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Lucian Blaga, 1919

2011-11-01T13:25:00.000+01:00

Eu nu strivesc corola de minuni a lumii

Eu nu strivesc corola de minuni a lumii
şi nu ucid
cu mintea tainele, ce le-ntâlnesc
în calea mea
în flori, în ochi, pe buze ori morminte.
Lumina altora
sugrumă vraja nepătrunsului ascuns
în adâncimi de întuneric,
dar eu,
eu cu lumina mea sporesc a lumii taină -
şi-ntocmai cum cu razele ei albe luna
nu micşorează, ci tremurătoare
măreşte şi mai tare taina nopţii,
aşa îmbogăţesc şi eu întunecata zare
cu largi fiori de sfânt mister
şi tot ce-i neînţeles
se schimbă-n neînţelesuri şi mai mari
sub ochii mei-
căci eu iubesc
şi flori şi ochi şi buze şi morminte.

2011-10-26T16:12:00.001+02:00

Rita by OTILIA CADAR

oil and acrylic on canvas

150/100 cm

2010

in private collection

HAIKU pentru Rita:

O ating si simt

Deliciu proaspăt și zac
Urăsc, o iubesc.

by me

incercare de haiku

2011-10-26T16:10:00.000+02:00

Yumiko by OTILIA CADAR

oil on canvas

150/100 cm

2011

HAIKU pentru japoneză:

Nu există timp,

Triluri mă poartă pe mal,
Imobilă sunt și tac.

by me

guiana eliberata

2011-10-26T16:07:00.002+02:00

Guiana by OTILIA CADAR

oil on canvas

150/100 cm

2011

Ziua în care mi-a furat chipul - poemul fetei din Caraibe

Cu grație senină ea mi-a aruncat un val suav pe deasupra ochilor

Și mi-a furat chipul.
Mi-a șoptit un descântec și mi-a promis iubire:
"Vei cunoaște fericirea și extazul și mireasma dulce a milioanelor de ochi care te vor indrăgi

și azi și mâine și iar..."
Aș vrea să strig, să o chem la mine, să o ating o dată, o singura dată!
Nu-i cunosc numele și nici culoarea, i-aș recunoaște atingerea dintr-o mie...
Mi-e frig și îmi vreau chipul înapoi.
Ce este frumusețea?

by me

tribute

2011-10-26T16:01:00.002+02:00

memories

2011-10-26T15:57:00.002+02:00

Labirintul mecanic - Eva's poem

2011-06-11T15:59:00.003+02:00

Iva by OTILIA CADAR

oil on canvas

150/100 cm

2011

TE PRIVESC si recunosc miscarea

Iti stiu gandul si il iau cu mine

Ma joc neincetat, ma joc cu mintea ta,

TE ADULMEC si TE VREAU

Vreau zarzare si miere

Nu am mersul leganat

TU imi APARTII.

poem

by me

poemotilion

2011-04-14T21:58:00.002+02:00

O libelula, Te iubesc Idilic, Ludic, Idol Absolut.

in-fascinatia unei alte lumi

2011-02-16T22:07:00.004+01:00

e seara si scriu agale ceea ce ar trebui sa fie un cod morse al culorilor generatiei mele... e trista si e in van fericita, cu zambetul desart al prostiei si superficialitatii ... ma privesc in oglinda, aspir catre fumuri ametitoare, jilturi de aur si incep sa fabulez in vis, mai multe vise, chipuri fara pata, locuri si intamplari stranii, care nu fac decat sa afirme cu tarie ce traim in fiecare zi, mostra noastra de realitate in care nu mai recunosc nimic...
poate doar visul de dragoste din copilarie, cand el vine usor si ma saruta tandru si apasat, doar atunci simt gustul.
Reading smtg new, isaac asimov, fly away deep into the future.

vain and matured

2010-08-06T01:53:00.000+02:00

cage shaped love bench

2010-08-06T00:46:00.004+02:00

Trapped in a world of illusions
There is pain in a bottle of water
So pure and clear.

