Bits and bytes of Groparu
Poezeaua asta in engleza am compus-o amu ceva ani pentru cineva care nici macar nu ma parasise, asa cum credeam io! Dar la momentul scrierii ei io nu stiam acest lucru.
Am regasit-o weekendul asta printr-un vraf de cursuri de stilistica, semantica, lexicologie, istorie a limbii engleze, fonetica, lingvistica, etc (adica xeroxuri, ca nu prea m-am omorat cu scoalele prin facultate); si daca pe mine m-o plictisit de moarte, am zis ca e pacat sa nu va plictiseasca si pe voi. Finca io impart si relele, dar mai ales nasoalele!
She left me for another man
To understand – who the hell can?
She left me for another man.
She didn’ t care for me; but she
Knew how to feed my phantasy;
She left me for another man.
She left me for another man
She messed my life completely; then,
Without a farewell, adieu or bye
Left me alone to weep and cry –
She left me for another man.
She left me for another man
My troubles afterwards began
When I discovered how I missed
The way she cried, the way she kissed –
She left me for another man.
She left me for another man;
The lioness has left the den.
So now all that remains to do
Is to pick up a girl, or two
And leave her – to the other man.
I will survive 😀
Update: CITITORII MEI băieţei şi fetiţe SUNT CEI MAI COIOŞI! IA CETIŢI COMMENTURILE ŞI SPUNEŢI DE NU-I AŞA 😀
You picked a girl, or you picked two
And with them what did you do?
Your toilet only waits for you!
Deci adorabil!!!
plm Gropare, citind aceste cuvinte imi vine sa te pleznesc, sa ma transform in fata si sa o pleznesc si pe ea
Fain, fain… 🙂
da pă cine aleji să cânte pă strune liricaua ta? ovidiu komornic? crazy loop? crazy lupu rednic?
:bow:
Fascinant. Ai fost la litere, te pomeni. :))
chiar..ar putea cuceri o fata, in timp ce se afla in bratele altuia :)). e frumoasa…e bestiala
Cat de frumos…nu imi vine sa cred! Gropare esti un geniu,tata! 😀
Iar mi-au dat lacrimile si eu care intrasem pe net sa raddd! :d
All that remains to do? 🙂
I like your poem, sure I do
But silly errors spoil it, too
Or is it that you left that there
As to hint at the scotch and beer
You reeked of when it all began
As she left you for another man?
I seldom reeked of beer or scotch
Or said my poems were top-notch;
As for mistakes, you’ll all agree
That, as any woman to my eyes is dear,
All, all bad poetry is sincere!
Here, here! 😉
As for the harsh, but truthful news
That you were dumped and had the blues
I say to hell with that, be merry,
Life as you know it is not scary
‘Cause had you married her back then
she’d have still f**d some other man…
(ok, o sa beau cafea si imi trece elanul poetic)
ioi, io numa stau şi vă aplaudez că tare bună dimineaţă îm făceţ voi doi cu duelu’ ăsta rimat. numa frumoasa veneţiană nu-i nicări da’ cre că dacă intră pă net nu mai iesă veci.
whohoooo! coffeless mo on the loose!
🙂
She wouldn’t believe
She’s pencil has
A magical eraser.
She said you was a silly moo,
She said you was a liar too,
She dared you prove that it was true,
And so what could she do
She erased you too
I can’t speak in versuareishan
But I have an ipotizeishan
And I suppose that beer or scotch
Would do the trick sa fim bunoci
But after you fuck her insane
She’ll leave you for another man.
Ia, numa-sha sa vaza cum ii deferentza.
Am zâs!
She left you for another man.
Be merry, crazy Romanian.
Unless she left you, you’d be married.
You’d thus be sad and old and sorry
And several years from now
She’d be a widow, while you buried.
:p
So to resume what all here said
If you had married, you’d be dead…
Yet here you are, you have your site
On which you spill your ache and spite
And funny stories which, alas,
Keep us, your loyal middle class,
Away from work and daily chores
For doing so, aren’t we all whores?
😀
We might be whores, but we don’t deal
In sexual affairs with him
This sorry digger with his blog
That turns our working lifes agog.
Therefore, I say: let’s praise the Lord.
The sad bugger is married,
While us are not.
:p
Well, my friend
I understand
You where a slave
She- in command
Now you are free
Clearly I see
So let the man she left you for
Enjoy he’s pain
Crawl on the floor
Ahahahha, romanul e nascut poieteishan. Senchiu for egzisting ol!
The thing is, as I said before,
She did not leave me anymore
For any other man
Back then;
But then, of course, ’twas pretty soon
That she discovered I was loon’
And said “By Jove, I have to dump this guy!”
Which she sure did, with half a sigh 😀
And knowing me intimately
I say with her I must agree
For all them who broke up with me
Are happy now as they can be!
And this, of course, they owe to me;
The glimpse of me that they could see
So frightful must have seemed back then
That, as my fingers on my hands are ten,
They must have cried, their mouths apocalyptically bigger:
“We will take ANYONE who’s NOT Gravedigger!!!!”
Ladies and Gents, I have to say
Just a few words, in my response to this poetic array.
While all your theories are cool,
I don’t think leaving him was cruel.
