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spune-mi...
daca ai mai arunca o data zarul,
nu-i asa ca lucrurile n-ar putea sa iasa altfel decat acum?

http://youtube.com/watch?v=Furfjeove0M (Cantara, DEAD CAN DANCE)

"Think with the Senses - Feel with the Mind. Art in the Present Tense" (Venice Biennale, 2007)

praf de stele (vita de vie)

Am o chitara deschisa,
O foaie nescrisa, si..
Praf de stele...
Pe... hainele mele
Si incerc sa nu uit,
Sa nu vad,
Sa cobor dintre ele.


Am o bodega in fata,
Am un ghem de ata,si..
Praf de stele pe...
Urmele mele
Si incerc sa ma urc,
Sa nu uit,
Sa raman printre ele..


Spune-mi oare mai sti cum a fost,
Primul inceput,
Primul vis pierdut,
Spune-mi sti cate ne-au mai ramas...
Pana azi..


Am o vedere spre lume,
Un vis fara nume
Si... praf de stele..
Pe.. urmele mele...
Si incerc sa ma uit inapoi,
Sa vad soare sau ploi..


Am o povesteste citita,
O soapta zidita,si..
Praf de stele
pe..hainele mele
Si as vrea sa culeg...
Stopi de vant,
Sa-i arunc pe pamant...
Sa devina cuvant.


Spune-mi oare mai sti cum a fost,
Primul inceput
primul vis pierdut
Spune-mi sti cate ne-au mai ramas...
Pana azi..


Spune-mi oare mai sti cum a fost,
Primul pas gresit, primul reusit
Spune-mi, sti cate trepte-au ramas..
De urcat...


Oare mai sti cum a fost,
Primul inceput
Primul vis pierdut
Spune-mi, sti cate ne-au mai ramas..
Pana azi...


Spune-mi oare mai sti cum a fost,
Primul pas gresit, primul reusit
Spune-mi, stï cate trepte-au ramas..
De urcat...

Manic Monday

... another Monday when I find out I my lottery ticket was a fake one.
lottery – those illusions' sellers...
and yet, so close to winning ... one more number could have assured my inner tranquility and the proof of an outer superior protective eye... besides the material benefits, that I don't strongly resent :))) bad luck in gambling, good luck in love. thanks but no thanks... ;) It's much more a material Monday when senses peep at a certain awakening...

at the end of the day I gather the remains of the seconds, the minutes, the hours that passed during my Ulyssian journey throughout this Monday, this city, this life ...

... vanitas vanitatum ... patterns that have a certain repetitive frequency ... predictive actions and ideas and people ... deja vu ... morbid scents and my red aching skin ... I enter Stillness Street ... the tranquility of my home, my corner, my beer ... the parsley and lovage borsch brings back home memories ... refreshing water pouring on my body ... disconnection ... oblivion ... night ... the end (of the day).

this Monday a child was brought into this world!!!

Sunday taste

... time is what we need and time is what we lack, and time passes so quickly, that the mirror only - our quiet implacable observer - can objectively testify the truth of this passing and the reality (?!) of our existance...


but today time is melting away. i cannot feel its consistency. in fact, i don't know if i ever could. i always saw a raw of little girls that continue to live in me - where else could they possibly go? a set of those Russian Matrushka dolls, that never fight because they fit perfectly in the same pattern, long time ago designed ... i am dreaming my dreams that dream me like in a never-ending story...

Orbitor, M. Cartarescu (fragment)

"Mama era marea mea poarta de trecere. Realitatea mi-era pe atunci impenetrabila ca un perete multicolor: obiectele, oamenii, casele, curtile, salcamii, strazile cunoscute, vazute aievea sau in vis erau desenate, in doua dimensiuni, pe zidul care ma-nconjura, sferic, de peste tot. Singura mama, incastrata si ea-n zid, in altorelief, cu zambetul ei chinuit si ochii caprui de taranca, era moale, era penetrabila, de parca zidul ar fi avut acolo o decalcifiere si in locul crustei concave de var s-ar fi ivit treptat o pielita ce putea fi sfasiata. Doar prin dreptul mamei se putea iesi, asa cum iesim, in clipa mortii, prin locul din crestet, dintre patru oase-mbinate, ce ramane moale atata vreme. Mama era translucida ca un zgarci prin care patrundea in sfera mea o lumina de dimineata."... really enjoyed the fragment :) ...