Replici Random.

“Da’ mori odata..”

“Arzi in iad”

“Ce ti-a dat-o dracu’”

” E funky asta…”

“Ti-o dadeam ba, dadusem trei headuri”

” I’m back, baby”

“Mama, ce i-ai dat-o”

“AAAAAoleo, ce-i acolo, manca-v-as”

“Moama cu lama, nebunule”

“Muriiiiiiiiiti”

“Eu ii zic in dreapta, el – batman”

“Ba, ala-i…”

“12 hp aaaaa. aaa. urechea mea.”

“FMC tragea in mine ca tampitu’ si nu m-a luat”

” unspe cu cinci”

“Bai, nene, am zis ca-ai murit si n-am mai tras”

“Fasole, du-te terro, te rog”

“Ma duceam cu lama pe el”

“Baga-mi-as awp-u’ in…”

“Lavinia..killing SPREE!”

“PuZZy a ucis-o pe Lavinia”

“Pandar infect”

“Lasa-mi-l mie”

“Esti prea zeu, Fratila”

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replici de anul trecut de cînd jucau colegii mei cs, culese şi transcrise  de lala.

Placebooooooo….

Kitty litter de pe battle for the sun

Turn into something beautiful

She violently put down the novel she was reading and after the thud make by the hardback copy of Welsh’s “Trainspotting” she stood up glancing across the room. Frank looked up from his portable game console in a puzzled way only to meet Jillian’s almond shaped hazel eyes.

“Somethin’ wrong, Jill?” the shy sounds got to the other end of the room and the reply slipped out from her lips as she was making up a plausible excuse “It’s that wuddayacallit?” she spoke as she crawled back into the vintage armchair shifting her feet up under her and adjusting them with her left hand ”That state when you get annoyed by meaningless things” Her eyes followed the path of light up to the ceiling where the incandescent light bulb forced her to frown and close her eyes seeing cream and lilac floating circles behind her eyelids. “It’s love, infatuation, the perfect setting for vulnerability” she savagely concluded as if she was reading it out of a book. Frank compassionately smiled and put down his jet black console which made a last bleeping sound before automatically turning off. She was still facing up with her eyes shut but all the muscles in her face were serenely relaxed and gave away a hint of a smile.

In an effort to surprise her, Frank tiptoed behind her and, within a second, lifted her up from her place and carried her around the room. “You crazy? Gosh, you scared me to death, kid” she laughed till she started hiccupping and after dropping her on the sofa, Frank rushed to the kitchen to get her a glass of water. When he got back Jillian was trying to stop breathing for a few seconds – an old trick she knew that was supposed to make her hiccups go away. It didn’t work, but the water did. “Okay, so now that you’re not dying anymore, you’ll tell me everything that bothers you, we have plenty of time before Mona gets here” he said holding her cold arm “you need to get it of your chest, maybe we can help” he smiled. He always had this wonderful smile that just made your day. “and besides, we guys also like to chat and gossip from time to time”

Jill almost felt like crying, her heartbeats were getting so fast and loud she feared they would become audible. She slipped her arm out of his hand almost shivering when their fingers stroke against one another. “You’re a terrific friend, y’know, you don’t have to do this” she babbled as she watched him lit two cigarettes and giving her one. She stared at the long, skeletal thing, dragged and then put her hand out to get the ashtray closer to them. “It’s this guy I’ve known for a while and I just realized I like him. No. Not like, love, I don’t know, I feel so stupid. I mean, how do I know it’s love? It’s just…umm…” she got up and stopped in front of the book shelf. Taking out the dictionary she returned flipping pages rapidly. “Lemme see, L..La, later, lead, left, license, loutish, lovable, love. Here it is! Love” Jillian silently read the entry while Frank was trying to get a glimpse of what exactly was she reading. “I feel for him the following: I feel attracted to him, I cherish him, I adore him, I’m fond of him, I long for him, I am infatuated with him” she proudly recited. “The trouble is that I know he notices me, but he doesn’t just notice me as a girl, but as a friend. Sure, that’s important, but it’s not all that I want.” She paused to sip some more water. Frank nodded “Yeah, I get your point, but I’m sure you could just talk to the guy and maybe he’d want to go out with you. I mean, just look at yourself: you’re pretty, smart, witty, a lot of people like you, you don’t get to crazy over stuff, and you read a lot of cool stuff. Y’know, if I were a girl, I’d hope to be just like you…maybe without the name, I’d call myself Miriam or Phoebe, instead” she giggled and stubbed out her cigarette. Maybe it wasn’t going to be so painful after all, maybe she was overreacting. Maybe this was his way of showing her he knew what everything was about, but tried to bait her into talking.

