

7ud0r (17-Jul-2008, 15:08)
1 nu vad dc relatziile sexuale nu sar putea intretzine la 10 -15 ani adik sunt mai funny asha simtzi cva nu tzin mai mult nu 10 minute cur ar trebuiii..
2 un french deja pt unii baietzi nbu mai inseamna nimic !.e demodat plictisitor.. varza.. e k respiratul.. din obishnuintza

fetita cu codite (14-Oct-2008, 17:34)
baaaaaaa zuzo cu ce drept ne faci u curve???da ne f**em si avem 13 ani e problema noastra!nu ai niciun drept sa ne critici!!! aaaa si nu stiam k p*la e de mancare

andra (29-Nov-2007, 12:29)
ma fetelor de ce radetzi de pisicutza lui alin k eo am 12 ani si am facuto si sunt foarte mandra de kestia asta…voi ori suntetzi invidioase ori nu jtitzi so facetzi si va oftiktzi daca vretzi va invatz eo…da nu va mai luatzi aja aiurea de oameni k si eo am facuto pana akum d 4 ori si fara prezervativ si kre e prob? orikum knd o sa fiu mare o sa muncesc in club k prostituata k asta imi place sa fac’

‘andreea (05-Mar-2008, 04:36)
preafericitele si sfintele fetite care au impresia aia cu”c*rve”si”iesit din comun” voi ce aveti la c*r???pi*de sau trebuie sa mai papati laptic,sa sugeti degetu.. )fey fetelor hy serioase sa fim daca si asta mai e o greseala k dormi sau culci cu iubitu sau pers iubita..atunci deplasatelor calugariti-va!!’

‘alinutz (21-Nov-2007, 17:39)
io mi-am inceput viatza sexuala la 11 ani si atunci am avut si primul orgsm=p~…….(in baie la scoala)a fost sooper’

‘eo mikutza tarfulitza (09-Dec-2007, 03:16)
ba eo sunt experta in sex si am doar 12 ani aja k nu va mai kktzi p voi kre e problema? uite d exemplu miemi place sa ma f*t in grup adik am facuto cu 3 unu mio’ (EDIT EDIT EDIT EDIT) kre e prob? sa stitzi k a fost minunat un deliciu ; sau o data mam f*tut eo cu ink o fta si cu un baiat si eoi sugeam (EDIT EDIT EDIT EDIT).

‘Eu (04-Jul-2008, 14:35)
am 12 ani…si vreau sa fac sex cu partenerul de viata..el are 17 ani…sa am incredere in prezervativ???"

si una la antipod.

am spus ca o sa fiu cuminte azi. pe de-o parte ma pot abtine. dar pe (cica) blogul meu, chiar nu pot! :))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p_ibMBU8my0

deci, e mult prea tare! cu greu am rezistat pana la final, insa am rezistat. :))))))))))))))

aflu (cu stupoare!) ca oamenii mari nu mai citesc povesti...

Oscar Wilde

THE HAPPY PRINCE

High above the city, on a tall column, stood the statue of the Happy Prince. He was gilded all over with thin leaves of fine gold, for eyes he had two bright sapphires, and a large red ruby

glowed on his sword-hilt.

He was very much admired indeed. "He is as beautiful as a weathercock," remarked one of the Town Councillors who wished to gain a reputation for having artistic tastes; "only not quite so useful," he added, fearing lest people should think him unpractical, which he really was not.

"Why can't you be like the Happy Prince?" asked a sensible mother of her little boy who was crying for the moon. "The Happy Prince never dreams of crying for anything."

"I am glad there is some one in the world who is quite happy," muttered a disappointed man as he gazed at the wonderful statue.

"He looks just like an angel," said the Charity Children as they came out of the cathedral in their bright scarlet cloaks and their clean white pinafores.

"How do you know?" said the Mathematical Master, "you have never seen one."

"Ah! but we have, in our dreams," answered the children; and the Mathematical Master frowned and looked very severe, for he did not approve of children dreaming.

One night there flew over the city a little Swallow. His friends had gone away to Egypt six weeks before, but he had stayed behind, for he was in love with the most beautiful Reed. He had met her early in the spring as he was flying down the river after a big yellow moth, and had been so attracted by her slender waist that he had stopped to talk to her.

