Momentul Zambetului

Facand ordine in mailuri, nu de alta dar mai am inca vreo 1500 peste care inca nu m-am uitat sa le sortez, sa am material de zile proaste (oricum, observa ca e 7 si’s foarte vorbareata) am gasit un mail dragut.

Ideea e urmatoarea. Au fost pusi diversi oameni sa faca o poezie in engleza, de 2 versuri, sa rimeze, primul vers sa fie ceva foarte romantic, iar al doilea sa fie ceva extraodrinar de ne-romantic.

watch and learn 😀 (astept sa vi le vad la status mare parte din ele)

My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife:
Marrying you has screwed up my life.

I see your face when I am dreaming.
That’s why I always wake up screaming.

Kind, intelligent, loving and hot;
This describes everything you are not.

Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss,
But I only slept with you ’cause I was pissed.

I thought that I could love no other
— that is until I met your brother.

Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you.
But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl’s
empty and so is your head.

I want to feel your sweet embrace;
But don’t take that paper bag off your face.

I love your smile, your face, and your eyes
Damn, I’m good at telling lies!

My love, you take my breath away.
What have you stepped in to smell this way?

My feelings for you no words can tell,
Except for maybe ‘Go to hell.’

What inspired this amorous rhyme?
Two parts vodka, one part lime.