“What’s he like? Your mysterious anonymous future-lover.” Frank’s remark made her eyes flicker with confusion “future lover”. She lit two more cigarettes and handed him one. “Well, he’s a sweet guy, he notices stuff, he remembers birthdays, calls when you’re sick. He’s the athletic type, really sporty and he looks good, too. He doesn’t read that much, interested in mathematics, spent one year writing horrible poetry and had a band, but that didn’t work out either. He’s slightly older than I am, a bit taller and really fit.” She dragged on her cigarette and almost choked as Frank enviously added “He sounds like a hell of a nice guy, I hope it works out for you, but tell me, how does this in-fa-tua-tion of yours act, what do you do differently? How is it affecting you?”

She clutched the cigarette almost snapping it in half and looked over at him through the silvery hazy curtain of smoke. It was the big moment and she had to make sure it was going to be worthwhile. “He gives me butterflies, about 14 of them. I’ve named them all: Flora, Nina and so on. He makes me feel I’m not good enough and makes me wanna try harder. He makes me take detours just so I could get to spot him around. He makes me feel I can rewrite the lyrics he wrote and make them have a meaning. I talk to him inside of my mind and I imagine he is watching me. Whenever he smiles over I feel pretty. Every time when I go to bed I close my eyes and open them in the dark imagining he was on the other side of the bed and I could turn around and watch him sleep. He is that person I think of before sleeping and he is the one that makes me think that all the other times I’ve fallen in love nothing was so intense. He is my fuel, he gets me to wake up early just by the thought that we would see each other.” She stopped, breathed in and pushed her cigarette in the ashtray. “That’s impressive” Frank had the courage to break the silence “I see no reason why you shouldn’t tell him. I don’t know if any girl ever felt like this about me and you made me curious like hell. You really need to show me who this lucky guy is.”

The doorbell rang, Jillian shrugged her shoulders “Mona, she’s early, I’d better go get it” Frank said in one quick breath. As he was preparing to get up she caught hold of his sleeve and made him stop and turn around and look at her. All she could do was murmur with her eyes filled with tears “It’s you, the mysterious and the anonymous you…”He got up to open the door and let Mona in. It seemed awkward to see her so happy and didn’t even listen to what she said, he just noticed 3 pieces of paper – the tickets for the movie they were going to. She walked into the lobby and gave a hug to Jill who had her coat on and was ready to go. Mona turned to Frank and told him to go fetch something warm and meet them in the car parked in the driveway. Frank closed the door behind them and went to get his cigarettes, the lighter and also picked up Jillian’s glass. He walked to the kitchen and washed the glass but then he dropped it and it shattered on the floor, breaking into 14 pieces. “Nina, Flora…” he whispered blankly.

L.I.

Lolita.

„Lolita” – romanul semnătură al prozatorului rus Vladimir Nabokov, a fost publicat în 1955. Nabokov a fost un scriitor ce a publicat multe romane şi a făcut şi diverse traduceri. Printre cele mai reprezentative scrieri se regăsesc „Vrăjitorul”, „Camera obscură”, „Pnin”, „Maşenka”, „Invitaţie la eşafod”, „Clipa de curaj”, „Apărarea Lujin”, „Ada sau Ardoarea”. Are abilitatea de a construi personaje fabuloase şi complexe ce au cel puţin o trăsătură în comun, cea a inadaptabilităţii. „Lolita” este cel mai celebru roman al lui Vladimir Nabokov.

