reclame Dedeman de Dragobete

(sau de ce absurdul e mereu prezent la noi acasa)

Dragostea-mi ca sa se vada
Am sa-ti dau in dar o cada.

Ca sa-ti spun ca te iubesc
Motosapa-ti daruiesc.

Te-as lipi sa stai cu mine!
Adeziv iti dau, mai bine …

Tare-mi place dragostea
De-aia-ti cumpar o vopsea.

Esti asa cuceritor
Ca-ti ofer un polizor.

Vorbesc in zadar fiindca te ador
Si iti dau in dar un radiator.

Ti-as da in dar o floare, ti-as darui speranta
Ti-as da si inimioare, mai bine iti dau faianta.

Vocea ta e-o simfonie
Asa ca-ti daruiesc o bucatarie.

Cand apari e primavara
Asa ca-ti dau lampa solara.

Dragostea-i fundamentala
Asa ca-ti cumpar o centrala.

Iubirea e un lucru rar,
Asa ca-ti dau un balansoar.

Te ador si te iubesc,
Gresie iti daruiesc.

Pentru ca tot mai mult te iubesc,
Masina de tuns gazonul iti daruiesc.

Dragostea-i dulce ca o clementina,
Asa ca-ti cumpar mobilier de gradina.

Dragostea-i o valvataie,
Asa ca-ti cumpar un set de baie.

Te iubesc si-ti dau cu dor
Hota, plita si cuptor!

Te iubesc nespus, iti marturiesc.
O betoniera iti daruiesc.

Cand ma certi, eu nu ma supar.
Vata minerala-ti cumpar.

De cum te-am vazut eu te-am iubit,
Asa ca-ti dau masina de gaurit.

Tot mai mult eu te ador
Si-ti dau un rotopercutor.

Te iubesc mai mult ca niciodata
Si-ti cumpar gresie portelanata.

Esti asa seducator
Ca-ti ofer un compresor.

Ai un suflet minunat,
Asa ca-ti dau masina de spalat.

Ai un chip de papusa,
Asa ca-ti dau in dar o usa.

Vocea ta suna ca un refren,
Asa ca-ti cumpar polistiren.

Cand sunt cu tine nici nu pot sa vorbesc,
Asa ca un fierastrau electric iti daruiesc.

Dragostea mea nu-i un foc de paie,
De aia-ti daruiesc un set de baie.

Tot mai mult eu te iubesc,
Cazan pe lemne-ti daruiesc.

Cand ma prinde al dragostei val,
Iti daruiesc un scaun directorial.

 

Decat sa-ti dau ursulet de plus,

Mai bine cadita si cabina de dus.

„To a stranger, my library might seem confusing, even troubling, but to me, its disorder means everything. Why should we organize our books when we read in such joyfully disorganized ways—leaping time period, author, genre; failing to finish books; starting two at once? Why should anything but our own history determine our shelves—and why not preserve that history, as we preserve the books themselves?”

Abigail Deutsch – Song of my Shelf

morti si raniti!

Lucrez la o animatie bazata pe urmatoarea povestire de Daniil Harms (e atata munca pt un minut habar n-aveti :] ):

Symphony no. 1

Once Orlov overate on mashed peas and died. And Krylov, having found out about it, died too. And Spiridonov died on his own accord. And Spiridonov’s wife fell off the cupboard and died too. And Spiridonov’s children drowned in the pond. And Spiridonov’s grandmother took to drink and went off panhandling. And Mikhailov stopped combing and got sick with dandruff. And Kruglov drew a lady with a whip and lost his mind. And Perehrestov was wired 400 roubles and therefore acted with such self-importance that he got fired from his job.

These are all decent people, but they just can’t get on in life on a firm footing.

What’s in a name?…

1st version:
Chico: I would kill anybody for sixpence!
Groucho: Even me?
Chico: You? You are my friend, my brother! I would kill you for nothing!

2nd version:
Chico: I would shave anybody for sixpence!
Groucho: Even me?
Chico: You? You are my friend, my brother! I would shave you for nothing!

din Themerson – Logic, Labels and Flesh