White shaped dreams many forsea or share
Near the big ocean we fear
Salvation from our own selves
We pray to be green.

Sain wings we fallow into perdition
Magic arrows we throw into the mist
Quiet and loud we starve for
Life, beauty and love.

And here goes freedom
Our paths are drawn by shadows
We think what we have been told to
And we dare to be original.

To sleep a thousand years sleep
Is what we fancy with a twist.

Blinded by a fat compromise
Misleaded by the way of things
We are tired to sing
Instead we swing in a wonderful
Cage shaped, cold white metalic bench.
Until we trade it for a suede armchair.

zaluda

2010-08-03T01:36:00.003+02:00

Tot ce ti-am povestit este o minciuna, nu te cunosc si nu iti mai pot vorbi vreodata: asta i-am spus omului care se intamplase sa ramana blocat cu mine in lift. El nu imi da atentie incercand sa ceara ajutorul cuiva prin intermediul telefonului mobil. Mie nu mi-era frica. Siam ca problema se va rezolva in curand, iar daca vom ramane cateva ore acolo, intre cei patru pereti amenintatori si grei, va fi un experiment.
Si totusi nelinistea in mine crestea si i-am spus cu sinceritate ca ne-am cunoscut intr-o alta viata. I-am spus cu ochii, cu mintea si cu varful pantofului drept care statea ridicat parca asteptand ceva. Ii promisesem ca nu ii voi mai vorbi si aveam de gand sa-mi respect cuvantul dat, chiar daca el ma ignora complet.

baby blue

2010-07-27T00:50:00.001+02:00

fight to the end, set clouds on fire, search for my soul

2010-07-18T23:02:00.000+02:00

stiam de departe, de mult, din totdeauna

2010-07-08T13:19:00.007+02:00

simt, e foarte simplu: il iubesc, ca o flacara in centrul pamantului care se ascunde in labirintul de cremene...dar atunci cand isi face simtita prezenta izbucneste cu tarie si declara: tu esti...pentru mine si eu pentru tine
I need to know...could I look into your eyes?... could I, could I, could I have this kiss forever?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X8kskO1aJW4

fara titlu (inca) ... bunicului meu

2010-07-06T17:32:00.003+02:00

Bufnitura o sperie ingrozitor. Mai avea putin si degetele i-ar fi amortit complet pe franghiile ce sustineau podul debil din lemn vechi.
Dar avea incredere il el. L-ar fi urmat oriunde si mai stia ca la capatul traseului o astepta o surpriza. Si dupa ce se indeparta de apa, mergand destul de mult pe potecuta care se pierdea in padurea de pini a satului, clantanitului podului si framantarea continua a apei pe bolovanii aceia grasi si neputinciosi, hotarati sa ramana pe veci pe loc ca sa primeasca palmele suvoaielor nervoase, inca se mai auzeau. Si tot ce cadea de sus in apele involburate era dus mai departe, ca o ofranda. Oare au existat sacrificii umane in acest loc? Oare podul a permis ca prin vreuna din sparturile sale sa se scurga viata cuiva?
Pasii ei neauziti gasira muschiul verde din padure, si sub atingerea lui catifelata, picioarele scapara de sandalele netribuincioase si se afundara fericite in mormanul verde.
Se concentra sa asculte sa asculte fiecare cuvant, pe care apoi il pastra cu sfintenie in cutiuta ei cu amintiri. Bunicul incepuse sa povesteasca. Aici se simtea ocrotita, iar timbrul vocii, atat de fermecator, o linistea si ii permitea imaginatiei ei sa zburde in voie. Toate povestirile bunicului prindeau viata... si da, credea in ele, credea in el si il imbratisa la fiecare sfarsit de istorie, multumita cu finalul aflat, cu gandul la o continuare.
Bunicul ii daruise pasiunea pentru fictiune, pentru o realitate intotdeauna frunoasa, sau macar una in care sa ne bucuram in egala masura atat de partile bune cat si de cele rele...
Zgomotul facut de lift o facu sa tresara la fel de nelinistita ca atunci pe pod. Atat de multi ani trecusera, iar multe dintre amintiri se pierdusera si poate totusi nu in totalitate...