"Shall I love you?" said the Swallow, who liked to come to the point at once, and the Reed made him a low bow. So he flew round and round her, touching the water with his wings, and making silver ripples. This was his courtship, and it lasted all through the summer.

"It is a ridiculous attachment," twittered the other Swallows; "she has no money, and far too many relations"; and indeed the river was quite full of Reeds. Then, when the autumn came they all flew away.

After they had gone he felt lonely, and began to tire of his lady- love. "She has no conversation," he said, "and I am afraid that she is a coquette, for she is always flirting with the wind." And certainly, whenever the wind blew, the Reed made the most graceful curtseys. "I admit that she is domestic," he continued, "but I love travelling, and my wife, consequently, should love travelling also."

"Will you come away with me?" he said finally to her; but the Reed shook her head, she was so attached to her home.

"You have been trifling with me," he cried. "I am off to the Pyramids. Good-bye!" and he flew away.

All day long he flew, and at night-time he arrived at the city. "Where shall I put up?" he said; "I hope the town has made preparations."

Then he saw the statue on the tall column.

"I will put up there," he cried; "it is a fine position, with plenty of fresh air." So he alighted just between the feet of the Happy Prince.

"I have a golden bedroom," he said softly to himself as he looked round, and he prepared to go to sleep; but just as he was putting his head under his wing a large drop of water fell on him. "What a curious thing!" he cried; "there is not a single cloud in the sky, the stars are quite clear and bright, and yet it is raining. The climate in the north of Europe is really dreadful. The Reed used to like the rain, but that was merely her selfishness."

Then another drop fell.

"What is the use of a statue if it cannot keep the rain off?" he said; "I must look for a good chimney-pot," and he determined to fly away.

But before he had opened his wings, a third drop fell, and he looked up, and saw--Ah! what did he see?

The eyes of the Happy Prince were filled with tears, and tears were running down his golden cheeks. His face was so beautiful in the moonlight that the little Swallow was filled with pity.

"Who are you?" he said.

"I am the Happy Prince."

"Why are you weeping then?" asked the Swallow; "you have quite drenched me."

"When I was alive and had a human heart," answered the statue, "I did not know what tears were, for I lived in the Palace of Sans- Souci, where sorrow is not allowed to enter. In the daytime I played with my companions in the garden, and in the evening I led the dance in the Great Hall. Round the garden ran a very lofty wall, but I never cared to ask what lay beyond it, everything about me was so beautiful. My courtiers called me the Happy Prince, and happy indeed I was, if pleasure be happiness. So I lived, and so I died. And now that I am dead they have set me up here so high that I can see all the ugliness and all the misery of my city, and though my heart is made of lead yet I cannot choose but weep."

"What! is he not solid gold?" said the Swallow to himself. He was too polite to make any personal remarks out loud.

"Far away," continued the statue in a low musical voice, "far away in a little street there is a poor house. One of the windows is open, and through it I can see a woman seated at a table. Her face is thin and worn, and she has coarse, red hands, all pricked by the needle, for she is a seamstress. She is embroidering passion- flowers on a satin gown for the loveliest of the Queen's maids-of- honour to wear at the next Court-ball. In a bed in the corner of the room her little boy is lying ill. He has a fever, and is asking for oranges. His mother has nothing to give him but river water, so he is crying. Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow, will you not bring her the ruby out of my sword-hilt? My feet are fastened to this pedestal and I cannot move."

"I am waited for in Egypt," said the Swallow. "My friends are flying up and down the Nile, and talking to the large lotus-flowers. Soon they will go to sleep in the tomb of the great King. The King is there himself in his painted coffin. He is wrapped in yellow linen, and embalmed with spices. Round his neck is a chain of pale green jade, and his hands are like withered leaves."

"Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow," said the Prince, "will you not stay with me for one night, and be my messenger? The boy is so thirsty, and the mother so sad."

"I don't think I like boys," answered the Swallow. "Last summer, when I was staying on the river, there were two rude boys, the miller's sons, who were always throwing stones at me. They never hit me, of course; we swallows fly far too well for that, and besides, I come of a family famous for its agility; but still, it was a mark of disrespect."

But the Happy Prince looked so sad that the little Swallow was sorry. "It is very cold here," he said; "but I will stay with you for one night, and be your messenger."

"Thank you, little Swallow," said the Prince.

