Asta e de inspiratie mai veche, mai din iarna asa.

Scara in care stam acum e populata de oameni tare simpatici. Ai sentimentul, continuu, ca ai nimerit pe o ulita a unui catun, unde toata lumea se cunoaste, toata lumea stie si comenteaza ce se intampla cu fiecare, iar alimentara de la parter functioneaza perfect pe post de birt.

Asa ca de curand, de cand a dat un pic de caldura soarele de pe cer, se aduna sfatul popular pe bancute si bea cate o berica. Criza, necriza, cert e ca ajunge si pentru bichonelul havanez cate un capacel de bere, care o consuma cu mare pofta, parca ar sti ca astfel se romanizeaza tot mai mult si intra si el in randul lumii in care traieste. Bichonul e proprietatea- banuiesc ca de fapt e cadoul- unei tipe din scara si-l mai scoate bunicul la aer si la o berica din cand in cand. C-asa e pe la noi, stai 2 familii la confort 2, dar ai bichon havanez? Ai! Dar asta e deja alta poveste.

Si ca pomeneam de iarna, pai cand e frig afara, doar nu era sa stea lumea la sfat afara. Centrul activitatilor era beciul. Din balanganitul vizitatorilor care incercau apoi sa ajunga fiecare pe la etajul sau, am tras si concluzia: beciul era pe post de crama. Practic si la obiect, aproape de casa, aprovizionat bine de cu toamna probabil, fara batai de cap. Ce baruri, ce cluburi…oamenii stiu ce au nevoie si si-au creat toate conditiile. Pai, viata d-le!

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Dupa patrunderea deosebita a carnii, oaselor si spiritului (meu) cu leneveala adusa de minivacanta sarbatorilor, revin cu noi momente de criza. Daca ati auzit pe la stiri ca momentul de varf al crizei a si trecut cu luna aprilie, deci mai are o zi, sa stiti ca v-au mintit. Criza nici macar n-a inceput bine…iar daca cumva va faceti griji ca s-ar termina criza financiara, ramane totdeauna surplusul de prostie…care nu doare, din pacate.

Pentru azi…e atat de criza ca au disparut niste km de sosea: venind pe un drum laturalnic intre Colonesti si Pitesti, dorind sa ocolim coloana de cativa zeci de km pana la intrarea pe A1, ajungem undeva la un capat de lume, pe unde intorc si vulturii cum s-ar zice, cu o harta a tarii nu prea exacta in brate, intre Fagetelu si Vedea-cred, verificand si km inscrisi pe borne, sa nu ne ratacim. Se pare insa ca am traversat o zona crepusculara, intr-un minut parcurgand distanta dintre km81 pana la Pitesti, respectiv km30 pana la Pitesti. Cu emotiile de rigoare.

Neavand aparat de foto de cand s-a stricat cel vechi si apoi a venit criza, va trebui sa ma credeti pe cuvant.

Versuri Fatboy Slim – Right here Right Now

Right here, right now
Right here, right now
Right here, right now
Right here, right now

Right here, right now
Right here, right now
Right here, right now
Right here, right now

Waking up to find your love’s not real
Waking up to find your love’s not real
Waking up to find your love’s not real
Waking up to find your love’s not real

Waking up to find your love’s not real
Waking up to find your love’s not real
Waking up to find your love’s not real
Waking up to find your love’s not real

Waking up to find your love’s not real
Waking up to find your love’s not real
Waking up to find your love’s not real
Waking up to find your love’s not real

Waking up to find your love’s not real
Waking up to find your love’s not real
Waking up to find your love’s not real
Waking up to find your love’s not real

Waking up to find your love’s not real
Waking up to find your love’s not real
Waking up to find your love’s not real
Waking up to find your love’s not real

Waking up to find your love’s not real
Waking up to find your love’s not real
Waking up to find your love’s not real
Waking up to find your love’s not real

Waking up to find your love’s not real
Waking up to find your love’s not real
Waking up to find your love’s not real
Waking up to find your love’s not real

Waking up to find your love’s not real
Waking up to find your love’s not real
Waking up to find, waking up to find
Waking up to find, waking up to find

Right here, right now
Right here, right now
Right here, right now
Right here, right now

Right here, right now
Right here, right now
Right here, right now
Right here, right now

Right here, here, here, here
Here, here, here, here
Here, here, here, here
Here, here, here, here

Waking up to find your love’s not real
Waking up to find your love’s not real
Waking up to find your love’s not real
Waking up to find your love’s not real

Waking up to find your love’s not real
Waking up to find your love’s not real
Waking up to find your love’s not real
Waking up to find your love’s not real

Right here, right now
Right here, right now
Right here, right now
Right here, right now

Right here, right now
Right here, right now
Right here, right now
Right here, right now

Right here, here, here, here
Here, here, here, here
Here, here, here, here
Here, here, here, here

Here, here, here, here
Here, here, here, here
Here, here, here, here
Here, here, here, here

- WBC, and who’s this?
- Hey, this is Brad out of, this is Brad out of, this is…
- Now huh, who’s your, who’s your favorite artist, what do you wanna hear?
- Well, huh, my favorite artist right now is Fatboy Slim, that guy kicks ass.
- How tremendous is Fatboy Slim?
- The band of the nineties, if you wanna call it a band,
because it’s a one man name.
- Wow… Fatboy, and you wanna hear that new Fatboy song?
- Absolutely!
- Which one?
- The huh… it’s “funk soul brother, check it out!”
- Sing it, I don’t know which one!
- Right about now… the funk soul brother…
check it out now… the funk soul brother…

Stiati ca … :

Daca esti “unul intr-un milion” in China … mai sunt 1300 de persoane la fel ?
25% din populatia Indiei cu IQ peste medie … Este mai mare decat populatia Statelor Unite ale Americii ?
Cele mai cerute joburi din 2010 … Nu existau in 2004 ?

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