Tabiet de seara

Seara inainte sa se culce merge in bucatarie si mai fumeaza o ultima tigare.
Deschide geamul si aprinde becul de la hota.
Se uite pret de cateva clipe pe geam la blocurile insirate de-a stanga si de-a dreapta bulevardului.
Porumbeii aia doi de-o intampina in fiecare dimineata cand se trezeste isi fac veacul noaptea prin alte balcoane. Nu-i mai bat tabla cu picioarele lor scurte.
Sta pe acelasi scaun de fiecare data, picioarele ii atarna greu, obosite.
O mana o sprijina in cot pe masa si trage din tigare, cealalta se reazema in poala.
Bulinele astea de le are pe jos parca ii golesc mintea se uita la ele si nu zice nimic....

Insomnii

Au revenit noptile cu insomnii...

Pure morning

Nespus

No more walls

I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls."

Oana

Foto Ko

Undefined

A word for the moment when you know everything that follows will be different.

Unfaithfully yours

Dear Karen,

If you're reading this, it means I actually worked up the courage to mail it, so good for me. You don't know me very well, but if you get me started, I have the tendency to go on and on about how hard the writing is for me. But this, this is the hardest thing I've ever had to write. There's no easy way to say this, so I'll just say it: I met someone. It was an accident. I wasn't looking for it. I wasn't on the make. It was a perfect storm. She said one thing, I said another. Next thing I knew, I wanted to spend the rest of my life in that conversation. Now there's this feeling in my gut that she might be the one. She's completely nuts in a way that makes me smile. Highly neurotic, a great deal of maintenance required. She is you, Karen. That's the good news. The bad is that I don't know how to be with you right now. That scares the shit out of me, because I have this feeling that if I'm not with you right now, we'll get lost out there. It's a big, bad world full of twists and turns and people have a way of blinking and missing the moment. A moment that could have changed everything. I don't know what's going on with us and I can't tell you why you should waste a leap of faith on the likes of me. But damn, you smell good, like home, and you make excellent coffee. That's got to count for something, right? Call me.

Unfaithfully yours, Hank Moody

Colors turned to clouds

Mai multe aici

Mai complicat...mai gri

Dragostea, cum scria recent Jonathan Franzen, nu e reflexul superficial al like-urilor date fără discriminare lucrurilor călduţe şi cu o profunzime îndoielnică. E un sentiment mai complicat, mai gri, care conţine la fel de multă durere câtă bucurie.