În vara anului 1947, profesorul de literatură Humbert Humbert ajunge în orăşelul Ramsdale din New England pentru a petrece o mini-vacanţă în compania unor prieteni, familia McCoo. Ajuns la faţa locului află  că familia nu-l mai poate găzdui din cauza unei probleme, aşa că profesorul ajunge să stea la doamna Charlotte Haze, temporar. Humbert deja îşi face planuri de plecare, când, în grădină, se iveşte Dolores, fiica de 12 ani a văduvei Haze. Lo cea băieţoasă, dezordonată şi obraznică a Charlottei devine Lolita cea proaspătă, energică şi haioasă a lui H.H.. Annabell, iubita lui din adolescenţă se reîntrupează în Lolita în momentul în care Humbert o vede pentru prima dată. Dar Lolita nu devine Annabell a doua, ci este plasată în vârful piramidei şi toate nimfetele se raportează la ea.

Viaţa lui Humbert devine un coşmar mascat în trupul unui vis. Reveria nu durează prea mult şi deşi viaţa îi oferă nenumărate şanse, povestea eşuează. Lirismul erosului şi al anticipării din prima partea se transformă brusc în prozaicul apropierii şi al monotoniei. Ipostaza cea mai frumoasă a iubitei se realizează doar în momentele in care ea lipseşte, când, cuprins de dor, profesorul o visează mereu înfloritoare şi minunată. Totul este sacrificat doar pentru interiorul strălucitor al buzei ei inferioare, pentru curbura spatelui suplu şi pentru puful de pe umerii ei bronzaţi – vitaminele unei nebunii artistice. Artistul si nebunul fiind singurele specii capabile să deosebească nimfeta. Între timp, profesorul uită de studiul cărţilor, Dolores devine cartea sa de căpătâi, singura ce merită studiul. Carte a pasiunii proaspete şi înşelătoare cu tot atât de multe feţe câte pagini. Lolita devine scopul, calea şi consecinţa unei vieţi până la sfârşitul ei tragic.

„Lolita” are puterea, ca orice carte excelentă, de a te convinge că personajul principal – indiferent cât de monstruos acţionează  şi gândeşte – îţi poate fi cel mai bun prieten. H.H. are ca trăsătură principală a modului în care narează, sinceritatea netrucată şi stilul confidenţial şi unic al relatării sale, tipice pentru scrierile de tipul jurnalului.

Nabokov are şi meritul că reuşeşte să conceapă personaje extraordinare şi mânuieşte limbile în care scrie (engleza, franceza, germana şi rusa) cu mobilitatea acrobatului, reuşind astfel să cuprindă în paginile scrierii sale o comedie, o tragedie, un jurnal erotic, un jurnal de dragoste şi un vast tratat psihologic.

Comedia este sesizată după citirea romanului. Ea are ca factori declanşatori jocul înşelătoriei, regretul şi autopsihanaliza lucidă a lui Humbert Humbert, cauze ce sunt împletite elegant şi lejer precum suplele cosiţe de chihlimbar ale Lolitei. Cosiţe ce îşi pierd strălucirea.

Lolita, Lo, Lo, Dolores, Lola, Lo, Lolita, Lolita…

Il neige, le décor s’écroule, Lolita!

Lolita, qu’ai-je fait de ta vie?

(Ninge, decorul se prăbuşeşte, Lolita!

Lolita, ce-am făcut cu viaţa ta?)

 

il gasiti si la adresa aceasta.

O zi de şcoală.

O zi de şcoală uşor atipică.  De fapt, mint. A fost o zi normală, doar că nu am mai scris despre zilele de liceu. Nu prea.

E vorba de ora de fizică, aşa zic eu. Eu – artista, boema de mine. Nu inţeleg mai nimic şi nici nu mă străduiesc – nu văd rostul. Stau in prima bancă, la geam si copiez cuminte şi mecanic ce scrie pe tablă. E frumos şi liniştitor să-ţi verşi conţinutul tablei în caiet.