All I can say, at any rate, is that
We brought some cheer to our days,
as well as a sparkle to dark Danish nights.
And what was done cannot be changed
For good or bad, who cares today?
The main thing is that Mr. Digger
Has all you guys to read his scribbles.
He does it well and you enjoy it,
And even I get to get a grip of it 😉
She read it!!!
Yeepeeeee 😀
And a big round of applauds for The Lioness :-). Hip!Hip!
Hurray!
mai ceva ca pe acasatv :)))
hai mă baghy că-i fain, ne sâmţâm bine şâ noi un minez jucându-ne de-a poieţââ străini. îi bai, no?
Calm down my friend, here, take a sit
Chill down and think “who gives a shit?”
You’ll soon think as the days goes by
“If she don’t care, then why should I?”
You think a lot, you remember and cry
But as time slips off, in just a short while
You’ll think about it again and just smile
You feel her breath, her parfume, her hair
wherever you go, you feel she’s everywhere
But don’t think at her, think at the rest
Because my friend, all guys can attest
There are a lot of women, this you can test
Out of which the young ones are the best
So what if she’s with this other guy,
With long hair,muscles big and wide
She’ll soon regret the moment of joy and fun
While u’ll drink a beer and enjoy the sun….
So join with me and praise this day.
Please listen to what I have to say
Don’t think about her, relax, don’t worry my friend
More relations will come, more relations will end
Live them while thinking “come what may”…
I’ve said what I’ve said, and I’ve nothing more to say
mai groparule, eu ma minunez de ce esti tu in stare sa-i faci pe altii sa faca 🙂
Sincer???
Si io!!!!!!!
Io creca-s nebun.
Bai ce geniali sunteti! 😀
Bre, nu mai reusesc sa diferentiez intre bucata de om si bucata de creier :))
Pe unde sunt, pe unde esti ca m-ai confuzat la modul “apsolut” !?!
Io-s ala din spatele erectiei.
Aşa-i că abia mă văd?
:)))
Nu-i musai sa te vezi daca nu te deranjeaza sa te strige pretenii “monumentalo !”
Da’ macar suna sirena de alarma inainte sa te ascunzi 🙂
Io-s ala din spatele erectiei.
Aşa-i că abia mă văd?
+)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))) AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
Bravoo
I’ve read all this and smile like she’s
Already up-to-date at all of this!
I stay a while and think if you
Know what you have to do?
Combine all the previous posts
And you will discover that Shakespeare ideeas,
Romeo, Juliet, Hamlet or Lear King
Are like a piece of shit
Comparing with this simple riff:
“She left me for another man”
Will became damn well known.
And you will have great success
If you put this in a book sheets.
Scuzati iengleza, dar mai mult nu ma duce cerebelul. Foarte fain Gropare.
bă, să mor io! fac mi ded end col mi gorgiăs! parc-ar fi ceva film din ăla în care beu ăia laudanum, absint, şi din alea, şi ascultă muzica sferelor! no, enihau, rulaţi, n-am ce zice!
Don’t cry my friend there’s always hope
The bath is there, don’t need to stop
Your burning feelings, and the floor
Will never leave you, even for
Some handsom virile other man.
You know, grave digger, that you can
Keep it as nasty as you want
And that you’ll always find a hand
To chill you down, and more than that
She understands some simple facts:
Your pain, your gloom, your moron acts,
Your stupid jokes, you urge to swig
much too much bear, and still not dig
On you upon your loser life,
As if it is your future Wife.
Unfortunately, may I say,
You’ll find another girl some day,
And you’ll forget your faithful hand,
Your striving floor which was so bland
When you’ve been searching for relief
Totally lost, when all began
Because she left for other man.
Mi-o zis Badea (Mircea. Mircea Badea) sa ma car de pe blogul lui ca nu i-o placut ce i-am scris eu acolo. L-am ascultat. Da’ furios fiind, am intrat pe trafic.ro sa caut eu alte bloguri…Si am dat de asta, nici prea in fata nici prea in spate. De fapt, cam in spate, da’ nu-i bai.
Si mi-o placut.
Asa c-o sa mai vin.
Dar las s-un comentariu la obiect: poezia e stupida, noroc de final ca mai salveaza ceva.
Si o mica rugaminte: inaintea comentariului meu, pune chestia aia “a incercat sa impresioneze”.
Chiar am incercat.
una cu intarziere si de la mine :))
if you have dick, then you’re a man
if you have balls, you’ll keep her, damn!
but if you cry and wine like hell,
she’ll leave you for another man
ah , fir-aş al dracu , trebuia să-nvăţ germana , ete-aşa-nţălegeam şi io !…
Din cate bucati poetice sunt pe aici iese mai jumatate de volum de poezii… Inca un post asemanator si musai o vizita la o editura… hihihi…
Bă Gropare, amu îţi descopăr arhiva şi mă cac pe mine de cât de deştept eşti (or numa’ pare că).
Impecabil poemul tău, şi mă gândesc cum ar suna pe o muzică ca cum ar fi de blues…Bănică junior ar muri de invidie!
Eşti tare ca pălinca de Zalău, şi comunitatea ta de fani la fel!
No!
She left you for another man?!?
Oh than you should take your revenge
And cheat her too with other man!:-P