Azi am văzut soarele răsărind dintr-un lan verde de grâu, înconjurat de maci și albăstrele. Era și un furnal cu baza cât curtea bunicii de mare prin peisaj, dar mie mi-a plăcut nota de dramatism pe care o aducea. Te rog nu râde.
M. dormea pe umărul meu, iar L. nu avea stare. Așa că o tot "împungea". "Copii râzători".
Acum sunt în apartamentul nostru din București, stau pe balcon și ascult Mozart, Doru Stănculescu, All Saints și Alexi Murdoch. E greu să găsești un mix bun.
Stau și-mi fac tot felul de scheme în cap. Ce-ar fi să dau la Psihologie? Sau poate la Drept? Sau Jurnalism?
Ce-ar fi să-mi fac un credit de prima casă?
Ce-ar fi dacă aș pleca în străinătate, să lucrez?
Ce-ar fi dacă aș fi mică, mică de tot? Dacă aș fi iar copil, iar imatură și nesăbuită?
Ce-ar fi dacă ai fi aici, iar eu n-aș mai avea întrebări, ci doar răspunsuri?
Azi am văzut soarele răsărind dintr-un lan verde de grâu, printr-o draperie albastră, cu ochiuri largi prin care puteai spiona lumea de afară fără ca ea să știe că măcar exiști.
Și toată lumea mea era acolo.
luni, 19 mai 2014
vineri, 16 mai 2014
things that take 3 minutes
my favourite song on the AM album
a good cigarette
the intense happiness of seeing somebody dear after a long time
the perfect cup of tea
getting out of bed and washing your face with water cold as ice
the fervid moments from collapsing into climax and finally catching your breath
the guilty pleasure of procrastination after getting out of shower,
deciding that you'd rather surf the web instead of getting dressed right away
the perfect phone conversation from workplace to the subway
the hug I entangle you when I haven't seen you in quite some time
write this and still have a 1 minute and a half to think about you, about the world and how I've lost focus for just a second. there, I'm lost.
but I know I've been lost before and found my way back somehow.
a good cigarette
the intense happiness of seeing somebody dear after a long time
the perfect cup of tea
getting out of bed and washing your face with water cold as ice
the fervid moments from collapsing into climax and finally catching your breath
the guilty pleasure of procrastination after getting out of shower,
deciding that you'd rather surf the web instead of getting dressed right away
the perfect phone conversation from workplace to the subway
the hug I entangle you when I haven't seen you in quite some time
write this and still have a 1 minute and a half to think about you, about the world and how I've lost focus for just a second. there, I'm lost.
but I know I've been lost before and found my way back somehow.
luni, 12 mai 2014
I guess it's me.
This week, apart from being amazingly pleasant and peaceful, I got hold of two absolutely fabulous quotes. One I got from the (of course) incredible A Dance with Dragons (Game of Thrones fans, holla at me) and the other one from David's Rock Quiet Leadership. They both went deep into my conscience and brought up that moment of Evrika!-this-is-exactly-what-I-think-and-feel!
"A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies, said Jojen. The man who never reads lives only one." - George R.R. Martin
"We would rather be ruined than changed,
We would rather die in our dread
Than climb the cross of the moment
And let our illusions die." - W.H. Auden
So what do Neuroleadership and George R.R. Martin have in common?
I guess it's me.
"A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies, said Jojen. The man who never reads lives only one." - George R.R. Martin
"We would rather be ruined than changed,
We would rather die in our dread
Than climb the cross of the moment
And let our illusions die." - W.H. Auden
So what do Neuroleadership and George R.R. Martin have in common?
I guess it's me.
sâmbătă, 26 aprilie 2014
taking the stairs
today I lost the elevator.
while I was trying to get a new fridge up to the 5th floor, where I live.
I lost it while I was descending with the old one.
and when I took the old TV out.
and when I was getting some milk and bread from the store right in front of my building.
so I started to think about life and how it's full of elevators we try to catch.
about one year ago, C. came from Belgium and we did what we know to do best: drink Starbucks, rally the stores and look for cheap fashion treasures. so we decided to go to H&M, where I fell in love with a pair of black ankle strap sandals that were a little out of my budget.
I put them on and they felt like they were not fitting right.
C. bought pink suede strappy sandals. and I decided against the ones I really wanted. C. actually offered to buy them for me, but it felt weird.
so, with both feet on the ground, we left the store and just kept walking around till we got tired and went home. I remember it was raining. and because you were living closer to the area I took a cab to your place instead of mine.
so I guess that when I saw the same sandals yesterday at the store at 50% off I just had to take them.
now I walk around the house, cleaning my kitchen and checking my new refrigerator in 4 inch high heels.
and I think about how I lost the elevator.
and how I will probably not see C. very soon for a new shopping session.
and how I miss splitting up a nice ice coffee frappucino. and how I miss her overall.
and how we lost ourselves. you're away and I'm apart. and we're not going to find each other too soon. we lost that elevator.
so what did I do?
I took the stairs instead.
and it felt good too feel my heart racing for no reason.
while I was trying to get a new fridge up to the 5th floor, where I live.
I lost it while I was descending with the old one.
and when I took the old TV out.
and when I was getting some milk and bread from the store right in front of my building.
so I started to think about life and how it's full of elevators we try to catch.
about one year ago, C. came from Belgium and we did what we know to do best: drink Starbucks, rally the stores and look for cheap fashion treasures. so we decided to go to H&M, where I fell in love with a pair of black ankle strap sandals that were a little out of my budget.
I put them on and they felt like they were not fitting right.
C. bought pink suede strappy sandals. and I decided against the ones I really wanted. C. actually offered to buy them for me, but it felt weird.
so, with both feet on the ground, we left the store and just kept walking around till we got tired and went home. I remember it was raining. and because you were living closer to the area I took a cab to your place instead of mine.
so I guess that when I saw the same sandals yesterday at the store at 50% off I just had to take them.
now I walk around the house, cleaning my kitchen and checking my new refrigerator in 4 inch high heels.
and I think about how I lost the elevator.
and how I will probably not see C. very soon for a new shopping session.
and how I miss splitting up a nice ice coffee frappucino. and how I miss her overall.
and how we lost ourselves. you're away and I'm apart. and we're not going to find each other too soon. we lost that elevator.
so what did I do?
I took the stairs instead.
and it felt good too feel my heart racing for no reason.
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