Uneori preiau exemplul Irenei şi încep să scriu poveşti pe bucăţi de caiete, dar azi nu. Aş fi început să scriu, dar Irene nu făcea asta aşa că am lăsat baltă creaţia in favoarea unor ecuaţii fără sens. Într-un moment de uşoară reverie m-am trezit punându-mi următoarea problemă: dacă aş putea sta mai comod în bancă? Aş putea. Aşa că m-am întors spre dreapta cu 9o de grade. Mi-am reconfigurat poziţia astfel încât să stau în eternul stil lotus. Stăteam cu spatele lipit de calorifer, cu capul lăsat pe spate, pe pervaz şi puteam să şi scriu aşa.

Nu-mi dau seama cum de nu m-am gândit la asta mai de mult. Trebuie să recunosc că după 10 minute îmi amorţise un picior, dar stătusem bine. Beneficiam de o nouă perspectivă, vedeam clasa altfel şi chiar simţeam că domin spaţiul acela în care o decimală face diferenţa. Doar pentru că experimentam ceva inedit, era şi un minin grad de risc – să nu fiu observată că stăteam cu un genunchi la nivelul băncii.

Problemele tot indescifrabile au rămas, Irene doar şi-a completat colecţia de versuri din melodiile ei favorite pe marginea caietului, în stânga liniei de aliniere. Am mai desenat un grafic, două. Ele mă interesau pentru că nu aveam rigla şi aşa demonstram abiliţăţile mele extraordinare la a trasa o linie dreaptă. S-a sunat în mijlocul problemei – nu mi-ar păsa, dar data viitoare am test. Oricum, am deja un 8. Voi supravieţui.

Păcat, însă, că nu voi putea să stau în noul fel descoperit astăzi.

Monet.

When you wake up confused and feel that you are betraying the duvet by slipping from under it there’s not much that could indicate something will happen.

I’m finally dressed and have zipped my wind-proof jacket up to under my nose. The icy air will refresh me, but it won’t harm me. Walking down the two twelve-step staircases, I check my pockets. It was Wednesday, that Wednesday.

I walk across to the newsagent’s and take a glimpse at the tastefully coloured army of cigarette packs and then some of today’s papers under a scratched plastic cover.

I am there. One question away from it. I ask for the newspaper I want and press my red fingers against the note I’ve just placed on the counter. I get the paper containing all the possible things in the world that could go wrong and on top lays the album. White letters elegantly read “Monet” on a gentle splash of blue. I get my change and walk away. I turn it around and on the back cover of my hardback copy is the list of the painters that will have albums published on. Monet’s impressionist work in contained in number 5, the remaining thirteen are mainly ‘the usual’ – Picasso, Van Gogh. The final album in the series brings along the bold and subtle touch of Dutch artistic world by Rembrandt.

But it’s all about water lilies, umbrellas and words like “Giverny” flowing out of your mouth easily, bringing along a scent of spring and sun. The frozen rays struck the pavement revealing deep shades of gray and dirt. Sunrise – impression. Nothing can go wrong now as I slip the book inside while waiting at a traffic light.

writing on the subject “the best thing that happened today” (in 10 minutes, in class) for my english writing class.

Red sky at night, rocker’s delight.

It must have been six months ago when someone posed the following problem: how do 25.000 rockers take a shower all in the same time and in the same place? The answer? Well, that’s easy: they go to a Metallica concert on a rainy day. It seems that less than a month ago the riddle changed to: how do you get 4000 rockers to jump around in a freezing sludgy pool? The answer? Oh, it’s obvious…

After experiencing a Madonna concert in the last days of August, Izvor Park in Central Bucharest “disappeared”, being replaced by a dry desolated area which constantly released hazy clouds of dust. The real problem was that the location was set as a venue for the Tuborg Green Fest, just a week ahead. But this issue was mostly ignored and the first two days of gigs registered massive attendances, even though this meant you had to breath in a lot of dust. Having set the scorching heat as the culprit, people wished for a cooler, moister weather. Not many gave it a second thought to realize what damp weather or even rain could lead to.