abuz de sentimente

2010-05-25T23:47:00.000+02:00

un trifoi cu patru foi

HURT

2010-05-24T22:01:00.002+02:00

sweet and sour
rainy hot night
green grass
a big bug
a hole in the wall
a mess.

lost in translation

2010-05-24T21:43:00.004+02:00

lost in a cup of dark coffee with dark thoughts
running wild on the road to perdition
searching for the beat generation,

i've completely lost track of time,
smell and hunger,
i am hot, the wind carreses my tired face
and i am loose again.

no one else, never control anything, no one
i am lost in my way, dreaming of the one i should be,
dreaming of the one i wannabe
screaming the sweet flavour of vanilla
i want to touch the original feeling
i cannot anymore
i don't know myself no more.

Where did everyone go?
they are still here, just different inside
where is that prince charming, the perfect gentelman...
i hate perfection and i sing salvation
crazy mind, lost by a lake where no flowers grow.

What do I want? Am I really lost?
Or is it the same illusion over and over again...
I am tired of being just a slender water-lily
Amazed by life and its heros.
I want it all, to have it all and not know what to do with it.
But than I must not forget love, cause without it I am lost forever.

black coffee, sweet smile

2010-05-07T14:59:00.001+02:00

ablest

2010-05-06T23:48:00.000+02:00

un om intr-o valiza

2010-04-23T21:56:00.001+02:00

O carte postala a plecat pe jos catre infinit
Vrea sa prinda un curcubeu de un picior si sa-i cante un cantec de leagan...
Are trei cuvinte la purtator si nu stie sa le foloseasca

O carte postala sta pe ganduri
Vrea sa existe melodios, viseaza sa poata incanta
Cu ale sale triluri

O carte postala a uitat deja de ce a plecat
Pentru ca nu are memorie
Poate numai daca ar fi avut o adresa...

O carte postala in sapte culori
Are trei cuvinte la purtator si de fapt e neterminata
Vrea sa fie recunoscuta.

i am but love

2010-04-23T19:59:00.002+02:00

I am window with light
I am smile with a hat
I am somewhere in the dark
Iam but a shadow of discontent
I am amused and yet bemused.

Nor do I sleep, nor do I awake
loosing everything and gaining so much more,
I walk along the pretty road
To find a path, to smell a rose
I am one name.

I am a fountain
Rain falls down and I sink
To hear the clouds, to touch a life
I search because
I love.

INVICTUS

2010-04-19T21:33:00.003+02:00

Out of the night that covers me
Black as the Pit from pole to pole
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced and nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings and of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unfair.

It matters not how straight the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

by William Ernest Henley

butterfly house

2010-03-31T23:40:00.001+02:00

self discovery, cage, shiver, maple syrup, fear, excitement, together, exploration to an end, me.

the beat generation

2010-03-31T14:19:00.003+02:00

from Allen Ginsberg's HOWL poetry book, a SONG:

The weight of the world is love.
Under the burden of solitude, under the burden of dissatisfaction
the weight, the weight we carry is love.
Who can deny?
In dreams it catches the body,
in thought constructs a miracle,
in imagination angiushes till born
in human looks out of the heart burning with purity
- for the burden of life is love but we carry the weight wearily, and so must rest in the arms of love, at last, must rest in he arms of love.
No rest without love, no sleep without dreams o love - be mad or chill obsessed with angels or machines, the final wish is love -
cannot be bitter, cannot deny,
cannot with hold it denied:
the weight is too heavy
- must give for no return as thought is given in solitude in all the excellence of its excess.
The warm bodies shine together in the darkness, the hand moves to the center of the flesh, the skin trembles in hapiness and the soul comes joyfull to the eyes -
yes, yes, that's what I wanted, I always wanted, I always wanted to return to the body where I was born.

