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Cum traduci cuvantul “dor?”

Zilele se contopesc cu noptile soarele imi zambeste dar mie imi este constant frig visele nu mai sunt vise mangaierile nu mai sunt mangaieri chipurile oamenilor nu mai sunt chipuri, culorile nu mai sunt culori parfumul florilor nu mai e parfum cerul nu mai e cer iar pamantul nu mai e pamant pentru ca tu Mama…

Posted on 31 May '18 by admin, under Uncategorized. No Comments.

rainy morning conversation

 She peeked her curly little head through the bedroom door: “Mommy, what are you doing? 

“Looking for myself, i mumbled, staring at the bottom of the jewelry box.

In there?? she curiously stepped in and raised herself on tiptoes to see on top of the shelf, where the box was.

Some day, i will tell you all about these jewels, they all have a story, and a history some of them. They will be yours one day and i hope you will like them.. at least some.

Are you kidding me? All mine? wow! now i can really become a princess like you.

Posted on 30 January '18 by admin, under Eng.. No Comments.

De pe hartia cu cerneala verde

Uneori ceva imi da putere si fiecare rasarit imi spune ca traiesc.

Multumesc pentru fiecare gura de aer, pentru fiecare durere de cap, pentru piersicile coapte care mi-au ciobit dintele , pentru ca ma simt  in stare sa trag prima linie cu creionul si sa vad cerul limita imaginatiei, pentru ca ma simt obosita, pentru ca dorm maxim 4 ore , pentru ca mi-e frica, pentru ca vibrez de la muzica din mine, pentru zambetul pe care il desenez inca instinctual pe caiet atunci cand vreau sa zambesc si daca n -ar suna acum telefonul poate , poate nici n-as resimti atat de puternic efectele zapuselii de afara si as multumi pentru ca am invatat sa multumesc acum mai multi ani.

Posted on 28 May '17 by admin, under Uncategorized. No Comments.

pachetel de primavara

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Posted on 19 April '17 by admin, under visuals. No Comments.

Memento

Yes, Lord, I prick!
Life is not easy —
But You know that —
and I have too much on my shoulders!
I speak of my prickles
but thank You for them.
You at least
have understood me,
that is why You made me
such a pinball.
How else can I defend myself?
When people see me,
my anxious nose
searching for the fat slugs
that devastate the garden,
why can’t they leave me alone?
Ah! But when I think proper,
I can roll myself up
into my hermit life.

Amen.

Posted on 4 December '16 by admin, under Eng.. No Comments.

i am the storyteller

I was the girl that used to hear music whenever a love scene was in sight. Whether a young couple was kissing at the corned of the street or an elderly couple was holding hands i was there smiling and orchestrating symphonies in my mind. i thought i would make a nice video director one day and went to sleep with a smile.

 A dreamer, they called me, walking the earth with my heads in  the clouds all the time, could never figure out the X in the equations but always able to make up a good story about who x was and why he was always hiding.

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Posted on 13 August '16 by admin, under Eng.. 1 Comment.

miracle

we are all made of flesh and bones, of stone and water of light and darkness but what makes us us, is nothing short of a miracle. Do you believe in miracles?

Posted on 13 August '16 by admin, under Eng.. No Comments.

travel the world or how i met murakami

They say that if you really want to, you can just pack one day and leave. Any voyage is unique, they say. It’s something which you should do now, at this age, otherwise you might never get a second chance. It’s something that you were given the chance to do, while others were not that lucky. A chance is still a compromise. It’s not a gift, as long as it comes with a now or never.
It’s fabulous. It’s new, it’s extravagant! We’re the center of attention and the violence around us takes human shape.
It all slows down around us, moving in slow motion as we keep running, with our velvety hearts hidden inside a tin carcass pulsating on the rhythm of drums, almost like growing bigger and bigger, ready to push out of our chests. We melt a little each day, and we shyly flicker like the winter’s sun, trembling like a ship who just survived a storm at sea, like a tree blooming after a hard cold winter, small, frail buds on every branch bravely opening one after another, exposing its soul to a yet weak sun.
The line of the heart has been drawn a long time ago: Bucuresti -Tokyo.
I was standing, reading Murakami’s ” A wild Sheep Chase” while waiting for my train in of one of Bucharest’s busiest subway stations. Just your average Wednesday morning, on my way to work. When finally the train enters the station with a considerable 10 minutes delay, i close my book and say to myself: This would never happen in Tokyo! (more…)

Posted on 5 July '16 by admin, under Eng.. No Comments.

love is …back!

Waited for a good while to hear any news from this guy. Welcome back mr Ashcroft! Looking fwd for some rock star attitude in “These people” .

Posted on 24 February '16 by admin, under Uncategorized. No Comments.

Wear thy beauty

“Babies can see our sad eyes behind sunglasses,

Children can see our tired eyes behind all the makeup

and true artists can see beauty in age.”

Last week on the train, I met this young mother holding her young baby girl.  Next to her,  standing tall and carrying a big bag of baby stuff, her older son, not older than 7. The stroller could barely squeeze in between the others standing in the train cart.  The young man sitting next to me got up and gave his seat to the mother: An amazingly beautiful Malay lady. I could not take my eyes off her face: Radiant beauty, a little make up and a navy blue and fuchsia silk shawl.  Her baby girl reached out for me with her tiny soft little hand and gave me a little slap on the arm then smiled shyly and hid her face in her mother’s bosom.

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Posted on 15 July '15 by admin, under Eng.. 2 Comments.