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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.

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.

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.

from the Carpathian garden to the gardern of Asia

    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.

Posted on 8 May '13 by admin, under Eng., Urban. 1 Comment.