only

2010-03-27T13:46:00.000+01:00

Only in books has mankind known perfect truth, love and beauty. - George Bernard Shaw

just a wonderful possibility

2010-03-26T13:31:00.000+01:00

l-am descoperit pe Kerouac

2010-03-25T23:22:00.005+01:00

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow Roman candles exploding across the stars, and in the middle, you see the blue-center light pop, and everybody goes ahh ...

wanna reads

2010-03-25T22:23:00.004+01:00

On The Road, The Dharma Bums, Book of dreams, Mexico City blues,Tristessa by Jack Kerouac
The hippos were boiled in their tanks by Kerouac and Burroughs
Howl & other peoms by Allan Ginsberg
Midnight Children by Salman Rushdie
Istoria Religiilor de Mircea Eliade
Emily Dickinson's poems

cinism cu roi ridicat

2010-03-25T22:21:00.000+01:00

complex de inferioritate

2010-03-25T18:48:00.003+01:00

am aflat raspunsul, lantul salbiciunilor s-a rupt! era vorba de un complex de inferioritate, cu o copilarie chinuita, cu suflet crud si vocabular salbatic. Cu siguranta ii vom gasi mereu scuze si provoca nevroze.
am obosit, nu imi place sa impart vina in pahare de vin si vin iar si iar si zic este complex.
evident ne intoarcem mereu la de ce, care de fapt este o intrebare nevinovata, fara intentii ascunse si foarte clara. dar asa va fi ea judecata cu asprime.

I love every moment

2010-03-22T20:31:00.004+01:00

The one when I kissed the Chilean girl on that sunny and cold noon, on her favourite bench in a green park... I didn't do it, but the moment felt like it.
Like the one I said goodbye and had a freshly squeezed start, looking only forward, forgetting all bad, all good, with big eyes on success!
Exactly like the one when I had the perfect romance on an adventure with a taste of late night jazz, big fat breakfast, long walk to the trainstation, not saying goodbye but actually meaning adio...
Somewhere near the waves, with wet sand on my feet, when I had the longest kiss that should have been my highschool high...
Like the perfect one I imagine, but can't quite picture it because there is none or is there? I am just dreamin'

hmmm

2010-03-21T21:49:00.000+01:00

tocmai am schimbat sablonul... a bit weird though hmmmm

likes and dislikes

2010-03-19T14:59:00.001+01:00

I like Orange Wednesdays ads

explozie

2010-03-18T23:16:00.003+01:00

mi-e dor de culoare, simt miros de metrou, alerg scari interminabile, zambesc, zambesc, zambesc!

un iluzionist posac

2010-03-16T19:31:00.005+01:00

Cand era mic, i s-a spus vei fi iluzionist. A imbracat costumul caraghios cu bucurie si speranta a inceput sa bata neincetat in pieptu-i plin de miere. A calatorit lumea, a colindat mintile oamenilor, a vazut nevazute si a vorbit poate prea mult. A crezut ca lumea iubeste iluzia, magia, misterul. De fapt s-a regasit pe sine, indragostit nebuneste de o himera. Nici nu mai intelege ce inseamna dragoste, nu mai stie ce este zapada, simte ploaia rece, dar nu mai este la fel... nu mai poate fi la fel.
Uraste perfectiunea, pasivitatea si banalul si totusi cuvantul lui preferat este "prozaic". Iubeste iluziile, vrea sa se joace mereu, alearga acolo unde vantul bate pribeag, acolo unde valurile descopera noi stanci si iubeste, iubeste la infinit.
Acum a simtit gustul amar al nisipurilor miscatoare, a mestecat in sec o libelula si crede ca tristetea il va inghiti. Este un iluzionist posac. Deziluzionat. Remarcabil

blasfemie...il citesc pe Malraux in EN

2010-03-14T16:11:00.005+01:00

La Condition Humaine... are o poezie aparte, o proza incarcata metaforic incat pe alocuri de abia mai poti respira, asa cum mi-as dori sa pot si eu asterne pe hartie, emotii, metafore, simtiri pure, grele, aburinde, de neuitat :)

