Love letter from a nerd!

Ok...so I know it's been a while (alright,it's been ages,you don't have to stick it in my face over and over again) since I last posted and I know I promised I'll be finishing "Erather's Curse" soon,but I've just been busy.

And actually,I was thinking of showing you all with what I've been busy...

Sooo...ready or not,here comes a "Love letter from a nerd!"


It all started some time ago,
When it was,we both know,
And from all that has passed,
I don't really know what to put last. :P

It started with you being lovely,
And a scarf floating troubly (yeah i just made that one up:P),
It started with a laughter and a smile,
So it started,and it's still here for a while.

Weeks came and went,and we both were smoking Kent,
But more important...you made me calm when you stood quiet.
Words where never a problem as we could hear each other with our looks,
And we were happy watching games,maybe even chatting about books.

As autumn came,your need for smoking left,
And our time was being charged of theft,
As there was never a moment when both wished for the other,
And the other faithfully appeared,filled with love as if a mother.

I now give to you this small letter,
In the hope that things will keep getting better,
In the hope that you'll be always there,
Cause I'll always come,if you'll always tell me where.

You've given me so much after all this time,
Most importantly,you took your faith and made it mine,
And this is why I love you to the very bone,
Praying that we'll be sleeping soon...at home.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

There's nothing that I could ask of you (that I haven't asked already:P),nor do I wish more from you.You've given me your very best,and for that I am grateful.
Now,because I'm a nerd,I'm gonna make a small list of what really made me fall for you (and what's been keeping me falling ever since):
1.You always laugh and smile at my jokes.
2.You always comprehend my jokes. (10 points:)) )
3.You can solve the following equation:
+
= 11.11.11 (And that's like amazing @-) )










4.You're TERA(byte) smart b-)
5.You're extremely beautifully.
6.You never tire listening to my babel.
7.The love and warmth you offer me every time your eyes linger upon me.
.
.
.
.
.
912535734723124647687696200001.The way your eyes somehow have a wandering light whenever they stare into mine.

For all of these reasons (and many more) I dedicate this post as a THANK YOU and a reminder (to me:P),so I will never forget all those 912535734723124647687696200001 reasons why you deserve my everything.

I adore the air that you breathe,
I love your smile and your teeth,
I'll always try to make things better,
I'll be there,no matter the weather.

Inspiration:
Cinema(Skrillex Remix)
AND


YOU

P.S.:
Happy anniversary sweetheart!:*:*

Erather's Curse [part 2]

Three days after...

[In a chamber on the topmost of the Aerie Tower,
There stood Erather holding a flower.
He caressed it while dreaming on his own,
Thinking and dreaming of the way he had grown.

The last of his kind,last of the Archmages,
The last after so many days,months and ages...

Ages of hate...
Ages of prejudice...
Ages...of wars.]

Erather:

This world feels no regret in their mistakes,
Feeding so selfishly and cold as if snakes,
I ask of you dear Gods of the skies above,
What is there here more to solve?

Can they not see the things I see?
Can they not feel that which lies imminent in front?

[A moment of silence,
The flower with colors of violence,
Was set floating above,a bit only higher,
Before turning into dust,as it soon burned with fire.]

Erather:

I see flowers still anger the soul in thee.

....

What a pity,they are truly wonderful creations.

...

Come forth Metira,for I sense your presence near,
Or I'd strike you were you are,even though thou is to me dear.

[Another moment of silence,
And something came forth,with no need of guidance,
But with a need to its soul,
As flames were rising to create the body,slowly making it whole.

Five steps separated the now,two figures in The Tower,
A flaming figure and it's host,
Both waiting calmly for the other,
As if it was there and then,and never another.]

Metira:

I went to sleep and suddenly felt the torment in your thoughts.
I would normally go through them and see the cause,
Yet this...this seemed to different.

What is it my dearest of all beings,
Has The Council not gave reason to your words?

Erather:

I wish they'd all burn through an entire millennia.

Metira:

That bad,I suppose?
Well,The Council was never as bright as it claims,
As it never took measures and never ended with the blames.

We are not the kind to be deceived by such treacheries,
And thus we feel no regret to what simple mortals do or choose.

