De aceea, va doresc Sarbatori Fericite si un 2008 cu mai putine griji si mai putina indarjire (vorba poantei "ce-i atata vrajba-ntre voi...?")
Daca reusesc sa postez ceva, ma gasiti pe AmazingRace.
Revelion placut.
Mother doesn't know where love has gone,
she says it must be youth that keeps us feeling strong.
See it in her face that's turned to ice,
and when she smiles she shows the lines of sacrifice.
And now I know what they're saying as our sun begins to fade,
and we made our love on wasteland and through the barricades.
Father made my history,
he fought for what he thought would set us somehow free.
They taught me what to say in school,
I learned it off by heart but now that's torn in two.
And now I know what they're saying in the music of the parade,
and we made our love on wasteland and through the barricades.
Born on different sides of life,
but we feel the same and feel all of this strife,
so come to me when I'm asleep and we'll cross the line and dance upon the streets.
And now I know what they're saying as the drums begin to fade,
and we made our love on wasteland and through the barricades.
Oh, turn around and I'll be there,
well there's a scar right through my heart but I'll bare it again.
Oh, I thought we were the human race but we were just another borderline case,
and the stars reach down and tell us that there's always one escape.
Oh, I don't know where love has gone,
and in this troubled land desperation keeps us strong.
Friday's child is full of soul,
with nothing left to lose there's everything to go.
And now I know what they're saying,
it's a terrible beauty we've made,
so we make our love on wasteland and through the barricades.
And now I know what they're saying as our hearts go to their graves,
and we made our love on wasteland and through the barricades
Imaginea de mai sus e un capture screen din Dilema veche.
Sub articolul "Ce avem de spus" de Andrei Plesu apar 5 aduri pozitionate drept mesaje contextuale ETARGET.
Incerc sa inteleg cum au contextualizat ei reclamele intr-un articol care critica lipsa de fond a culturii conversationale romanesti. Iata cateva intrebari ce se impun:
Asta e subiect pentru o teza de doctorat, zau. Articolul integral poate fi citit aici.
Ei cica incearca sa opreasca deforestarea. Dar interesele sunt mult mai mari si dezastrul va continua.
Plantantiile de palmieri, dupa ce ca sunt cladite pe mormantul junglei, nu sunt capabile nici macar sa-i ia locul defunctei paduri. Intr-o plantatie nu pot trai animale salbatice. Cel mult serpi si soparle.
Dupa un timp, solul saraceste (pentru ca iese din circuitul vietii, asa cum dicteaza adesea monoculturile), productia scade si e nevoie de noi terenuri. Care ghiciti de unde sunt luate...de la mama jungla.
Palmierii morti nu sunt buni nici macar pentru cherestea.