"...A while ago she seemed to me like a mad or a blind woman. I don't know her. I know her only to the extent that I love, in the sense in which I love her. One posseses of another person only what one changes in him..."

blue

2010-03-11T22:24:00.003+01:00

Albastru era culoarea mea preferata,
si pentru ca fiecare lucru in parte dezamageste macar o data,
am uitat albastru, l-am lasat aruncat la picioarele patului,
soarele il mangaie in zori de zi, apoi ii vorbeste domol in ajun pana cand il convinge sa faca un compromis.
Si acum ar trebui sa fiu fericita, dar lui albastru nu ii sta bine asa, prea mult galben il face palid si verzui, nu mai e albastrul meu...
As fi vrut sa poata canta, sa strige din rasputeri, da e ea, ea e culoarea mea, iar eu emotionata si intimidata sa fi purtat vapai in obraji, iar clipirile mele de cristal sa nu le fi uitat niciodata.
Dar el e doar albastru, nu poate canta, nu stie sa strige, si stie ca nu e nevoie de magie, marea de sentimente ii apartine, albastre sunt toate privirile, da, albastru cuprinde tot, caci e infinit.
Iar acum el sta acolo jos si asteapta. Sau poate nu e albastru , e doar violet care imi joaca feste fine din cand in cand...
albastru ma urmereste peste tot si nu ii pot rezista, chiar daca sufletul meu singuratic tanjeste la ceva nedefinit...
Sunt contrariata si as vrea un semn de bunavointa de la zei.
Albastru, verde, topaz, smarald, sacrificiu, explozie, zambet, mare de bucurie pentru ca nu exista fericire.

de ce cele mai frumoase povesti?

2010-03-10T21:44:00.003+01:00

De ce cele mai frumoase povesti sunt cele in care personajele decid sa moara, sau sunt ucise cu pasiune sau pur si simplu dispar pentru a ramane nemuritoare?
Imi place mereu sa intreb, de ce...
si oare... si din nou de ce...
voi afla vreodata???????????????????????????????????

Intr-un cerc...poeme din 2010 partea aIIa

2010-03-01T15:20:00.002+01:00

O simfonie austera si surda ma trezeste din visare...
Lumea in jurul meu capata contur, culoare, atata seriozitate, clisee si la fel cu felul lor..
E atat de greu sa gasesti acea gratie nefireasca, acel zambet cazut intr-un abis delicios, acolo pe obraz ... sau poate e greu sa vrei sa cauti?
Spiritul meu e liber, e liber! strig eu, dar parca nu intelege libertatea...
doar puterea mintii ii incatuseaza aripile, il chinuie cu intrebari, dileme, simtiri diverse, dorinte si idealuri toxice...
Spiritul meu nu crede in perfectiune, cauta mereu o alta cale, acea carare plina de flori, o cale spre melancolie.
Si ar vrea sa poata lua cu el tot ceea ce surprinde in cale-i, sa pastreze totul dulce in pachete legate cu panglici zmeurii si totul amarui in tuburi fumurii, care impreuna contruiesc o orga mare, impunatoare... si ea canta acordurile unei simfonii.

vanilla twilight

2010-02-24T22:54:00.000+01:00

looking for nr8

2010-02-09T10:11:00.003+01:00

and crimson feelings cover me with love!!!!!!!!!!!!

i hold the key

2010-02-08T23:29:00.000+01:00

prozaic

2010-02-03T16:39:00.002+01:00

cuvantul zilei :)

este unul dintre cuvintele mele preferate, iar semnificatia sa nu se ridica la nivelul asteptarilor semantice. de aceea il declar trist, de o frumusete patrunzatoare...

do u ever?