The third day, which was also the closing day, answered their prayer by washing down the whole city. The bone dry ground slowly took in the water it needed and then the excess leveled up. Due to the wavy ground that seemed to have always been caved in a lagoon of sticky mud started to form. The temperature assured its gelid state.

The weather influenced many people’s decision whether to go or to stay indoors. It goes without saying that I wasn’t going to think again. Some friends and I set a meeting point at seven o’clock so that we could get there on time for a drink and then find a place somewhere as near to the stage as possible so that we could both hear and see everything without having our view blocked. We arrived there at half past seven delighted to see that there were less than 50 people around the stage, but horrified at the thought that we would have to move around through all that mess. It was really slippery and people trying to get from one point to another appeared to be swaying. The crowd started to build up and judging from their looks nobody came to see the band before Vita de Vie, whose act should’ve ended by the time we got in the stage area so that the place could be cleared out and Vita have their props and instruments set. For no apparent reason they continued playing and the audience was chanting Vita de Vie’s name in a strong, yet shivering voice. It continued until they’ve decided they were no longer wanted and have exceeded the time given for their performance.

The stage was quickly cleared and instruments were taken in, other instruments were taken out and tested. Microphones, lights, sound checks. My friends and I witnessed everything neatly lined up in the first row. The downpour was falling unnoticed, the audience  - mostly teenagers dressed in colours that appeared to be dark from all the rain water they’ve absorbed – was getting more and more excited as they saw a big Fenomental poster being raised in its place in the back and getting sneak peeks of the group’s members.

The concert everybody was anxiously waiting for started with a delay of thirty minutes and was over in an hour. Vita de Vie’s lead singer knew what we were going through staying out in this almost arctic weather and thanked us often and even joked by giving us advice of how to manage our illness if we caught a cold. It even seemed that the lyrics were plotting everything, because you could see him point at the sky every time the word “rain” was mentioned in the songs and, believe me, that was for more than just once or twice. The crowd was more than just ecstatic and they were singing along to Vita de Vie’s most popular songs such as Praf de Stele, Zale de matase, Beat mort, Varza, Sunetul mai tare, Liber, Totata. Thousands of hands were permanently touching the sky either clapping or showing the world-renowned “rock on” sign with the green Tuborg Fest bracelet glowing. The lights were always changing from a bloodlike scarlet to fresh greens, deep violets and shades of blue. The raindrops became visible in the light that altered the silent, black horizon. The light was also colorizing all the monochrome locks of hair that were soaked up in rainwater and heavily stuck to our cheeks and foreheads.

They sounded so much better live than in recordings because there wasn’t that queasy and annoying artificial background buzzing and all the other sounds that were added as later edits were missing – they only offered a cheap, disappointing feeling. The sound system was a bit too loud in the front where we were but that was so just to cover the whole area. There was also a problem with one of the guitars, but they managed to fix it.

After one hour of amazing music their performance ended, leaving the crowd with so many moments they’ll never forget and probably a couple of days to spend in bed coughing and shivering. Of course, everybody started the chanting routine once again demanding to have the band back on stage for a few more minutes of additional performance. Probably because of the delay and the harsh weather they were told not to return for the encore so that moment was slightly disappointing, but fully understandable. After all we got what we came for and even more than that. The compact crowd was breaking down into small groups that were either heading home or somewhere dry crawling through the sludgy mud.

And the answer to my riddle? Vita de Vie’s gig at this year’s Tuborg Green Fest.

