High office teaches decision making, not substance. It consumes intellectual capital; it does not create it. Most high officials leave office with the perceptions and insights with which they entered; they learn how to make decisions but not what decisions to make.

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„Cred ca cea mai mare inventie a omenirii nu a fost roata ci tocul. Ceea ce s-a intamplat cu primul barbat care a vazut gamba acelei femei tensionata in pantoful cu toc trebuie sa fi echivalat cu primul pas pe luna. Pentru mine tocul si tot ce vine odata cu el reprezinta esenta feminitatii. Odata cu ridicarea pe tocuri femeia proiecteaza in ochii nostri superioritatea rasei sale. Barbatii n-au beneficiat nicicand de o asemenea inventie fie ca vorbim de pumnal, sabie, ceas, smoking sau joben.

Fanteziile milioanelor de barbati nu pot exclude pantofii cu toc la fel cum tangoul in picioarele goale ar deveni un biet dans pagan. Perversiunea si rafinamentul tocului ne excita simturile si dau sens vietii noastre. Urcata pe tocuri femeia a devenit trofeu. Pentru ca visul oricarui barbat este sa descalte, undeva in noapte , femeia aceea frumoasa in rochie neagra de seara si pantofi cu toc de zece. Odata aruncati langa pat, ei intra in moarte clinica pana la urmatoarea petrecere sau restaurant cu meniu frantuzesc si sampanie Cristal care zgarie papilele excitate de beluga. Barbatul poate sa muste usor glezna fina si sa-si plimbe limba pe marginea piciorului epuizat de pantofii cu toc.

Gamba lunga si arcuita, genunchiul perfect ca un mar timpuriu, coapsa care si-a facut simtita prezenta din spatele faldurilor rochiei negre ca un actor timid care nu stie daca e momentul sa iasa la rampa toate sunt ale lui acum si toate au fost urcate pe piedestalul imaginatiei de un simplu artificiu numit toc. O inaltare, o arcuire, un zgomot inconfundabil, un desen perfid de simplu, tocul a repozitionat femeia in societate si a transformat glezna si gamba in axiome. Daca ma intrebati pe mine tocul este de fapt inceputul feminismului. In momentul in care femeia a realizat puterea magica a betigasului care sustine pantoful barbatii au fost inca o data infranti, subjugati pe vecie.

Tocul este cultura, curent, filosofie, drama si destin. Tocul este inceputul sfarsitului dominatiei barbatilor. Tocul este salvatorul femeii si declansatorul matriarhatului. In fine tocul este singurul plan de marketing si cea mai buna strategie a femeii. Ma inclin. Si inca un ultim aspect: fara tocuri roata nu ar fi insemnat nimic iar Ferrari nu s-ar fi inventat in veci, pentru ca in orice desen de masina frumoasa sunt formele ascunse ale unei femei.”
Elogiul Tocului
Tudor Chirila

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Dă (conjugare a verbului a da) + mi (formă neaccentuată a pronumelui mie) + le (formă neaccentuată pentru ele) = dă mie pe ele = dă-mi-le şi nu dămi-le

Valabil şi pentru: dă-mi-o, dă-mi-l, dă-mi-i, daţi-mi-o, daţi-mi-le, daţi-mi-l, daţi-mi-i, dar NU pentru da-ţi-mi.

Good to you

Even when everyone said you are a bad boy
I liked you for being real
It felt right
But they were right

From the moment we first met
I got used to your indifference
And it’s so wrong
It’s been so long

Can you feel the heart pounding feeling that you longed for
From the girl who is in your eyes right now?

That beautiful girl
Won’t have any tears for you
She won’t even wait for you like this

Why do good girls like bad boys?
Why do bad boys like bad girls?

That’s why I love you
But why don’t you know my heart?

Cuz I’m so good to you yeah
You love her but her kiss is a lie
Cuz I’m so good to you yeah
You kiss her but your love is a lie

Cuz I’m so good to you yeah
You love her but her kiss is a lie
Cuz I’m so good to you yeah

Can you say the words from when you first confessed to me
To her, who is smiling in front of you right now?

The girl who has you
Won’t have any foolish tears
She won’t even have this longing for you

Why do good girls like bad boys?
Why do bad boys like bad girls?

That’s why I love you
But why don’t you know my heart?

Cuz I’m so good to you yeah
You love her but her kiss is a lie
Cuz I’m so good to you yeah
You kiss her but your love is a lie

Cuz I’m so good to you yeah
You love her but her kiss is a lie
Cuz I’m so good to you yeah

I believed it when you said you loved me
I wanted to believe that you were different from other guys
Like a fool, I gave you my heart
Because of you I’m
Locked in a deep sadness
Swallowing my tears alone
Did it have to be me?
Why did you do that?
Was it a sin to love you?
Why am I the only one hurting?

You sweetly melted me
You lightly deceived me
You hotly drenched me
You coldly left me

Cuz I was good to you
I just can’t cut you out
Maybe I was too good for you
It’s no use being good

 

You’ll give up, or you’ll move on?

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It’s good to build dreams, it’s good to chase and fight for them,but it’s also good to know when to stop and start building new ones. Not all our illusions, hopes or desires are meant to become real and we need to face the truth. But don’t blame reality for that,because reality saves you and says ”Hey, I know you have great dreams, so how about fulfill them, but don’t forget that you dreams reflect not only your hopes, but your choices too,so you’ll have to be responsable for the way they turn in”. As you see it depends on you, on us. Choose to move on and hope for something new and you’ll be free to do anything you want, or you can choose to give up and never try again, your choice.

The question is ”What you’ll choose?”

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The ones depressed don’t dress in black. The ones who believe they’re fat don’t announce it. The ones scared don’t scream.The ones struggling don’t show their scars. The ones hurting the most are the ones hidden..