2010-02-03T16:09:00.003+01:00

Do you ever feel like you are a just a big fat fraud? That everything you say and do has been said and done before, that your feelings are not real, not genuine and someone else felt exactly like that... your hopes and dreams are made of thin air, and it is everyone's air, a breath, in a moment in time so perfect, but in fact it's the same air you and I breath, and all those people before us and those who shall come.
The future is but a joke, a sad emotion that we have to share...what if I want to be unique? and what if that is the one thing that cannot be possible?
What is free will? merely one free decision, you are free to take it but it's not yours to have!
and I don't have anything. it's just an illusion that keeps coming back and forth and there is no one to blame... what if I can't sing along, I refuse to follow the crowd, but I do all of these things, every second of every day and I believe
I believe in something, the reason to be, I believe the sea and the moon send love letters and listen to a silent sour symphony that might change your life, if only you could understand
and I spite the fact I can be so selfish.

2010 in poeme - partea I

2010-01-31T12:49:00.005+01:00

M-am asezat pe un scaun imens, imbracat in catifea verde de culoarea smaraldului,
am cazut intre cotiere si parca dansez pe ritmuri nebanuite
miscarea concentrica ma ameteste si ma intristeaza
E plin de zgomote ascutite si puerile
E cald si e frig, mi-e sete de iubire nemarginita
Astept de 100 de ani, singuratatea nu imi mai apartine, ii fac cu mana
Dar nu ma aude, strig din rasputeri
Si nu se aude nimic, lumea parca sta pe loc, pe locul cui? De ce?

As vrea un locsor, unul parfumat si excentric, dramatic si superficial,
superficial doar in aparenta, maiestuos si solemn
Sa fie doar al meu...

poeme din 2009...Unul sau mai multe zambete

2010-01-26T14:46:00.005+01:00

Altcineva, nu eu
O serata dansanta, e trista si palida
I-as da cu ardoare o pata de culoare.
Vreunul, fara a fi unul,
e sters si nu are suflare
Eu ma aplec usor, culeg o petala ratacita
si incerc sa caut pe acel cineva,
altcineva, care undeva la mal de mare,
sta cu picioarele goale... nisipul le doare,
iar gandul petrece zanatec, pe alei ocolitoare, poate, poate va intalni petala mea.
Cineva ar putea canta, zbura, dantui nebuneste in conduri de clestar,
Eu as putea fi cineva si m-as cufunda intr-o mare de galben stralucitor, un spatiu amagitor:
domnule Kapoor, as cuteza, da, as vrea acolo...
E foarte simplu, careva a incuiat ideile intr-un sertar si mi-a lasat un noian de jale sau poate e doar o piatra de jad?...
Nu vreau sa o imprastii, nu vreau sa o pastrez, as da orice sa pot urca,
calatori intr-un balon umflat cu aer de primavara!
Cui? Tu? El? Ea? Nimeni! Oare?
e liniste si aud la intervale nedefinite cum o picatura paraseste un turture boland
si paseste zgomotos pe masa de toaleta.
Sau poate ma insel... mai incerc o data: Cui? Tu? Esti chiar tu?
Te strang in pumn si vraja e gata, sunt in stare sa cuceresc lumea! Acum!
Voi aduce culoare, muzici suave, imaginatie, gratie, timididitate, esente tari si multe mirodenii legate cu panglici coapte in siropul de zmeura care iti placea tie candva...
Da, asa voi face, si inca si inca, mai inca ...
Voi fi un tiran adevarat, dar ma vei iubi la nesfarsit pana cand un fulg de nea ma va fura si voi sta, undeva... unde fulgule de nea?
pentru a aduna zambete.

alice in wonderland

2010-01-21T22:18:00.002+01:00

tara minunilor...in 2010... i want to go to there

I need you today, oh...standing on the edge of time...

2010-01-18T23:58:00.000+01:00

best of 2009

2010-01-18T17:39:00.011+01:00

Certainly Kapoor and I can't decide what i liked best, maybe he's big yellow hole (personal interpretation of course); Miroslaw Balka's box of darkness; Digital Decode @ V&A; ok enough about art: my very own discovery as a Chilean girl and her stories, my Greek big splash of positive force and love, a sip of Champagne with my true Carribean sister, a long walk to find my piece of mind, the escape to paradise, a hole lot of questions and ever new feelings, the sun, the wind, the clouds and the rain, a bit of snow and a big red bus :)... a bunch of happy figures, my "familiar angels", one love, a ghost, a crystal, a never ending maze of rotten desires and expectations, will it ever be pure and simple? do I want it to be?
and there is always the dream of something better, a big noise and a harsh silence and I just wanna capture all that big yellow and fly!
ps: i've almost forgot the artist, the dreamer hout-coutourier who's going to fill the world with he's red handmade vision of the most expensive dress :) and a squirrel, crazy little one and what else? a smile from far away, a lost hope ...

fader...