So the Swallow picked out the great ruby from the Prince's sword, and flew away with it in his beak over the roofs of the town.

He passed by the cathedral tower, where the white marble angels were sculptured. He passed by the palace and heard the sound of dancing. A beautiful girl came out on the balcony with her lover.

"How wonderful the stars are," he said to her, "and how wonderful is the power of love!"

"I hope my dress will be ready in time for the State-ball," she answered; "I have ordered passion-flowers to be embroidered on it; but the seamstresses are so lazy."

He passed over the river, and saw the lanterns hanging to the masts of the ships. He passed over the Ghetto, and saw the old Jews bargaining with each other, and weighing out money in copper scales. At last he came to the poor house and looked in. The boy was tossing feverishly on his bed, and the mother had fallen asleep, she was so tired. In he hopped, and laid the great ruby on the table beside the woman's thimble. Then he flew gently round the bed, fanning the boy's forehead with his wings. "How cool I feel," said the boy, "I must be getting better"; and he sank into a delicious slumber.

Then the Swallow flew back to the Happy Prince, and told him what he had done. "It is curious," he remarked, "but I feel quite warm now, although it is so cold."

"That is because you have done a good action," said the Prince. And the little Swallow began to think, and then he fell asleep.

Thinking always made him sleepy.

When day broke he flew down to the river and had a bath. "What a remarkable phenomenon," said the Professor of Ornithology as he was passing over the bridge. "A swallow in winter!" And he wrote a long letter about it to the local newspaper. Every one quoted it, it was full of so many words that they could not understand.

"To-night I go to Egypt," said the Swallow, and he was in high spirits at the prospect. He visited all the public monuments, and sat a long time on top of the church steeple. Wherever he went the Sparrows chirruped, and said to each other, "What a distinguished stranger!" so he enjoyed himself very much.

When the moon rose he flew back to the Happy Prince. "Have you any commissions for Egypt?" he cried; "I am just starting."

"Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow," said the Prince, "will you not stay with me one night longer?"

"I am waited for in Egypt," answered the Swallow. "To-morrow my friends will fly up to the Second Cataract. The river-horse couches there among the bulrushes, and on a great granite throne sits the God Memnon. All night long he watches the stars, and when the morning star shines he utters one cry of joy, and then he is silent. At noon the yellow lions come down to the water's edge to drink. They have eyes like green beryls, and their roar is louder than the roar of the cataract.

"Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow," said the Prince, "far away across the city I see a young man in a garret. He is leaning over a desk covered with papers, and in a tumbler by his side there is a bunch of withered violets. His hair is brown and crisp, and his lips are red as a pomegranate, and he has large and dreamy eyes. He is trying to finish a play for the Director of the Theatre, but he is too cold to write any more. There is no fire in the grate, and hunger has made him faint."

"I will wait with you one night longer," said the Swallow, who really had a good heart. "Shall I take him another ruby?"

"Alas! I have no ruby now," said the Prince; "my eyes are all that I have left. They are made of rare sapphires, which were brought out of India a thousand years ago. Pluck out one of them and take it to him. He will sell it to the jeweller, and buy food and firewood, and finish his play."

"Dear Prince," said the Swallow, "I cannot do that"; and he began to weep.

"Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow," said the Prince, "do as I command you."

So the Swallow plucked out the Prince's eye, and flew away to the student's garret. It was easy enough to get in, as there was a hole in the roof. Through this he darted, and came into the room. The young man had his head buried in his hands, so he did not hear the flutter of the bird's wings, and when he looked up he found the beautiful sapphire lying on the withered violets.

"I am beginning to be appreciated," he cried; "this is from some great admirer. Now I can finish my play," and he looked quite happy.

The next day the Swallow flew down to the harbour. He sat on the mast of a large vessel and watched the sailors hauling big chests out of the hold with ropes. "Heave a-hoy!" they shouted as each chest came up. "I am going to Egypt"! cried the Swallow, but nobody minded, and when the moon rose he flew back to the Happy Prince.

"I am come to bid you good-bye," he cried.

"Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow," said the Prince, "will you not stay with me one night longer?"

