vineri, 27 mai 2011

Reverie.


Momente de cuget.
A trecut ceva timp de cand nu m-am mai gandit la multe lucruri,
de cand nu m-am mai regasit in aceasta liniste primavaratica..
Moment de cuget, de analiza, de creare.
Adierea vantului ce imi aducea miros de frunze si ma inspira, ma facea sa traiesc odata cu clipa.
Nopti albe, felinare, si un cer senin.
Lucruri pe care le traiesc singur..departe.
Si imi este dor, de ea.
Sursa de fericire, care imi aduce zambetul pe fata, care ma face sa fiu diferit, si aduce raze de lumina in sufletul meu.
Timpul are alt sens cand simti totul acolo, in momentele unice.
Uiti de tot, uiti de tine.
Vreau! vreau inapoi..
O vreau inapoi aici.

Oricat de mult mi-a placut linistea.. am invatat sa ador linistea impartasita.

marți, 1 martie 2011

Indéniablement.



"No hay cosas imposibles en esta vida."

duminică, 13 februarie 2011


Wordless.
Acum sunt in stadiul ala in care orice creez nu este indeajuns de satisfacator pentru propriul eu.
Nu stiu ce sa fac, ca sa transpun tristetea.
Nimic nu ma incanta.
Nici macar eu insumi.
Sa ma exprim? sa tin in mine? sa fac ceva? sa creez ceva?
Sa fiu in deriva.
Sa merg in neant.
Feeling what have you done to me.

To live without you would be like a winter without snow.
Can't be one without the other.

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

Afterglow.


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

joi, 27 ianuarie 2011

Substance.


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 !

luni, 27 decembrie 2010

27.




Ma simt sleit de puteri.
Parca am ajuns la capatul tunelului si nu mai pot, dar tot mai merg.
Un amalgam de sentimente complexe, de trairi tulburatoare.
Viata controversata, plina de drame, de dezamagiri proprii.
Iti vine sa te iei de mana cu copacii.
Totul se intampla prea repede, orele se scurg precum secundele.
Du-te acolo, fugi acolo.
Supravietuieste loviturilor si ridica-te.


We will meet again and we'll find ourselves holding each other's hands while we're deeply watching our wasted hearts through the abyss of our bottomless brown eyes..
..and it will be great, extraordinary actually.

Then time will stop.

sâmbătă, 25 decembrie 2010

Dos décadas.







¡Feliz cumpleaños! Paz y tranquilidad.

sâmbătă, 18 decembrie 2010

duminică, 5 decembrie 2010

On the run.


Frigul a venit si numaratoarea inversa a inceput.
Frumos, dragut si complicat.
Nici nu m-am mai obosit cu scrisul.
N-am timp, n-am cand sa mai fac si asta.
Prea-mi ocupa mintea totul, si totul mintea.

Dar visele noastre..niciodata nu se vor consuma.
Pentru ca noi credem in ele, si cel mai important, putem sa le traim.
Un om fara intelepciune este un om mort..iar eu ce'i drept din cand in cand mai mor.
Natura optimista nu trebuie infranta niciodata.
Daca eu mi-as pierde capul, n-as mai fi eu.
Si altii, n-ar mai intelege deloc.

luni, 1 noiembrie 2010

luni, 9 august 2010

You gotten into my bloodstream.



Wake up, look me in the eyes again,I need to feel your hand upon my face.
I need to feel your breath.
You're running through my veins like liquid silver.
.

From the start till the end I am the order in my own mental disorder.
We all know words can relay nice, but they can also cut you open.
They say home is where your heart is.
I'll phone home and i'll say home is everywhere since you're loved.
Even if I lie.
Oh the spaces in between,
Two minds and all the places they have been.
How many wonders could you taste till everything deep inside comes to life?
...and the beauty lies in her loneliness.
I'm telling you, I'll go deep inside your mind and i'll kiss you.
Then you'll sleep well and the color will easily bruise your thoughts.
We both know we're pretty much alike even if we live in the same body, even if this happen in different places and different years.
Living here is still an option.
And all of this is told because this is the awesomeness of being awesome while nobody knows what awesomeness truly means.
Lately i figured out that once you find something you love, you should never let it go because it won't come back in the same way it did the first time.
So on our way, we figured out that we should move forward to the next level.
Small stories without context in many visions, well founded in the spirit, less in being.
Try to make an order in the chaos of daily life.

I think I might’ve inhale you
I could feel you behind my eyes
You gotten into my bloodstream
I could feel you floating in me.

Loving, living, listening, writing.

duminică, 1 august 2010

Am cazut de mii de ori.. Trebuie sa zbor..



Am căzut de mii de ori,
N-ai știut să tragi de sfori..
Să mă ții în vânt nu-i greu
Am fost zmeul tău mereu..
Ți-am iubit necunoscutul
Eu ți-am upgradat sărutul,
Ți-am suflat cu dor pe gene,
Eu ți-am alergat prin vene..
Ți-am alergat prin vene..
Trebuie să zbor...

Să fac dragoste cu ploaia,
Să fac dragoste cu vântul,
Să fac dragoste cu cerul,
Să mă-ntind pe tot pământul...

Stele-s pistruii nopții,
Luna-i amintirea zilei,
Norii sunt cearsaf pe soare
Ei mă vor uita, mă vor uita de tine
Mă vor uita de tine..
Liniștea va curge în mine...