You see how the places you loved best become pale memories or souvenirs spread all over the shelves. You see how your best friends grow up and have their own kids growing up too. You realise you had a happy childhood and your grandparents garden was the garden of EDEN -the most powerfull safe place in your dreams. Noone can reach you in there. When you wake up you are strong , ready to face the new day. The people deciding yor every day life disappoint you, you fell that your every good intention or deed is monitored and saved for the final punishment. You will get it in the end if you continue to trust and hope! So, you get out in the evening , just to see if there is still life in the city, that there’s still music in the clubs and dancing in the dance classes- hope! ; that there are people talking to eachother in the buses or subways, smiling back if you smile at them - trust!;  ask for your phone number even if you wear a ring on your finger- hope! that there is always some friend willing to take you in if you feel too tired to go all the way to your place - trust! You watch disappointing news about the desperate situations created by disappointed people and yet you hope and you trust that your friends, those just like you, are watching the same and they will take their place one day and make you less of a coward and a mad man. You will be able then to go back and have children and raise them beautifully in the still wonderful Carpathian garden .

Untill then, you leave your home and all you loved ones to go to the end of the world where there’s  nothing waiting for you except for the glasshouses in the jungle and when even your very catholic priest tells you so,  then you ‘d better believe- you are truly insane.
And yet you trust and you hope that one plus one is all there will ever be! Yes,  that’s all there is to life and all one needs is one. The rest just comes along. And yes, all you can take with you is trust and hope. And you breathe heavier through the moist air and your feet go numb walking the heated asphalt, you blink faster as you go from day to night because you feel that it will take you back one day, back to the unspoiled curves of the hills, back to the snow covered peaks and the endless yellow fields that flow along the winding road, back to the secret forests and the narrow valleys deep into the land of the green-haired fairies, back to where the month of April is the month when everyone falls in love twice and lives to write about it.

A mile and a song away

20 Apr 2013 In: Eng., Uncategorized, Urban, idilice, visuals

“Distantele au alti ochi, departarea are alta voce.
Dar mie imi este la fel de dor de tine.”_

_multumesc Doina Postolachi

talent?

23 Jan 2013 In: Eng., visuals

rock and roll might have been born in the US but is Britain keeping it alive…

bringing one down to tears by song 3

15 Jan 2013 In: Uncategorized

song 1
It started out with a kiss.
For the fist time in 3 years i had a kiss at midnight and not a shot of champagne. I thought, …magic!

song2
I dreamt colours and shapes for three days in a row. Beautifully colored, never ending, ever changing prints.The dried out flowers on the bed table still gave out a nice scent and i gave in again… to a forth night of dreamful sleep.

song3
I woke up next to a stranger and i needed to get up and flee for the colorful crowded streets once more.

We need to learn about simplicity again. We need to start seeing ourselves as the screaming, scared new borns that we are, bunglers of life, chaotically running bundles of energy randomly sparse inside a delicate bubble of soap, unaware of the miracle  we could be  if we would simply… stop.

P. S.

12 Dec 2012 In: Uncategorized

Constiinta de sine, constiinta e o fantezie .

Expansiunea constiintei fara o transformare cantitativa si calitativa a individului este in final doar o incercare disperata.

Apar astfel prea multi indivizi care incearca sa fie Superiori, Sublimi, Sexi si in acelasi timp Sereni si in ciuda incercarilor disperate ajung sa ni se arate asa cum nu isi doresc : Pisalogi, Pedanti, Prefacuti si ..P…well, nu asa destepti cum credeau ca pot fi.

Unii indivizi uita ca trebuie sa evolueze constant . Uita si ca trebuie sa accepte firimiturile si ca pot creste numai prin altii. Uita in pedanteria lor, ca nu sunt zei si ca tot ce ar trebui sa uite sunt defapt textele din manualele de manipulare.

Pot ei oare exista fara cei din jur? Hey you ! Poti fi ceea ce iti doresti  sa fii fara a incerca sa fii tot ceea ce altii si-au dorit vreodata? Suntem cu totii franturi de imaginatie dar nu depinde de noi din  imaginatia cui ne nastem.

In sfarsit ! Si multumiri  ANDREI, pt unpluggedul de pe 27 OCT 2012.

because i know no other way…

12 Nov 2012 In: idilice

The watch stopped ticking .

I walked alone the same places you have walked and i walked alone the places we have walked together and i missed all of that.
I admit i feel happy about how i feel now and about how i felt before; because i know it has been all true, honest . And somehow, i know you know that too , despite all… It is enough for me to know you know it and i feel happy. But it is time for me to say Forever Farewell and to be glad for what life offers you from now on, you and only you.  I hope it offers you much more than i could ever… Everything that i could never… And :) because that’s what you tought me best.

The watch is ticking again , It has new batteries : )
“…
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.”

Romanu’i inventiv frate!,
Da, Romanu-i bun la toate,
Si ce isi doreste …poate!

Nu ma intrebati de intro va rog…Pur si simplu am ras isteric azi..
Imi aduc aminte cum acum cateva zile invitati fiind in luxosul apartament din Bukit Timah al unui simpatic Managing Director neamtz, ne laudam fiecare si noi si el si micutza lui nemtzoaica din Padurea Neagra cu ce ne face pe noi foarte tipic German , respectiv Roman. Read the rest of this entry »

quo quo scelesti ruitis ????

9 Jul 2012 In: Urban

Gracefully accepting defeat
I stand on my own two feet
I look down and i see you
I look up and i see through!”

Incepusem sa scriu un post glorios. Read the rest of this entry »

posturi uitate sau baloane de sapun

12 Mar 2012 In: Uncategorized

If we accept a home of our making,
Familiar habit makes for indolence.
We must prepare for parting and leave-taking
Or else remain the slaves of permanence.”
(Joseph Knekht –magister ludi)

«L’homme n’est pas la négation de l’enfant, mais son développement, et malheur à qui veut barrer ce qu’il fut !»
[ Louis Aragon ] -
Extrait de Le Libertinage

Şi am aflat că simţi credinţa doar atunci când o pierzi. Căci ea este pentru marinar semnificaţie a mării. Şi pentru soţ semnificaţie a iubirii. Dar sunt clipe în care marinarul se întreabă: “Pentru ce această mare?”. Iar soţul:”La ce bun această iubire?”. Nimic nu le lipseşte, decât nodul divin ce leagă lucrurile. Şi le lipseşte totul.

Femeia este iubită aşa cum e iubită muzica, cum e iubit luxul. Este spirituală şi este dorită. Dar ceea ce ea crede, ceea ce simte, ceea ce poartă în gând, nu interesează pe nimeni.

si sunt femeie…
Si in lumea mea, strajuita de bariere de roua nu mai diferentiem in simtire femeie de barbat, nu ne pierdem credinta nici acum si nici niciodata intru iubire , nu consimtim tacit copilariile unuia sau altuia si nici nu le negam existenta .Iar defectele, defectele cele multe si grase ca umbrele de pe peretele verde crud sunt doar fetzele jucause si somnoroase ale zambetului de duminica dimineata care moare atat de des si de linistit si reinvie in fiecare duminica de dimineata…