Now I'm dreaming again

I love October

2010-10-24T21:22:00.000-07:00

I don't know what is it about October that I always miss something: a person, a place ,a leaf, a feeling,an illusion, a song, a vision. I find myself gathering all my memories and allowing myself to dream, allowing that little thing we call time to creep into my mind and mend with my business. And I wake up one day and the sun is brighter, and the clouds are gay and I dream just like that: my eyes wide open. It just happens that at this time of the year the leafs are dancing their colorful dance. Hard. "What a beautiful mess this is!"

Blindness

2010-03-11T18:42:00.000-08:00

Red bird, red bird what do you see?
I see a mad world looking at me.
Mad world, mad world what do you see?
I see a red bird trying to be free.

"The secret of happiness, you see, is not found in seeking more, but in developing the capacity to enjoy less. "--Socrates

Sunday Mood

2010-02-21T19:16:00.000-08:00

... and I just wanted sun... got hot tea and lots of aromas... felt like hitting the road...wished it would lead to nowhere... and it was a good Sunday

What a beautiful mess this is

2009-10-18T16:22:00.000-07:00

Il y a longtemps que je t'aime

2009-10-03T19:44:00.000-07:00

" The worst prison is the death of one's child.You never get out of it"
Empatie pentru conditia umana? Cu siguranta...de altfel foarte bine realizata, caractere bine construite, plot care te tine cu sufletul la gura pana la sfarsit. Recomandat.

Ce iubesc: Fotografia!

2009-10-02T21:02:00.000-07:00

"We were taught that he most important thing a young photographer can do is learn how to see. It wasn't about the equipment we were using. I don't remember being taught any technique. A camera was only a box that recorded an image.We learned to compose, to frame, to fill the negative, to fit everything we saw into the camera's rectangle. We were never to crop our pictures. We went out every morning and took pictures and developed them in the dark room the same day. Since the prints were washed in communal trays and everybody's pictures were lying there with everybody else's, you tried hard to come back with something good. In the evening we would sit around and discuss our work. We were a community of artists."

ANNIE LEIBOVITZ AT WORK

2009-10-02T20:36:00.001-07:00

2009-09-20T19:20:00.000-07:00

"If you have no voice
SCREAM
If you have no legs
RUN
If you have no hope
INVENT"

Primary colors

2009-07-19T21:26:00.000-07:00

"Red" Krzysztof Kieslowski on the need for passion and human connection. Two parallel stories waiting to happen. Phone lines.Lives tied by voices. Accidents that
"bring together very different people,since love chooses to pair people at random".

Valentine:Je l'aime...Si pouvais faire quelque chose
Joseph:Vous pouvais. Etre.
Valentine:Qu'est ce que vous voulez dire?
Joseph: Jusque ca. Etre.

Dimineti si flori de tei

2009-07-04T07:00:00.000-07:00

Iubesc diminetile. Devreme, ploiase, innourate, cu soare, linistite. Drept urmare, am ales sa alerg dimineata cand nu e tipenie de om pe strazi si singurele sunete auzite sunt ale pasarilor. Zilele astea a inflorit un tei pe traseul pe care alerg, si e mic si prapadit ca il depasesc eu in inaltime si greutate, dar umple portiunea aia de pamant cu niste miresme de te face sa te opresti sa-i rupi florile si sa le arunci intr-o cana cu apa fierbinte.De fiecare data cand am trecut pe acolo am incetinit si m-am gandit cum sa-mi pun in aplicare planul "diabolic".Nu i-am cules podoaba, dar m-am umplut de miresme si de dor de copilarie, cand ma cataram in tei de dragul bunicii , nu a ceaiului...

Asa, cufundata in propriul Medeleni, ma simt mai putin ignoranta.

"The same moviemaker of the subconscious who, by day, was sending her bits of the home landscape as images of happiness, by night he would set up terrifying returns to the same land. The day was lit with the beauty of the land forsaken, the night by the horror of returning to it. The day would show her the paradise she had lost: the night, the hell she had fled".

from Ignorance, Milan Kundera