[Strangely,a tension grew between the two,
As if the words themselves were the mask for a battle.
The young mage turned,with a flicker of hope,
And ended sitting straight,holding with both hands a globe.

He stood with the most strangest of objects in his hands,
And gazed,if possible,within the burning flame that covered it.

He stood there,silent and quiet,
His face showing shock,as if witnessing a riot.
Then,with a flicker of his hands,the globe dissipated,
And as he rose his head,the look,was now of something anticipated.

A figure made of smoke and flame stood before him.]

Erather:

There is more to this tale then I'd care to tell...my dear.

[The flaming body's face,for indeed it had a face,changed it's form,
Turning slowly from a picture resembling confidence,
To a desperate look of violance.]

Metira:

Then if thou care to tell me not,
I believe silence should be at hand.
However,do remember that your Council is merely a dot,
And that none should do as they demand.

[Erather shook his head for he did not wish to believe,
The fragment he had seen in the globe were bits he did not conceive,
For how was he to love another that was slowly dying,
When all that came was a fountain left crying?]

Erather's Curse (part 1)

So here we finally are,after much trouble and a lot of pain (inspirational of course) I've finally managed to put together that which I hope to be my newest masterpiece.

Will I succeed?Will it turn out to be brilliant or a pile of fail of epic proportions?

I'll leave it up to you to decide.

Please remember that critic is welcome and I'd really love to hear your opinions and thoughts regarding each part (out of 6) that comes out.

Before I begin I'd like to thank certain people for inspiring me or simply because they never gave up on me,and thus,made all this possible:
-Vic (I know you're gone but if your watching...This one is for you,my dearest friend)
-Mark (Your critic has always helped me even in dark times and I hope that this will satisfy you)
-Adelina (For the inspiration and love that you give,I can only hope that whatever it is I'm doing to keep you that it'll always be the same)
-Maria (For trying to understand the ways in which my mind works..."Don't worry,one day you'll figure it out! :P " ... Thank you for being a close friend through all these years.)

And here we go:

Erather's Curse (part 1)







[In a distant land long before our times,
There stood two Empires joined by crimes,
As once there was Sainorad,city of the Saints,
And its equal was Feverei,city of restraints.

Assassinations and wars were bound to come together,
As these two great cities were kept in battle since forever,
And once every 200 hundred years peace returned for a decade,
When their champions battled in a response to give aid.

Now...that final day is close,
For their anger never sloes.
How will it end,nobody knows,
So we are bound to see how the story goes.]

[Erather,High Archmage of the Saints stood in front
With the Council balancing his words with a grunt,
For he demanded peace between the two forces,
A thought shared by none.]

Erather:

Fair men and women of the Great Council,
I speak before thou both humble and ashamed,
For why must our brethren be covered in blood for so many years,
And leave so many behind,shattered and covered in tears?

Does this state please the Council?
Does it make you all shiver with joy alike,
Or do thou feel remorse and wish to end this threat?

The time to battle the Fevereis draws near with each passing day,
And still thou does not seek a meaning or either a peaceful way!

Must blood be spilled through our palaces and homes?
Must it cover our bodies and our loved ones be covered with it?
Surely there must be a way,
So that our seeds could plant and live to see another day.

[The Council listened to the wise mage's words,
Yet after some time their patience grew tiresome,
As there were plans and political schemes behind the curtains,
Thoughts and ideas that could...that would not be shattered be the words of one.

From them all,Onduin stood up to challenge the warning,
His face displeased,his eyes burning,
Son of a champion he had the right,
And so he performed the sacred rite.]

Onduin:

Dear Council that tires in the light of such babel,
Think not of pleasing the ideas that come during the day,
But rather ponder on it during today's night,
When thou shall come to consider who and when to fight.

As for you Erather,wisest of the mage,
If wise be your gift than how dare thee challenge the decision of the Council,
And mock us all in front.

Never have I witnessed in all my years a disgrace such as this,
When one heeds on many to turn their back on the brightest day of history,
When a few must be sacrificed for the good of others,
A sacrifice they chose on their own behalf.

You are strong young boy,stronger than most,
Yet if thee shall not obey our call,then prepare for the worst!

Erather:

Then let that which is worst come in its own shape and time,
But until then I ask of you to consider a brighter future where none must die,
For their deaths are in vain,
And they will be joined by others,as if a chain.