Lavinia PETRESCU – 10 A.
September, 29th.

whatever pe bat…

A ton of questions about you…some you’ve prolly never answered. Created by lizzerd and taken 7980 times on Bzoink
About you:::
Who are you?:	lavinia
What does your name mean?:	latin woman (in latin)
How old are you?:	16
How old do you wish you were and why?:	age is irrelevant so is this question
Where were you born?:	romania…bucharest
Where are you now?:	under the table..
Do you like it where you live?:	sure
What is your natural hair color?:	very black
What color is it now?:	blacker than maybelline’s mascaras
If you could have any color of hair in the world, what would it be?:	chuck norris xD
What about your eyes? (what color would you choose):	they are brown and staying that way
School:::
Are you still in school?:	yup
If you answered no, answer the rest anyways…
Best classes::	english lang, romanian lang, chem, maths, arts
Worst classes::	physics
Favorite teacher::	romanian lang teacher, history teacher
Biggest enemy::	adrian paunescu
Biggest crush::	not telling…
Are you teacher’s pet?:	no
Are you popular?:	im not gonna be the judge of that
How people see you:: (put a yes or no)
Poser::	no
Freak::	yes
Loser::	no
Pretty::	dunno
Drama Queen/King lol::	sometimes
Ugly::	no
Smart::	i suppose so
How you see yourself:::
How would you describe yourself?:	stay away from me, i might bite you
Are you shy?:	yes, sometimes…
Are you an anxious person?:	no really
Are you paranoid?:	no, but my imaginary friend sure is
Do you like to party?:	getting drunk sounds far more appealing
Are you artistic?:	yup
Do you like to be alone?:	sometimes
Give yourself a nickname that goes best with your personality::	inia, gargaritsa, lav…wtv
What if:::
You found out your gf/bf was cheating on you?:	i’d kill my self…seriously, why should i care
Your best friend became friends with your worst enemy?:	i always carry a gun…you never know
You had a child, but weren’t ready?:	i’d blame canada
Someone hacked your computer and ruined everything on it?:	i’d blow up a watermellon
Your parents split up?:	they’re divorced, you insensible survey
You found a puppy on the side of the road that looked like he/she was lost?:	i’d go fetch my cook book
People you know:::
Who is the meanest?:	me
Who is the nicest?:	the guy i currently have a crush on
Who is gay/bi/lez?:	jack the ripper
Who is the prettiest?:	that guy i just told you about…drop dead gorgeous
Who is the smartest?:	my cat, it can solve sudoku puzzles when you scratch its back
Who can you count on the most?:	anyone but russians, blondes and nazis
Who could you absolutely not live without?:	a chocolate bar…(and the guy i always tell you about)
Who is the biggest backstabber?:	nicholas szarkozy
Do you believe in:::
Angels?:	if i said yes…i’d sound gay
God?:	my parents are divorced, kurt cobain is dead and i miss some dude….the answer is no
Ghosts?:	no
Spirits?:	yup
Demons?:	ive got tons of those in my head…
Heaven?:	no
Hell?:	yes
Psychic abilities?:	it depends
Life after death?:	kinda
Reincarnation?:	sounds lovely…ill have a diet coke, please
ESP?:	dunno what that is but i dont believe in politics
White noise? (ghosts/spirits talking through electronics etc.):	you’re freaking me out…
This quiz:::
What did you think of this quiz?:	get in touch with my pr agent
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EARTH HOUR 2009

JOIN THE MOVEMENT

There is absolutely no doubt that the most important environmental event of March is the third edition of WWF’s worldwide project The Earth Hour.

The Earth Hour is an annual campaign that targets to make people understand the problems we are facing in matters such as global warming, the greenhouse effect, climate change and to reduce the harmful CO2 emissions even in little amounts. Started as a local “mission” in 2007, Sydney, the Earth Hour grew extremely popular. When it comes to numbers, the “explosion” is obvious and absolutely spectacular, from one city to over 1400 in 80 countries that are going dark in 2009.

The Earth Hour 2009 will also try to switch off all the lights in Bucharest, so if you fell like doing something for yourself, for your local community and for the whole planet, you are free to take part in the event. Your “assignment” is very simple, all you have to do is to turn off all the lights in your home and another thing: don’t forget to tell your friends about this. They might not know or they might have forgotten and every person who believes in the project and spends one hour in the dark is essential to the success of the event.

