L.O.V.E.

Din motive obiective, ce tin de expresivitatea afro-americana, post-ul de azi va contine o serie de paragrafe in limba engleza. NOTA BENE: in citirea lor se va utiliza accentul de Bronx, colt cu Colentina, Sector 5, Niuiorchesti.

Today I jist feel like I wanna talk `bout love. I mean real, capital letter, big fat el-ou-vi-i! Tha's LUV! Ya baby! You see, thaing is - ain't no otha man who can talk `bout luv, like Nat here. Boy, can he talk `bout it! He talks about it like he was there, he tell it like he REALLY means it, what I'm tryina` say is my boy Nat King Cole keeps it sparklin` - you can look at your man and say I luv you when you hear the music, you can look a'cha shorty and go I luv ya baby! You jis listen to that stuff and tell me if that ain't music! If that ain't means you feelin` it! Dawd, if you love, 'fyou eva been in luv - than whenever you hear this song you can't do nofin` but look at yo lady an' say baby girl youise the most beautiful girl out there an' I luv like I can't even tell ya, so I'mma let the King say it better fo' me! Now let's dance!

Printr-o serie de imprejurari ce nu tin neaparat de mine ultimele doua zile am fost singur. Singur in apartament vreau sa spun, singur, singur, singur. (Nici o grija, azi se intoarce). Ei bine - vreau sa spun ca nu e alta priveliste mai trista decat cea a unui tanar casatorit, cu certe inclinatii inspre contemplativitate (adica un polittcaly correct way pentru a denumi demna lene) care a ramas temporar singur. Am slabit vreo sase kilograme (OK, asta nu e tocmai inspre dezavantajul meu), nu m-am mai spalat de vreo luna, barba imi ajunge la genunchi si port aceeasi caciula din decembrie.

Ma rog, ce vreau e sa spun de fapt e ca imi iubesc sotia! Si ca abia astept sa vina acasa, na! (Si ca postul de azi suna a pagina de jurnal - v-am spus eu ca sunt o imagine trista).

Si iata-ne: un pic facut in urma cu 4 luni, de ziua ei. Ce pot sa zic - I am really blessed. Peace out!