Onduin:

There,there now,little one.
I see no wisdom in the sounds you share with us,
Yet if you cannot be urged to remain silent,
Then so shall it be,and now,your future I shall now see.

Archmage Erather of the Saints,
I,Onduin,son of Cresteto,hereby invoke the rite,
By which the son of a champion may claim the right on another life,
So that the chosen being will fight on my behalf in the upcoming war.

[A moment of panic stirred the council in turn,
For some might have thought of such an idea
Yet never conceived it to turn true.

For what better champion than Erather should there be chosen?
Who better to rise and fight off the enemies than the strongest of the lands.

None have seen the young one's powers in the heat of battle,
At least none have returned to tell the tale,
Yet legends were told of the fire the young mage possessed,
And that when enraged,even demons stood fiery upon their feet.]

Erather:

...
If mutiny would still be a choice I would plunge in such a thought,
For I come before thee with thoughts of peace and you greet a window of sorrow.

So be it then,
As only sorrow and despair shall be born from this wicked thought.
I,Erather,Archmage of Fire,last of my kind,
Answer to the shout of Onduin,son of Crestoto,
But bow only to his father's right,and not to the blind that stand before me.

[Thus he spoke,and thus he left,
Ashamed as if an innocent accused of theft,
For none had understood his warning,
And all is bound to lie burning.]





Inspiration:
Saltillo- The opening

Right here,now...

So E3's over (long over) but I've been really busy,and then my laptop just...well...FAILED!
Now that I've got it back,and to celebrate its rebirth (it's got a bigger HDD now...long live 500 SATA :"> ) I think "a little something" is needed(also,someone accidentally just reminded me of one of my favorite songs).

So here it goes again:

On a cold and windy mountain,
I sit patiently near the Old Fountain,
Waiting for the sun to break free,
Enjoying every splatter of water on the tree.

The clouds seem restless in their struggle,
To fight one off with the other,
So I smile as I watch them fight,
For the sun is waiting,behind,in sight.

I shout its name eager for some light,
And so I slowly scare away the night.
"I love it that you always come back my friend,
And with your light,all that is wrong you seem to mend!"

P.S.:
There's rhyme where words seem to lack,
As not all that is good must leave a track,
And fear not if words don't seem to flow,
They will,as if feelings...they all will grow.

Inspiration:
John Butler Trio-Ocean

E3

Catre toti cei disperati/obsedati/interesati/curiosi de industria jocurilor, gametrailers.com va avea un stream live pe site-ul lor incepand cu ora 15:00 GMT0,deci de la ora 18:00 la noi (GMT +3).

Printre evenimentele de astazi (Luni,6 iunie) se numara urmatoarele(a se nota ca ele sunt in ordine crescatoare in functie de ora la care vor fi difuzate):

-Xbox 360 conference (Gears of War 3,Forza 4,Star Wars Kinect si multe altele)

-Modern Warfare 3,Skyrim,Batman,Bioshock

-EA 2011 preview(BATTLEFIELD 3, MASS EFFECT 3, NEED FOR SPEED: THE RUN, SSX, MADDEN NFL 12, FIFA 12 si altele)

-Ubisoft 2011 E3 Briefing (ASSASSINS’ CREED: REVELATIONS, GHOST RECON FUTURE SOLDIER and more)

-Peter Moore, Don Mattrick, Hitman: Absolution, Darkness II, and Deus Ex: Human Revolution

-Sony E3 Press Conference(UNCHARTED 3: DRAKE’S DECEPTION and RESISTANCE 3 si sa nu uitam de noua lor consola Sony NGP.

-Finalul zilei se incheie cu Tim Willits de la id software (seria Doom) cu un demo in exclusivitate a noului lor FPS numit RAGE!

Vizionare placuta tuturor celor interesati!

The sapling...

Ha! :P

[Life is sometimes better than the truth,
Better even than the brush that brushes the tooth.]


Lovely,charming,and with a taste so sweet,
I'm somehow of a vampire,with the need to sink my teeth,
As when I was straying I stumbled upon,
My very own room,with a throne and a crown.