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n y resolutions

2009-12-23T21:01:00.002+01:00

things to do next year:

answer a public phone ringing on the street
find my true love
have a proper to do list :)
being more of an adult

quirky

2009-12-18T21:53:00.000+01:00

did i ever told u I am quirky? and witty? :))))))))

undisclosed desires...

2009-11-17T00:03:00.010+01:00

Making a list, cheking it twice, ok I'll stop with the singing (I was kidding with the cheering I ment praising muse) and get to the point, which might be rather pointless since the credit crunch (aka the brand new excuse for everything and quite a brand that one is) might have put Santa out of business because the Elfs are on strike since they haven't been paid and the green movement froze all X-mas & Co. accounts and sued the funny white-beared old man for poluting the Arctic Ocean with un-wanted gifts :)

1st.
it's actually a closure for the whole X-mas bullshit: I wish for warm and cossy Christmas Eve, around the tree, as magically as I would have done it myself but in fact brought by Santa on his sleigh, surrounded by my loving family and lots and lots of presents and we all get presents, loads of them and we sure act surprised and we laugh and we smile and we enjoy the holly evening feeling happy and light just like every other child that believes in Santa Claus and can't wait for it to be Christmas again...I wish I would remember more of my happy Christmases at my grandparents' house, pure joy and innocence, adn not to forget that glass of milk and cookies on the table waiting...

2nd.
and it doesn't come as a second wish, all my desires are priceless (a know a better word would have proved useful here but you cannot have everything can you?)
I long for that hot kiss, on the stage, before millions of horny fans and Lenny putting his spell on me... got you! this wasn't it and seriously I want some real boy-demon to undisclose my heart's deepest desires, to look me in the eyes and play that song just for me, to hear his guitar sing his love and nothing else, nothing else, nothing else,
I want that red rose on my pillow when I wake up in the morning not to see him besides me, but than the door opens and he comes in, wearing jeans and a black leather jacket, brings me fresh coffee, strawberries and cream no! no ! no! he wakes up besides me and slowly...
yeah I feel that sweet kiss on my sleepy lips, he whispers in my year: I want to exorcise the deamons from your past, show me how it's done, you are the one...
we go to the market to buy flowers, the most exquisite bouquet of freshly coloured beautiful garden flowers we pick together (actually i think i'm better at that :))), then we get some fruits and we hurry to our favourite small french cafe where breakfast seems like a dream, la vie en rose... I want you to surprise me every second every day and I will do the same (only I can't sing a tune) etc.

3rd. I have a studio-gallery of urban culture, I do happenings, events, I celebrate art and bright ideas, I meet new and talentated people, I challenge imagination and bring smiles on some faces, I do the unexpected, I thrive, I seem to live on a stage of life and really enjoying it, I drive, I play, I act just being myself.

4th. kinda tired for the 4th right now...

5th. cannot forget something as important as this: I write and it's good, you love it and everyone does, not every every one, I still got critics only to motivate me more and to spice it up of course; I love to write and how about that leading a secret life under a different name, being able to care for a thousand personalities and get away with it ???

6th. I would always have my friends beside me; I am trying to figure out the meaning of friendship and it;s getting harder every year;

discovering

2009-10-28T00:20:00.000+01:00

Richard Serra and Anish Kapoor

thinking about the GRAND inspiration...

2009-08-29T22:28:00.002+02:00

and in DEMAND! **

* my own interpretation of MILK
* my very own In DEMAND

my best friend's wedding :)

2009-08-29T20:50:00.000+02:00

finally the love once blind is dead...he sang to me my very mind

2009-08-22T00:23:00.002+02:00

no more cruelintentions, no more, no way, never more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

tribulatiile domnului Kundera in ale iubirilor caraghioase...