"It is winter," answered the Swallow, "and the chill snow will soon be here. In Egypt the sun is warm on the green palm-trees, and the crocodiles lie in the mud and look lazily about them. My companions are building a nest in the Temple of Baalbec, and the pink and white doves are watching them, and cooing to each other. Dear Prince, I must leave you, but I will never forget you, and next spring I will bring you back two beautiful jewels in place of those you have given away. The ruby shall be redder than a red rose, and the sapphire shall be as blue as the great sea."

"In the square below," said the Happy Prince, "there stands a little match-girl. She has let her matches fall in the gutter, and they are all spoiled. Her father will beat her if she does not bring home some money, and she is crying. She has no shoes or stockings, and her little head is bare. Pluck out my other eye, and give it to her, and her father will not beat her."

"I will stay with you one night longer," said the Swallow, "but I cannot pluck out your eye. You would be quite blind then."

"Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow," said the Prince, "do as I command you."

So he plucked out the Prince's other eye, and darted down with it. He swooped past the match-girl, and slipped the jewel into the palm of her hand. "What a lovely bit of glass," cried the little girl; and she ran home, laughing.

Then the Swallow came back to the Prince. "You are blind now," he said, "so I will stay with you always."

"No, little Swallow," said the poor Prince, "you must go away to Egypt."

"I will stay with you always," said the Swallow, and he slept at the Prince's feet.

All the next day he sat on the Prince's shoulder, and told him stories of what he had seen in strange lands. He told him of the red ibises, who stand in long rows on the banks of the Nile, and catch gold-fish in their beaks; of the Sphinx, who is as old as the world itself, and lives in the desert, and knows everything; of the merchants, who walk slowly by the side of their camels, and carry amber beads in their hands; of the King of the Mountains of the Moon, who is as black as ebony, and worships a large crystal; of the great green snake that sleeps in a palm-tree, and has twenty priests to feed it with honey-cakes; and of the pygmies who sail

over a big lake on large flat leaves, and are always at war with the butterflies.

"Dear little Swallow," said the Prince, "you tell me of marvellous things, but more marvellous than anything is the suffering of men and of women. There is no Mystery so great as Misery. Fly over my city, little Swallow, and tell me what you see there."

So the Swallow flew over the great city, and saw the rich making merry in their beautiful houses, while the beggars were sitting at the gates. He flew into dark lanes, and saw the white faces of starving children looking out listlessly at the black streets. Under the archway of a bridge two little boys were lying in one another's arms to try and keep themselves warm. "How hungry we are!" they said. "You must not lie here," shouted the Watchman, and they wandered out into the rain.

Then he flew back and told the Prince what he had seen.

"I am covered with fine gold," said the Prince, "you must take it off, leaf by leaf, and give it to my poor; the living always think that gold can make them happy."

Leaf after leaf of the fine gold the Swallow picked off, till the Happy Prince looked quite dull and grey. Leaf after leaf of the fine gold he brought to the poor, and the children's faces grew rosier, and they laughed and played games in the street. "We have bread now!" they cried.

Then the snow came, and after the snow came the frost. The streets looked as if they were made of silver, they were so bright and glistening; long icicles like crystal daggers hung down from the eaves of the houses, everybody went about in furs, and the little boys wore scarlet caps and skated on the ice.

The poor little Swallow grew colder and colder, but he would not leave the Prince, he loved him too well. He picked up crumbs outside the baker's door when the baker was not looking and tried to keep himself warm by flapping his wings.

But at last he knew that he was going to die. He had just strength to fly up to the Prince's shoulder once more. "Good-bye, dear Prince!" he murmured, "will you let me kiss your hand?"

"I am glad that you are going to Egypt at last, little Swallow," said the Prince, "you have stayed too long here; but you must kiss me on the lips, for I love you."

"It is not to Egypt that I am going," said the Swallow. "I am going to the House of Death. Death is the brother of Sleep, is he not?"

And he kissed the Happy Prince on the lips, and fell down dead at his feet.

At that moment a curious crack sounded inside the statue, as if something had broken. The fact is that the leaden heart had snapped right in two. It certainly was a dreadfully hard frost.

Early the next morning the Mayor was walking in the square below in company with the Town Councillors. As they passed the column he looked up at the statue: "Dear me! how shabby the Happy Prince looks!" he said.

"How shabby indeed!" cried the Town Councillors, who always agreed with the Mayor; and they went up to look at it.

"The ruby has fallen out of his sword, his eyes are gone, and he is golden no longer," said the Mayor in fact, "he is little better than a beggar!"

