duminică, 30 ianuarie 2011

They breathe wisdom and bleed silver.

Pain always changed our perception of the world.
Art is born from pain.
Creativity is born from pain,
From the cloudy hallways of the heart.
Without pain we wouldn't know who we really are and how far did we got.
Thank you pain, reminding me how is your taste.

vineri, 28 ianuarie 2011


That's why we breathe.
I can feel it in my bones.

joi, 27 ianuarie 2011


As the words come we know that the thoughts mark the wisdom of the phrase.
How Matthew Carter said :

“As the saying goes, type is a beautiful group of letters, not a group of beautiful letters.”

This one was about the beauty of fonts, here we talk about the meanings.
Here i am talking about meaningfull things.
As Isocrates said :

“Talking comes by nature, silence by wisdom.”

Yes, true.
You can always reach what nature gives you, but you can't reach silence if you don't reach wisdom.
Living between their lives. Finding the inconceivable, creating the concept and leaving.
While they're trying to find a sense, we're writing the book, the book is unprecedented, unreadable, inconceivable.
Mixing up minds and thoughts, searching for nothing, receiving the tickets and walking through while we're noticed but not presented.
Spotted .. like "ghosts" in a big city .. like "god's names" in Ancient Greece .. like "double agents" in dark crime cities. You know they're there ..but you can't touch them .. you can't reach them."
They rarely wrapped the legends by words, but the words have always been wrapped by legends.

You live only to see them again, but they disappear and come when no one expects.

miercuri, 12 ianuarie 2011

Desillusions of grandeur.

Release your mind.
Write about everything.
About the cold mornings..when the coffee seems to be far from you.
About the cloudy days, when you're trying to find your path.
About the choices you've made, about the things you left behind.
About the fact you can turn water to snow, and snow to ice.
About the landscapes that are surrounding you.
About the fact that everything is starting again.
And again..and again.
About the legacy of the writer, through nights and days.
About the bottle of whiskey you just finished.
About her flavor, her scent and the taste of her lips.
About her dress, her shoes, her hair.
About..dreams and nightmares.
About sickness, bloodlust and drama.
About despair and theatre.
About everyone, steal, sneak, share, replace.
Turn-up-side-down and back.
About your needless thoughts.
About their lives, about our.
About the encyclopedia called us.

The book isn't written by the writer, is written by you..
..and you are ?

luni, 3 ianuarie 2011

Time to go, pack your bags and start the engine.

I gotta go now, i have a plane to catch.
Sleep tight Romania.

Thank you !

Multumesc din suflet persoanelor deosebite din viata mea care au organizat aceasta petrecere de ramas bun ! I lived most beautiful surprise so far !
You left me speechless guys.
Thank you ! Thank you ! Thank you !