Imagine my delight to be named king on such short notice,
As if the mightiest of the imps in a world filled with lotus.



~~~~~

Incet si cu buzele moi,strainul isi aprinse ultima tigara.Noroc de lumina tigaretei de se mai vedea ceva in compartimentul din al 5-lea vagon.Era singur si parca cufundat in vise si ganduri mai obscure decat bezna ce il inconjura pretutindeni.Incet,unul cate unul,valurile de fum curgeau necontenit din spatele buzelor acum uscate.

"Auzi baiete,nu stii ca aici nu se fumeaza?"-spuse o figura proaspat aparuta la intrarea compartimentului.

"Mai am un fum!"-raspunse tanarul,mintind cu jumatatea de tigara intre degete.

Incet,parca mai incet,fumul se asorta cu gandurile ce il bantuiau pe tanarul fumator de langa geam.Trecusera 5 zile de cand isi luase ramas bun de la fetita in rochia galbena si totusi el nu putea accepta gandul separarii."De ce?" se intreba totusi..."Doar sincer eram in fata ei si sincer i-am spus sa ma urasca pentru ca plec".Acest gand impingea cu nerusinare oricare altul si isi facea mereu loc,incet,inauntru."Durerea trebuie simtita atunci cand te ranesti sau cand pierzi ceva,nu cand lasi de bunavoie".Se contrazicea din nou,la fel cum facuse de-a lungul intregului drum.Se intorcea inapoi la tara,la fata cu rochia galbena in speranta ca va putea pune capat tuturor intrebarilor ce fierbeau de nerabdare sa fie puse.

Dormea cu ochii deschisi visand la sori si astre,la flori multi-colorate si cirezi de cai.Simtea in aer miros de cirese,desi le detesta inca de cand era copil."Sunt prins in intuneric si stagnez cu gandul la cirese...halal despartire!" isi spuse cu amar uitandu-se pe geam la luminile din departare.Era aproape.

"Auzi...dar tu chiar nu ai de gand sa stingi o data tigara aia imputita?" spuse aceeasi figura masiva care statea vis-a-vis de el in compartiment.

"Mai am un fum..."



P.S.:
He who guesses gets to choose,
Whether going to win or going to loose,
Yet he who feels knows best,
For he shall choose wiser than the rest.

Inspiration:
Rusko feat Amber- Hold on
(un tablou:P)

A sign of remorse

["Wherever there's love...it's all a matter of vengeance"-Vic]

So a big HY to all of you angry readers (birds?!) and let's get going.

Lately so much has been happening that I haven't really had time to write down everything,so...unfortunately for all of you...I'm just gonna post something that cleverly (and yes...CLEVERLY once more:P ) encompasses absolutely everything.

Enjoy

There's an ocean on which birds do not sail,
And there are deserts upon which lies no tail,
Just empty bottles,covered with bones and rust,
An old book shelf,with spiders and dust.

The lights in my head have never left me,
The sound,the smell...they're all there!
Deep...
Deeper...
Deeper inside,it's there and beating,
A torment of memories,a mirror of visions.

They shout and they haunt,
They keep screaming with a sound,so sweet,
Yet screaming loud,louder through their teeth,
Until the message is clear,and the thought lies caught.

I suddenly feel the urge for a bowl of emotion,
Something to turn and put my blood in motion,
Yet I lay quiet near the broom,
In an empty and dark room.

Another vision lingers still in my head...

There's blue and there's red alike,
It's a panther waiting to strike
Waiting for a soul to lower its guard,
To jump in fast,and embrace it hard!

P.S.:
There's a moment and a time for everything,
There's a song and a name for any string,
There's a here and a there,and they're so far apart,
Yet is there a human heart?

Inspiration:

Something deep...

[Only the dumb have faith in the blind...]

Hy there. I'd really love to chit-chat and write some intro lines but I just wanna get straight to it as inspiration is at hand;)

So...Enjoy!! :D








Glimmer and hope,be joined alike,
Sacrifice yourselves into the evening's spike,
For many stars must still endure,
While mine lies only pure.

If ever there was a pit so deep
That never could be touched by any feet,
Than know now that I have reached the bottom,
And dear oh dear,it's as if falling on cotton.

Fear not and let a hand by held,
Let it join,let it simply be weld,
And no more shall there be a lonely beach,
But one for both,and another for each.


P.S.:
I know how it feels and how it hurts,
Although I love it more when that smile appears,
When all is at peace,and you are stripped of fears,
The sound of your voice,a thousand concerts.

Inspiration
Pearl & The Puppets-Because I do
(:P)

Beneath

["If God exists,then I pity the dying heroes that are lost of hope"-Vic]

Bla bla bla...

Enjoy:P :

Beneath it all,lies only waste

There's a place I can taste,
There's something nice that waits for the dice,
