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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.

oh sad day ,oh month of May…

“Do you think music has the power to change people?”
” Sure,that can happen.We have an experience -like a chemical reaction that transforms something inside us. When we examine ourselves later on, we discover that all the standards we’ve lived by have shot up another notch and the world’s opened up in unexpected ways. Yes, i’ve had that experience. Not often,but it has happened. it’s like falling in love.”_ Kafka on the shore (H. Murakami)

Posted on 30 May '15 by admin, under Eng.. No Comments.

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il était là dans un après-midi en regardant le ciel à travers le trou d’une feuille d’arbre”.

Asa a inceput. Cand prea mic sa constientizeze cat de pretioase vor deveni acele ore de plictiseala, dupaamiaza, cand toti copiii dormeau linistiti el se refugia in gradina. Se ascundea de bunicii care cautau sa-l ademeneasca la somn. Se ascundea cat de sus posibil printre ramurile copacului cu cel mai des frunzis . Acolo a auzit pentru prima data cum in minte ii rasunau vocile celor intalniti peste zi. Cuvintele lor reveneau si mai revenea o voce mica ce nu parea a lui, dar care parca ii rostea cuvintele fara ca el sa se oboseasca. Asculta linistea printre toate acele glasuri iar vantul, vantul ii mangaia chipul ca o alinare de mama…

Posted on 8 March '15 by admin, under Uncategorized. No Comments.

K(a)wai-to!

“A dark omnipresent pool of water{…}
The world is a huge space, but the space that will take you in-and it doesn’t have to be very big- is nowhere to be found.
You seek a voice , but what do you get?Silence. You look for silence, but guess what?
All you hear over and over again is the voice of this omen….And sometimes this prophetic voice pushes a secret switch hidden deep inside your brain.Your heart is like a great river after a long spell of rain, spilling over its banks. All signposts that once stood on the ground are gone, inundated and carried away by that rush of water. Ands still the rain beats down on the surface of the river. Every time you see a flood like that on the news you tell yourself : That’s it. That’s my heart”

Posted on 7 March '15 by admin, under Eng., visuals. No Comments.

when Subtlety meets Simplicity

“Is it too early?

No by all means , please come in. ”

I always had gay friends , even in my Uni years, some Arts students used to come and have turkish coffee with me and my flat mates in our 4′th floor rented apartment in this harbour-city called Constanta by the Black Sea. They used to ask me to pose for their sketches saying that i have peaceful shapes (whatever that means in artistic terms )and if they were women they would have loved to look like me . That made me burst into loud laughter almost every time and made a shy, distrustful of compliments girl such as myself shade away for the rest of the day..

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Posted on 9 October '14 by admin, under Eng., Urban. 1 Comment.

La Seine et moi… Ca sera pour une autre fois

“Elle visita les monumens de notre capitale, s’appuyant sur le bras chéri qu’elle avait tant souhaité.”

Posted on 26 June '14 by admin, under Urban, visuals. No Comments.

my kind of Lady…

Posted on 25 March '14 by admin, under Uncategorized, visuals. No Comments.

today’s D day

I’m afraid of everyone but I’ll Break my arms around my love and LIT UP tonight for…

Posted on 22 February '14 by admin, under idilice, visuals. No Comments.

for Valentine’s day… a waltz

I have to admit, I am in love again.
And should it even matter that it is February, once more? (more…)

Posted on 13 February '14 by admin, under Eng., idilice, visuals. No Comments.

ai carte n-ai carte, fara parte

Am crescut la bunici pana la 6 ani, in cea mai ciudata perioada comunista di Romania. Anii 80. Deseori, bunicul ma lua cu el la piata iar bunica nu intelegea nicum de ce as lasa eu jucariile si joaca cu copiii, ca sa merg cu bunicul la piata. Bunicul ma tinea de mana pe strada si cand se intalnea cu vreun cunoscut ma strangea usor de degete ca sa nu uit sa dau buna ziua. Inca de pe atunci aveam tendinta de a ma lua cu visarea in timpul mersului…

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Posted on 25 December '13 by admin, under Uncategorized, Urban. 1 Comment.