Sufletul e ca un pian. Daca nu e utilizat cum trebuie, se dezacordează și cântă fals. Daca nu e folosit deloc, se așterne praf, se irosește. Cineva, cândva atunci când te aștepți mai putin, o sa știe cu naturalețe și fără niciun efort sa cânte impecabil la el. Iar el, sufletul, sa mai rezoneze doar asa. Apoi, când pianistul pleacă fiecare clapa cândva apăsata, fiecare nota care e acum ecou se vor fi imprimat adânc, vor fi lăsat urme peste care timpul …
“Incepi sa stii ce e singuratatea atunci cand auzi tacerea lucrurilor” – Cioran Viata e controlata uniform si instinctiv de frica. Frica e autentica, traieste, e carnala. Si ne insoteste pe toti, mereu. E o constanta a vietii. Necunoscutul, intunericul, schimbarea, toate astea ne alimenteaza si ne intretin frica. Si toate trairile de care suntem …
A trecut exact un an. Un an de cand se intampla aceste scrisuri. Un an de la primul post. S-au schimbat multe de atunci. Multe ale mele, probabil multe ale voastre. Sunt cateva lucruri pe care atunci nu le stiam despre mine, pe care le-am descoperit intre timp. Si nu toate bune sau frumoase. Azi …
There’s this rule I follow whenever I start a a new relationship, personal or professional. And my rule is: invest 100% trust and then see if it will be broken or not. This is more than a post, it is a confession. A personal, painful one. A confession about how it feels to be misled and lied …
Nu stiu cati dintre voi stiu strada Mendeleev. E undeva la hotar de piata Amzei si piata Romana. Unii dintre voi stiti Planters-ul de demult sau Hippy Hippy Shake si-asa stiti si Mendeleev. Tin sa va vorbesc de doua locuri minunate de pe strada asta. Pe care poate unii din voi le stiti, altii sigur …
69.GreenI once believed That only fields are neverending… or seas or oceans or the skies Now throughout hay and flowers That I found you Nor seas, nor oceans nor the skies Will linger onto neverending In seas, in oceans Or the skies I once believed a sun in dusking times Through wind, or rain Or …
Have you ever been kicked out from your own life? When I was very little, before going to kindergarten I used to hear all sort of awful stories about it. But the most terrifying of all was this story where the teachers there used to make you sit on your knees on a bed of broken nutshells …
I stop and stare at our pictures over and over again. I have so many things I’d like to say but I feel it is forbidden. I am incapable of enjoying simple things because there’s no one to share them with. I’ve come to like the taste of my tears as they are so many… …
Numbers. I am fascinated by numbers. I started having this weird inclination a while back, when I discovered Mathematics or better yet geometry. For me, everything in this world can be reduced to or explained in numbers. I also have this obsessive-compulsive habit of counting things. At some point in my life I started to see …
I believe that the things we love are the things that define us. I also believe we are all made of stars 🙂 I love the smell of freshly ground coffee, I love the taste of his lips, I love the way my hair smells like smoke when winter approaches, I love the smell of …