"Little better than a beggar," said the Town Councillors.

"And here is actually a dead bird at his feet!" continued the Mayor. "We must really issue a proclamation that birds are not to be allowed to die here." And the Town Clerk made a note of the suggestion.

So they pulled down the statue of the Happy Prince. "As he is no longer beautiful he is no longer useful," said the Art Professor at the University.

Then they melted the statue in a furnace, and the Mayor held a meeting of the Corporation to decide what was to be done with the metal. "We must have another statue, of course," he said, "and it shall be a statue of myself."

"Of myself," said each of the Town Councillors, and they quarrelled. When I last heard of them they were quarrelling still.

"What a strange thing!" said the overseer of the workmen at the foundry. "This broken lead heart will not melt in the furnace. We must throw it away." So they threw it on a dust-heap where the dead Swallow was also lying.

"Bring me the two most precious things in the city," said God to one of His Angels; and the Angel brought Him the leaden heart and the dead bird.

"You have rightly chosen," said God, "for in my garden of Paradise this little bird shall sing for evermore, and in my city of gold the Happy Prince shall praise me."

sunt genial! mi-am gasit un fel de justificare:


Lucian Blaga

Stelelor

C-o mare de îndemnuri şi de oarbe năzuinţi
în mine
mă-nchin luminii voastre, stelelor
şi flăcări de-adorare
îmi ard în ochi, ca-n nişte candele de jertfă.
Fiori ce vin din ţara voastră îmi sărută
cu buze reci de gheaţă trupul.
şi-nmărmurit vă-ntreb:
spre care lumi vă duceţi şi spre ce abisuri?
Pribeag cum sunt,
mă simt azi cel mai singuratic suflet,
şi străbătut de-avânt alerg, dar nu ştiu - unde.
Un singur gând mi-e rază şi putere:
o, stelelor nici voi n-aveţi
în drumul vostru nici o ţintă,
dar poate tocmai de aceea cuceriţi nemărginirea.

deci, faptul ca nu sunt o persoana ambitioasa (asa cum mi se reproseaza uneori de catre diversi), faptul ca par dezinteresat (daca stau bine sa ma gandesc, chiar sunt) si multe alte chestii mici pe care mi-e lene sa mi le amintesc sunt, de fapt, in regula. asa ar trebui sa fie toti oamenii. poate ca lumea ar fi un loc mai bun daca fiecare s-ar multumi cu ce are si nu ar incerca sa obtina mai mult, folosindu-se de orice mijloace, inclusiv de semenii lui, pentru a acumula... cacaturi. oameni buni, nemarginirea este a mea!

am un amic. si amicului astuia i s-a intamplat cu ceva timp in urma un lucru pe care l-a considerat neplacut: ea i-a spus ca cea mai fericita perioada a vietii ei a fost cea in care ei erau "noi". si prietenul meu a fost oarecum daramat de afirmatia asta, picata ca din senin. insa astazi, prietenul asta al meu m-a sunat sa-mi spuna ca s-a trezit cu gandul ca, din punctul lui de vedere, faptul ca a reusit sa faca o persoana atat de fericita (pentru o PERIOADA de timp, nu doar pentru o clipa), reprezinta o realizare majora. m-a surprins, insa tind sa-i dau dreptate...

sa faci un om fericit... mi-ar placea sa mi se intample si mie. insa, uitandu-ma la prietenul meu, nu pot sa nu ma intreb: cu ce pret?!?

sunt frustrat si o recunosc. si, in viclenia mea fara margini, faptul ca recunosc acest lucru legitimeaza un anumit comportament si o anumita atitudine vis-a-vis de viata cotidiana. imi permit sa fiu frustrat, daca tot o recunosc, nu-i asa?!

cum e fetele:

sunt tare curios: o fi gasit?!?

a murit Tatiana Stepa

am citit:

"Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams."

si mi-am adus aminte de o vreme cand totul parea mult mai simplu, o vreme in care cuvintele chiar aveau importanta, puteau naste zambete sau puteau rani aproape mortal, o vreme in care visele erau bunul cel mai de pret (pentru ca inca nu aveam in stapanire universul. asta era insa doar o problema de timp...). si am zambit aducandu-mi aminte ca, intr-adevar, cuvintele au putere.