Prove that you can be eco-friendly and act responsibly along with the planet. You are not doing this because you “have to”, but because you “want to” and taking part into this year’s Earth Hour shows that you understand the planet’s problems and want to fight against them.

If you want to participate to this year’s Earth Hour then you are supposed to switch off all the lights Saturday, the 28^th of March, at 8:30 PM.

LIGHTS OUT.

un material pt scoala. din proprie initiativa. i l-am dat lu’ dirigu (prof de engleza, nu ma intrebati cum a primit postul) si a zis ca sigur, il pune pe undeva in clasa…yeah right, noroc ca a lipsit intr-o zi si l-am gasit pe catedra undeva, am luat banda adeziva si l-am lipit cu ura si sange si sudoare cu gandul la toti stramosii mei care au luptat pentru drepturile lor si nu doar la ei. ci si la omul prehistoric care nu avea playboy, la cei care au carat placile alea pentagonale si rosii din care au facut refugiul spirlea in crai, la mihaela radulescu care a avut teribilul nenoroc sa se fi nascut in tara asta spurcata si la cei care au conceput reclamele de la unirea (cele mai geniale reclame romanesti impreuna cu aia cu popa).

Despre Imortalitate.

Imortalitatea

Imortalitatea se poate defini ca fiind nemurire, lipsa limitei in ceea ce priveste viata in aspectul duratei ei, inghetarea indicilor temporali, plasarea intr-un spatiu ce nu are notiunea de timp.

Este un motiv prezent in scrieri, in diverse curente literare, dar imortalitatea este abordata si de catre confesiunile religioase si in arta, filozofie si psihologie.

Dintre primele relatari scrise legate de mortalite/imortalitate face parte si istoria lui Adam si a Evei, prezenta in biblie. Stramosii nostrii recunoscuti de diverse religii au pierdut aceasta virtute, calitatea de nemuritor, odata cu infaptuirea pacatului. Astfel se realizeaza plasarea in timp a celor doi si odata cu aceasta, intrevederea sfarsitului. Greseala comisa si nerecunoscuta ii plaseaza intr-un cadru cu timp limitat. Linia trasata intre cele doua stari – mortalitate si imortalitate – este foarte clara chiar prin contrastul realizat de ele. Moartea, acceptata ca destin, ca sfarsit, ca inevitabil este impreuna cu nasterea perceputa ca punct comun in viata tuturor, inchiderea “buclei”, inceputul si sfarsitul. Devine sursa nemultumirilor create pe fondul lipsei de timp inteleasa ca lipsa de libertate. Sentimentul sufocant al limitei, al sfarsitului este greu de acceptat si astfel ajungerea la un plan din care viata este privita ca o calatorie contra cronometru se loveste deseori de refuzul gandirii umane ce isi are radacinile in drama psihologica a persoanei ce stie ca in drumul sau se afla o bariera imposibil de trecut.  In aceste conditii multi tind sa caute imposibilul, inimaginabilul in persoana timpului imperceptibil – a imortalitatii – si se avanta pe un drum nestiut care nu ii duce nicaieri.