There's more if we go to war,
And yet beneath it all,there might be nothing.

Time has passed,and change was inevitable,
The dice are rolled.
"What should the lucky number be?" I wonder,
"Should be I praying for a two or a twelve?".

I could easily win as I could lose,
Yet,a moment is a muse,while the other is confuse.
Thus,the wait begins,
And what a wait it will be!.

P.S.:
I will not rearrange the world,
And nor will I bribe the referee.
I might make a difference,make it whirled,
If only you could see!

Inspiration
Moby-Whispering Wind

Beautiful sunset...

[So you say that you're right?... Do you even know why?]

Alrighty then,so here comes something different.
It has really been a while since I last wrote something like this,yet recent events gave me reason.

Hope you all enjoy!








Funny isn't it?
Funny how beauty can be joined by pain,
And still be as pure as the dropping rain.

I've witnessed several sunsets of an epic scale in their beauty,
And several of them have even laid a print on me,
Yet long has it been since I watched a suffering covered in eternal light,
As if any sign of hurt was merely another falling star in the night.

Now...

I stare and I embrace that who has no name,
That being that faces turmoil and calm the same.
Not a sound nor a screech does she give fray,
But breaths so slow,and sweet,or so to say.

It needs no help for it can save its own,
It can heal itself,starting from flesh and ending to bone,
And I can think of nothing that could harm her more,
Then the simple thought of going to war.


P.S.:
A pair,joined as one,
Impossible to be undone,
For that which is bound,
Is forever tied to the ground.

Inspiration:
Kleerup feat Lykke Li-Until we bleed

Something in return

[Nearer and nearer...the thought of death always grows dearer and dearer]

"So you liked the last one?"

"Yeah...it was kinda deep when you analyzed it."

"What do you think the next should be about?"

"Try doing something as deep as the last one but this time,focus on the thought of death."

"Hmm...Will do!"

So this it :P

Hope you all enjoy (and if not...blame Mark;)) ):








Why won't you look at me
And why do you keep screaming at what you see?
Why won't you hug me in your arms,
And what's with all these alarms?

You're awfully quiet for someone that is in love,
And quite strange as you evade me by looking above.

I wish for you,can't you hear me,
And why are you begging to the ceiling to be free?

Wait...
What do you plan to do with that knife...

...

Don't...

...

Charlesss!!!!!!!!!!

...
...
...
..
.


Why on Earth would you do that?
Why is the body lying flat?

Ohh dear,what have we done?
We'd best just throw the gun and run!

You did it,but I was guilty for not stopping you,
As when I shouted,the wind blew.

...
...


Alas,at least now you're on the floor besides another body,
Looking straight into my eyes with the same cold expression.
We're finally joined,our hands together,near our favorite flower,
For I was already lying here...for over an hour.

P.S.:
Is there a choice or a chosen,
Is it ice or have you frozen?
At once it started pouring rain,
Yet you were covered,leaving only a strain.

Inspiration:
Life
(think it's like the 5th time but hey...who's countin')

Doesn't it? ... Don't you?

Got really good feedback from the previous post (really appreciate the support and thumbs up :P ) so I think I'll throw in another one (just for the fun of it:D )






[Doesn't it]
Let it be known that change is the world's newest governor,
And all that lies static is simply but a foreigner!

Let it be known that so few things are now impressive,
And for a chance to succeed you must be new and aggressive!

Yesss...
I have marveled at this painting once before,
Stunned to the ground by all the lack of colors that resided,
For all there was to see where merely shapes of all sizes,
As if a riddle wishing to be unmasked,wanting to be solved.

Doesn't it hurt when you check the windows in the streets,
And pause for a moment,shocked by the image in front that your eye meets,
Shocked because of the immediate urge to change if only a falling lump of hair?
Doesn't it hurt or won't you even dare?

[Don't you]

"What will you do when my life will come to its end,
When death shall greet me and my head slowly bend?"

"What will you do when the unfavored ones sit and rot in disease,
A disease represented by human nature,that cuts away all the trees?"

Noooo...
If once I was married to a beautiful sin in heaven,
And split up with a divorce when I reached seven,
Then how dare you look at me with such sin now,
As if I am the meat that hangs on a sacred cow?

