oh sad day ,oh month of May…

May 30th, 2015

“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)


March 8th, 2015

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…


March 7th, 2015

“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”

when Subtlety meets Simplicity

October 9th, 2014

“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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La Seine et moi… Ca sera pour une autre fois

June 26th, 2014

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

my kind of Lady…

March 25th, 2014

today’s D day

February 22nd, 2014

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

for Valentine’s day… a waltz

February 13th, 2014

I have to admit, I am in love again.
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ai carte n-ai carte, fara parte

December 25th, 2013

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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women are from wonderland and men are from neverland

October 25th, 2013

The Alice in wonderland women among us

they are confusing , utterly needy and distressed in appearance but in fact the spoiled little brats,  they are masters of deceit and have grown ito manipulative ever restless beings… Their apparent weakness and absent minded casual whit hide a strong decided individual with some sort of an infantile predisposition that measures exactly how much of themselves to reveal in order to get the cookie. What is it that fascinates in all this ? Read the rest of this entry »