Drama muritorului ce se porneste indraznet in cautarea imortalitii este surprinsa in basmul “Tinerete fara de batranete, viata fara de moarte”. Promisiunea facuta de tata, cea de a avea un dar socotit minunat de muritori, il impinge pe fiu sa ia ce este “al lui”. Conditionarea nasterii sale cu ceva imaterial si necunoscut nici macar de cel ce face propunerea este prima greseala, eroare ireparabila a tatalui ce isi trimite astfel fiul departe in cautarea destinului sau de nemuritor ce i-a fost promis la nastere. Ambitia si negarea faptului ca totusi cautarile sale nu l-ar putea duce intr-un punct mort  il aduc in locul in care coordonatele temporale se suspenda. Ramane in acel loc si uita de existenta timpului pana cand incepe sa fie invadat de dorul de casa. Iese din lumea nemuritoare si se intoarce de unde a plecat intelegand cu greu schimbarile ce se petrecusera – inghetarea cadrului temporal l-a facut sa uite viteza cu care trecea timpul in lumea muritorilor. Intors in locurile natale descopera ca nu mai stia pe nimeni si frica de a prinde sfarsitul singur il sperie si il determina sa se intoarca in taramul nemuritor, unde ajunge inainte de a fi prins de moarte.  Teama sfarsitului care se apropie amenintator il face pe print sa revina de unde a plecat sa accepte din nou o conditie pe care a cautat-o cu atata ambitie si pe care a abandonat-o pentru o perioada. Reajuns in acel “Eden”. anii acumulati in urma calatoriei dispar pur si simplu. Nenorocirea dubla este simetrica: muritor fiind isi doreste nemurirea, iar ca nemuritor cere a fi muritor. Nemultumirea isi are originea in psihologia umana ca fiind starea de insatisfactie referitoare la lucrurile si calitatile detinute.

Privita din alt unghi, problema ar putea avea o rezolvare. O solutie ce ar mai potoli foamea muritorului pentru nemurire, dar nu complet, ci mai mult ca un petic pe haina sifonata si rupta a dramelor umane. In jurnalul sau, “Usa interzisa”, Gabriel Liiceanu analizeaza o situatie aparent banala. Fiind la sfarsitul unei calatorii de trei luni in Germania, Liiceanu face un bilant al timpului petrecut si ajunge la concluzia ca a profitat de el din plin. Fiecare zi petrecuta la Heidelberg este umpluta mai atent si mai eficient decat una petrecuta acasa. Acest fapt se datoreaza, noteaza Liiceanu, constientizarii exacte a limitei. Se stie ca va sta acolo 90 de zile si astfel simte nevoia sa petreaca timpul cu rost pentru a-si indeplini misiunea si pentru a parasi locul multumit si privindu-si realizarile. Daca in viata am avea clar semnalat sfarsitul, numarul de zile pe care le vom trai, am putea sa ne impartim timpul mai atent si sa rezervam spatiu pentru fiecare activitate cum dorim stiind clar ca la sfarsitul vietii vom pasi afara din ea impacati cu ce am infaptuit. Ne-am planifica totul mai atent si mai minutios daca am stii cand urmeaza sa se termine totul in loc sa ne sperie gandul ca moartea ar putea surveni oricand. Introducerea acestui termen – oricand – ce nu are acoperire fixata in planul temporal induce teama, anxietate si dorinta de a anula decesul si de a pasi in eternitate, in imortalitate.

O abordare ce seamana cu gandurile lui Liiceanu este si dictonul latin “Memento mori” – in traducere: “Adu-ti aminte ca vei muri”. Implementat in arta, el denumeste o categorie de creatii ce poarta acelasi mesaj, mesajul de a-l face pe om sa-si constientizeze conditia de muritor si sa o accepte. Este precum un calmant care reface sistemul de iluzii. Pune caramizile la loc si iti mai absoarbe din energia pe care o folosesti in lupta cu propria situatie – cea de muritor – vine cu scopul de a curma suferinta indusa de neputinta de a atinge imposibilul, de drama muritorului care nu poate fi nemuritor.

Atat in literatura, cat si in arta si filozofie, imortalitatea a fost mereu indelung dezbatuta. Ori se recunoaste existenta ei si este integrat indemnul de a o cauta, ori totul se rezuma la faptul ca viata trebuie traita in parametrii in care este data ea, adica mereu sub semnul existentei unui sfarsit. Daca vom pleca sau nu manati de dorinta de a avea nemurirea este decizia noastra, dar drama ca nu putem avea nemurirea in sensul ei materializat, in sensul ei de definitie de dictionar ne va marca viata mereu desi intalnim si in viata o forma hibrida de imortalitate, ingropata in adancul nostru si sub forma mostenirii pe care o lasam in urma noastra.