August 05, 2011
nu e mare filosofie
La urma urmei tot ce trebuie sa faci e sa-l lasi pe om sa vina la tine, asa cum esti si asa cum e. Sa nu ai asteptari. Sa te bucuri de regasire si sa nu-l compari pe acum cu atunci, chiar daca au trecut 11 - 12 ani. Sa nu-l compari nici macar cu el. Sa-l primesti cu sufletul primenit si sa-ti bei ceaiul cu inghitituri mici si egale. Da. Cam asta e.
May 16, 2011
Google knows best
"I destroy relationships"
Yup, no doubt about it, ‘tis the place to be! But I’m good at refurbishing them as well!
To whom it might concern: I also destroy hairdryers, ashtrays, any kind of switches, hand watches, kitchen pots and laptops.
And ze song, ze pretty little song:
March 11, 2011
mă gândesc totuși că
paradisul
dacă s-ar fi întâmplat
ar fi arătat chiar așa:
sau poate cu perdele de macramé greu și alb
cu două căni pentru ceai
o linguriță pentru miere
și multe dimineți de dragoste
pe îndelete
February 28, 2011
the cat is innocent, mind you
Of course it’s not the cat’s fault; it’s just that I found cat hair on some clothes.
Of course I blame the semi-flu for getting me just a bit irrational which lead to vaguely shading some tears and uneven breathing.
The cheapest cliché.
I forgive myself for that as well.
February 17, 2011
Say it isn't so
We’re throwing knives at each other without missing the target and it’s so easy now that there’s no buffer. We’re throwing out all the unsaid words and all our unspoken wishes. And we’re never really listening.
January 25, 2011
ianuarie. repede, să nu uit.
- burberry. london. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ tocmai de la budapesta. aduce puţin cu victoria’s secret heavenly dar parcă e maiaşa, mainuştiucum, parcă miroaseafericire.
- paharele pentru vin din care, ca nişte oameni civilizaţi ce suntem, am băut şampanie
- despărţiri cu drag şi nod în gât
- noi te vrem. tu ne vrei?
- susan cu miere şi fistic made in india
- curry
- foarte, foarte mult curry
- fineţuri şi rechini
- i made it! pentru filipa, cu drag.
- ceai rooibos. de vanilie. două cutii în zece zile.
- teste, note şi explicaţii. ca pentru copii.
- conf call cu două tanti din NY. productive and creative. măi să fie!
- thomas: ma couille eh!
- zăpadă multă, deci indieni chicotind şi alergând prin nămeţi
- portocale cu ulei de măsline. uau!
- alarm set for 6 am. daily. not enough sleep still boasting with energy.
- huto
- getting back in touch
- diferenţe culturale
- magneziu, calciu şi vedeta din ultimele zile, ibuprofen de 400. să trăiască!
- herbine! săpunuri, şampon solid şi happy pits. curat răsfăţ! mai vreau!
- the king’s speech din care am văzut primele opt minute cam de trei ori. poate după întoarcerea de la capitală sau weekendul viitor. sau nu ştiu, dar trebuie văzut.
- andy şi un roadtrip cluj – bucureşti - cluj. şi cred că atât.
- posibilităţi şi decizii
- nothing but smiles. da da da :)
January 23, 2011
funcţionez
Nu mai fug de mine. Închid ochii şi mă iau în braţe. Îmi spun ce nu mi-am spus niciodată. Că mă iubesc din cap şi până-n picioare. Îmi iubesc mai ales ochii mari, sânii mici şi şoldurile de femeie. Îmi spun că mă iert pentru toate zilele în care m-am rănit, nu mi-am zâmbit şi m-am îndoit de mine cu aşa de multă înverşunare. Îmi spun că nu e prea târziu. Să învăţ. Să mă mişc. Să mă simplific. Să încetez să mă judec. Să mă las să fiu. Îmi spun că e normal să-mi fie dor şi să-mi doresc. Mă sărut pe frunte şi îmi spun că sunt chiar aici.
January 16, 2011
femeii îi şade bine
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la cratiţă     cu oameni dragi din care cinevacevalipseştetotuşi |
January 14, 2011
December 29, 2010
a needle and a pin
What do you do when you can’t feel your arms and legs and can’t breathe and almost can’t talk?
You become aware of yourself but in a completely new way. You look into the driver’s eyes, fake a smile and kindly ask him to take you home. After eleven seconds your brain becomes functional and you ask again the driver to take you to that place where you can get fixed. You look for your phone and think of someone to call. It’s too early in the morning and people are either sleeping or away from the city. So you call no one. You get to the place and somehow you manage to get in. At this point you realize you have no bags with you. You turn around and see the driver getting them out of the car. He smiles. You pay and manage to say thank you and happy holidays. You lean against the wall while some tall guy dressed in blue and wearing white shoes comes your way and things start to get blurry. Then the first thing you hear is “Can you spell your name for me?”. Of course you can but you won’t cause you’d rather lay there and focus on that strange and warm tickling in your right arm. It soon takes over your entire body and you close your eyes and watch the images from the inside. “Don’t fall asleep! Open your eyes! Look at me and tell me your name!”. You keep your eyes closed and feel the tears leaving cold traces on your face. You’re aware that you might look like a worn out clown with smudged mascara. You don’t care. “Does it hurt? How long have you been like this?” You finally open your eyes and see the man in blue leaning over you. You can’t tell his age and the color of his eyes is uncertain. “A few days”. “And why didn’t you check in earlier?” You stare at him for a while then close your eyes again. He makes you promise you won’t fall asleep and then you hear him leave the room. He comes back with a nurse and an IV unit. Then you stay there watching the ceiling and the neon lights and biting your lips. You keep telling yourself this is a joke. “OK, you’re good to go now. But I’ll be expecting you here again in two days.” You go home,lock yourself in and go to sleep. You don’t unpack.
You become aware of yourself but in a completely new way. You look into the driver’s eyes, fake a smile and kindly ask him to take you home. After eleven seconds your brain becomes functional and you ask again the driver to take you to that place where you can get fixed. You look for your phone and think of someone to call. It’s too early in the morning and people are either sleeping or away from the city. So you call no one. You get to the place and somehow you manage to get in. At this point you realize you have no bags with you. You turn around and see the driver getting them out of the car. He smiles. You pay and manage to say thank you and happy holidays. You lean against the wall while some tall guy dressed in blue and wearing white shoes comes your way and things start to get blurry. Then the first thing you hear is “Can you spell your name for me?”. Of course you can but you won’t cause you’d rather lay there and focus on that strange and warm tickling in your right arm. It soon takes over your entire body and you close your eyes and watch the images from the inside. “Don’t fall asleep! Open your eyes! Look at me and tell me your name!”. You keep your eyes closed and feel the tears leaving cold traces on your face. You’re aware that you might look like a worn out clown with smudged mascara. You don’t care. “Does it hurt? How long have you been like this?” You finally open your eyes and see the man in blue leaning over you. You can’t tell his age and the color of his eyes is uncertain. “A few days”. “And why didn’t you check in earlier?” You stare at him for a while then close your eyes again. He makes you promise you won’t fall asleep and then you hear him leave the room. He comes back with a nurse and an IV unit. Then you stay there watching the ceiling and the neon lights and biting your lips. You keep telling yourself this is a joke. “OK, you’re good to go now. But I’ll be expecting you here again in two days.” You go home,lock yourself in and go to sleep. You don’t unpack.
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