Don't you know the feeling of emptiness when gazing in,
That feeling as if there's no air around,but something thin,
A something that is missing,a something that is needed?
Don't you wish for something or have you already succeeded?

P.S.:
To some,words are never enough,
To others,they're just water in a cup,
Alas,when the out world meets the inner world,
Then shall the planets collide...whirled!

Inspiration:
Massive Attack-Paradise Circus(Zeds Dead Remix)
[yup...it simply inspires me:P]

Crossroads

[There are no addicts...only drugs]

As it's been a while,I'll just go ahead and write somethin'...

Hope you all enjoy :P

Wild like the heaviest clouds that swirl across the sky,
Filled with anger and remorse,so is the life of those that refuse to try,
Those that have refused to give heed to their souls call,
And it is because of their disobedience that they shall one day fall.

Birds fly because they want and because they can,
So why then won't you lend your hand?
Is it out of fear that you twist and cry,
Or do you simply think the worse,and never try...

There's no excuse and no straight path towards sin!
It's not as if you simply crossed roads while at the inn,
Found a fairy and rapped it of its beauty,
And claimed it all in the name of "duty.

In the end,I feel the fear that drenches the streets I stamp on every day;
And wonder whether it hurts you the same as it hurts me today;
I live my life and this will always be my way,
Yet will you simply be tossed as the other lay?

P.S.:
Worm and parcel with the lay,
Turn and serve the other way,
For that lady that chose silence,
A wonder simply begging for violence...

Inspiration:
Massive Attack-Paradise Circus (Zeds Dead Remix)

So...you wanna be reborn?!

["It is undisputed whether or not humanity would choose life when confronted with self-destruction"-Vic]

You are sick of stress,
And so am I,
You hate what is fake,
And thus you begin to tell the truth from lies.

You look so tired sometimes,as if you could barely walk,
And when waking in the night,all you can see is the dark.
Yet feel no fear my dear,
For your path shall soon be clear.

It takes only but a moment,
Sometimes simply just a glance,
To rid thyself of all that you carry,
And bury that which lies restless.

Freezing clocks

["Just because the clock freezes,that doesn't mean that time has stopped."-Vic]

You are all alone,
As they let you go,
Left with a meaning and a name,
With a bag and a pocket of blame.

Are you tempeted to surrender?
Are you waiting for the dream to end?
If so,then it is only you that deserves the blame,
As the dream is fake,and you shall never wake.

If you trust a soul in the world,
Not two,nor three or more,but one,
Then dedicate a lifetime of selflishness to either him or her,
For no one will see you more younger,smarter or better as your chosen trusted.

Beware the...ME?!

["In time of peril or danger,instincts tell us to flee and reach safety,yet "safety" is merely our own way of falling in the real trap" -Vic]

Broken bits and pieces fall crumbling from the ceiling
As the sky lays its heavy burdens on the roofs.
We all pray towards the sky,thinking of our Gods,
But never do we conceive that the sky might be saturated by our wishes.

Belief is like a fresh piece of bred,
As it slowly disintegrates with the passing of time,
Like the course of a strange poem,stripped of rhyme,
In the hands of a reader that knows the ending ahead.

In conclusion,we should be reticent to judge,
For no one comes and goes and some don't even fudge,
So I blast and curse them all alike,
And in my delusion I dream of their heads on a spike.

["People find the problems they think they have instead of not thinking and just looking."-Vic]

Here it comes...the first REAL post of 2011...Ready or not,this is what still remains:

Is there not another realm to which we can seek refuge,
To a something more real than reality,something bigger than huge,
To where the past is still prezent and the horros are unknown,
To where there is no king,nor crown,where all is a mystery and nothing is known.

What is it that we call "matter" when we rise from dust and to dust we all return,
As we are us only because we know our names after we are born,
Shattered right after by stories that are left untold,
Playing our cards with patience,even though in the end we fold.

I feel my misery covered by grief,
I feel my peace now stolen by my thief,
I conceive life as the race towards defeat,
To be honest,we barely are more than a piece of meat.

Inspiration:
Panic Chanel - Listen

Tribute...

[Firstly,before starting,I'd really like to share an announcement...
