Unde-s pistoalele, unde-s pumnalele, // Caii şi flintele haiducilor… (Tataee): Sunt aici, la mine sub tricou, // Răsună-n mintea mea zi de zi ca un ecou… Să sufăr eu pentru voi?... O zic din nou… // Bag pula-n lume şi v-o fac cadou!
-pe cat puneti pariu,ca sub tricou,tataee are burta?
-constatarea e ca,bug mafia isi baga pula'n lume si o face cadou de cand ma stiu,deci nimic nou!
-o alta constatare,viata mea sociala e nula
un citat,pentru end'u prin care am trecut
So, what have we learned? What’s the lesson for today, for all the never-ending days and restless nights in Oz? That morality is transient? That virtue cannot exist without violence? That to be honest is to be flawed? That the giving and taking of love both debases and elevates us? That God or Allah or Yahweh has answers to questions we dare not even ask? The story is simple. A man lives in prison and dies. How he dies…that’s easy. The who and the why is the complex part…the human part…the only part worth knowing. Peace.
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