We would rather die than change or we would rather change than die

Dear Life,

It`s hard to change, it`s hard to make a change when you can stay, it`s hard to be someone else when you cand just be yourself, it`s hard to accept that you are not the one you used to be. Because,guess what? You have changed. You became the one you promised you`d never be: a soppy twister. Actually, that`s the moment when I see the real you, the moment when I understand what a fool I was. You really have to pay those bills, because I`d rather die than change this idea.
It`s hard to become a Barbie girl when I can just be myself, it`s hard to accept you when I can have something more than a puppy, it`s hard to change me in order to change you, it`s hard to move on, but it`s easier than to stay and stare. That`s the moment when you see the real me, the moment when you understand what a fool you were. I really have to pay those bills, because you`d rather change than let those hipothetic feelings you have die. And you know what? You`re in love with the idea of being in love, because I`d become what I said I`d never be: a soppy twister.
You are not upset and the real joke is that neither am I. I forgive you, but I`ll never forget. Because I`d rather die than change the things we`ve done. Everything`s happened for a reason and now I know which it is.
I bet you love this letter. It`s so sarcastic, it`s so ironic, it`s so childish, It`s just like you, darling. Because now I understand why you brought him into my life; you wanted to teach me how changeable we are, how changeable I am. You wanted to teach me death is not death and change is not change because our souls are unchangeable. You can`t change something that never existed.
 It`s like the song, `My heart it`s just too dark to care, I can`t destroy what isn`t there.`
In the end, I only wish you weren`t my friend, so I can hurt you in the end. But you are. If you weren`t, you wouldn`t have shown me all those ugly things. Thank you!
             
                                                                            Sincerely,
                                                                                     Yours unchangeable change.

Mi-e dor

Mi-e dor de-o fata iubita,
de-un nume iubit, de-o
fata albastra si-un
zambet rostit.

Mi-e dor de-o emotie,
de-un sentiment de durere,
de senzatia de frica
ce-o lasi cu placere.

Mi-e dor de-o fata iubita,
de-un nume iubit, de-un
sarut ramas
trei zile dupa
ce magia a ars.

Mi-e dor de-o mangaiere
iubita, de-o strangere
iubita, de-o muscatura
semnata oe-o mana manjita.

Mi-e dor de-o ironie
iubita, de-un prieten
iubit, de-o masa
iubita si rasturnata
de zid.

Mi-am pierdut sufletul.

Joe Cocker

If the doors of perception were cleansed, we would see everything as it really is: infinite

`If the doors of perception were cleansed, we would see everything as it really is: infinite.`
`What`s this?`
`My homework, mom.`
`Oh, I understand. And what do you have in mind right now?`
`I don`t really know. I`m thinking of all those pokerfaces we see everyday.``
OK, develop this!`
`From my point of view, we all wear a mask and maybe, there`s a moment when all those masks become a part of you and of you soul and not even you can feel which  the real `you` is. From this, derives the idea that when you cannot understand who you are, you cannot really see the personality of the one you love, for example.`
`I don`t get the last part.`
`Well, when you have `horse glasses` and you see only what you want, you cannot perceive the real world and your own mask becomes a mask for the people around you.`
`Yes, maybe you`re right, but what about the infinite?`
`Oh, that`s a good question, mom. I`m just a fool little child, but I believe we are infinite.`
` Why do you have such an idea?`
`Because my soul and the feelings which are inside of it are infinite and yours, too. And when all those feelings change into actions, there would be consequences and those consequences will affect the other. That`s why you`ve told me to think before I speak and that`s why I don`t care anymore about the past, I care about the future and the future is now.`
`OK, you`re a smart child.`
`My feelings change into actions and my actions have consequences and all I do remains in your memory, mom. Because the memory will never die, She`s infinite...`
`And now, your homework is finished!`
`And infinite, don`t forget!`

Her letter : The more I get to know humans, the more I get to love dogs

Dear human,

You have the drift to hoot when you should talk, to run when you should walk, but most, galling to be so selfish that even you become beside the point for you. I met you almost sixteen years ago, you were much more alive and I used to think that you feel and that I`m too small for you, but you`re such a twister, my darling, and I was such a fool to let you twist me, but don`t worry, honey, now I really know you. You really like playing, that`s all about; you mess things up and I, foolish heart, fall deeper and deeper day by day for you and that`s kind of a free fall. You, yes you, taught me that life`s about me and, sincerely, at that time, this really sounded like a universal truth, but you`re a liar. Oh, I almost forgot to let fall your favourite game, what a coincidence, soul football. And now, after telling you all those things, I`m sorry to inform you, but I`ve taken one irrevocable decision: we, I mean you and you, should break up, and believe me, darling, this is just a safeguard for my heart, not to become a tic-tac-toc field for you. And in what concerns dogs, those `oh, never let those horrifies human killers touch you`, I take the risk to tell you that `killer`, as they are at least, they never lie, they like bones football, not soul football; they really shut up when they should and, most important, they eat cats, not feelings.
                                                                               So, goodbye!

P.S. You have 2 days to give me back all my private feelings and don`t forget that I left on your desk that alive thing called heart, And, please,  put it in a box and don`t forget to rewrite `fragile` on it.
                                                                             Sincerely yours, Me

Cerul

Am sa ma ridic
catre nori
si-am s-ating
cerul.

Am sa ma-ntalnesc
cu-acea cazatoare
stea,
ce-mi promisese acum
o mie de ani
ca-mi va veghea
povestea.

Am sa te fac sa
te-mpaci
cu dragostea neexplorata.
Nu-i frumos sa fi
tafnos!

Nu am fost o clasica;
nici nu intentionez.
Am s-ating
cerul,
caci pot.

Caimac

Ma priveste cu
o privire tampa de om
care nu intelege
de ce nu intelege.

El ma-ntreaba neincetat
de ce cutreier cuvintele
in lung si-n lat.

El bea cafeaua
cu caimac,
fierbinte, fara zahar;
si urla macabru
ca s-a saturat.

Isi fumeaza tigara,
privindu-ma indescifrabil.
Imi spune ca-s frumoasa
cand cer
un fursec mancabil.

Ii place licenta-mi
poetica
si adora iubirea
platonica.

Ciudatenia nu se poate
exprima in cuvinte.