Since of yesterday,the breaths of a most dear friend have stopped.Some knew him by Claustrofob,although his closest of friends named him Vic (from Victor).
For those of you that do not know who Victor was or haven't had the chance to meet this genius in human form,I will tell you this much:

Victor was an orphan from the age of five and after the death of his last relative (his grandfather) he was given to child care.Since then,this once orphan managed to step higher and higher between the ranks of his fellow siblings (12th times top of his class) and continued so in his years of university.After finishing his NBA in a Computer Programming field he got to one of the most prestigious ranks a programmer could ever dream of.

It is not wrong to say that he worked hard and be sure that his journey to the top of the mountain was though,yet it was his intelligence altogether with his perseverance,his will to go further than any had ever went and pushing the limits further,his never-ending flow of energy and nonetheless,his smile in either rainy or sunny,joyful or painful days that kept both him and everyone around him moving.

He was everything in the world for me.I could never see him as simply one individual.
Vic was as close as a brother,as concerned as a father,as loving as a mother and,to my privilege,he was my friend.

My words are meaningless when trying to describe what a miracle he was for me and many others (I am sure),yet know that never have I loved another human being,and never have I cared for another as I felt all of these and plenty more for Victor.

I wish I had spent more time with you my friend,I wish I had had the opportunity to learn more from you,I hope you can forgive me if I ever did you wrong,but most of all,I wish you rest in peace my dear friend and know that you will forever live within me (guiding me hopefully) and the lives you have touched with your brilliant mind,your creativity and your determination to make good out of wrong and better out of good.
It is him to who I dedicate this post and many more to come in the future.

I would to ask from you (stranger or friend) not more than three things:


1.In honor of Victor's life,I would ask a moment of silence from all of you,time in which we may all pray in his name as a small, yet well deserved sign of respect to one of the most incredible men that I have met throughout my life.





*Thank you*

2.As one of his favorite hobbies (actually a great part of his life),Victor enjoyed music (especially the sounds bound to the strings of a guitar).
For those of you who knew him (and even the ones that do not),I would like you to remember his favorite song.

Dave Navvaro-Rexall
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wpfDARU75FI&feature=related
[Don't worry Vic...you were and always will be better...]


3.I would like to share something a small piece he once wrote to me.If possible,I would really appreciate it if no one copied this small piece of text(which I permitted myself to translate in English as best as I could).It reads as follows:

English:
"In the end they shall see the light and all that was once great and now extinct shall rebound into the hearts and minds of all:'I shall honor my legacy.','I am wrong yet I at least I can tell.','If I ever was to blame someone,then I would be the one blaming myself for wanting to blame in the first place.','I am superior to none...I might just simply know more.'.In the end,these thoughts will be the only ones that will matter,but...until then...I'LL GIVE LIFE ONE HELL OF A RIDE!"

Romana:
"In cele din urma vor vedea cu totii lumina, iar atunci,tot ce a fost maret candva (dar de mult disparut in zilele noastre) va reveni in inimile si gandurile tuturor:'-Imi voi onora mostenirea.','Am gresit dar,cel putin, pot vedea acum.','Daca ar fi sa dau vina pe cineva,nu as invinui pe nimeni decat pe mine insumi pentru dorinta de a acuza.','Nu sunt superior nimanui...Eu doar stiu mai multe decat ceilalti.'.La final,doar gandurile acestea vor fi singurele care vor conta dar pana atunci...IMI VOI FACE DE CAP!"



May God rest his soul in peace.]




Greetings to one and all as it's been a while...

Really missed writing on this wall and from now on,whenever I shall have the time,I promise to write,and never let go.


I'd like to give a heads-up and special thanks to the people that have made my return to the blog from impossibility to certainty:
1.Victor
2.Eva
3.Andreea
4.George

I owe it all to you and I think it is enough to say that I'll always be in your debt.


Because of the terrible events written above,today shall be an empty post.

See you all on another day,

Cheerios

Inspiration:
Vic