2009-08-13T22:45:00.002+02:00

"Credeam in accesibilitatea oricarei femei si am izbutut sa demonstrez acest lucru...si cum v-am spus, tocmai la aceasta fata, atat de usor accesibila, am esuat... Erotismul nu-i doar o manifestare a onoarei. Partenerul cucerit, care aspira la dumneata si te iubeste, e oglinga dumitale, masura a ceea ce esti si reprezinti. In erotism cautam imaginea propriei noastre semnificatii, a propriei noastre greutati".

Couldn’t live without you when I tried to roam...

2009-08-13T22:31:00.001+02:00

un el special in suavitatea sa superrealista

2009-07-28T16:15:00.001+02:00

http://poemix.blogspot.com/2009/07/arheologie-sentimentala.html

funky

2009-07-20T19:27:00.000+02:00

i know what this summer was all about and it's not over yet

2009-07-11T03:24:00.004+02:00

last summer was all about chasing wild gooses, just a fire down the beach that meant nothing but a lonely night and all those dreams...I keep dreaming only to discover all those amazing characters that bumped into my summer time:) fallen angels doing dark deeds, freak nature lovers and major Domino's P. fans, plain weird imature grown-ups, a simple loving pair and two impossible people that you don't know what to do with: to love hem or to hate them. I still have no clue, i'm in and out of love, just like that, it feels crazy, it feels like home sometimes, it's still undecided...
but what i know is this summer i've discovered the villain, the true shameless fake that could have messed my thoughts up, but no more, know that I know I know .... llallalalalal..... i hope i won't be fooled again and I stay away from trouble and bad people
is it true love what i share in my mysterious bee hive? when will I ever find out?????????

turn me on

2009-06-23T01:56:00.005+02:00

Ascult dulcea melodie, e trista si pentru asta o apreciez si o savurez pe intuneric, avand companie o lumina falsa care iese dintr-o cutie alba si frumoasa care poate face atatea lucruri...
nu stiu despre cine e vorba in melodie, imi place, ma aprind usor, ochii imi sunt atenti si umezi si nerabdatori...nu mai stiu nimic de fapt.
oare e bine, oare e rau? are vreo semnificatie? ca desertul asteptand ploaia?
cunosc atat de putin despre atat de putine lucruri si as vrea lucruri marete sa pot sti, sa cunosc, sa ating... nu mai simt nimic (poate e si faptul ca de la raceala nu respir prea bine :) si ma intreb daca vreodata am stiut gustul, am simtit adevaratul gust pe care sa il pot asocia acelui ceva fara de care nu poti trai, sau nu poti trai cu un scop anume
astept undeva in spate, pe peron, acolo langa casuta cu cafea, astept un semnal, la a carui chemare trebuie sa raspund prompt, si cu siguranta in glas si in miscari sa pot spune La Revedere, nu te voi uita, vei fi in gandurile mele si iti doresc toata fericirea si o pereche care sa iti cante lin, intr-o seara de mai, un cantec suav care sa te incalzeasca, sa te imbrace perfect, si caruia vei dori sa ii canti la randul tau, neincetat, pana cand gandurile vechi vor fi f vechi.

so vain

2009-06-19T02:10:00.005+02:00

e noapte si traiesc o noua viata, departe de toate si de toti pe care i-am rugat sa isi gaseasca un loc comod intr-un mare borcan de dulceata amaruie de cirese...sau cirese amaruie :) inchis cu folie de celofan, legat cu o mare funda de culoarea vantului turbat :)))))))

am multe ganduri, sperante, dorinte, vreau sa fiu eu asa cum as putea sa fiu din toate punctele de vedere, fara asteptari desarte, iubiri in nuante de gri si total neintelese, poate chiar nesanatoase... as vrea sa tai hartii colorate in mii de bucatele stralucitoare care sa zboare si sa cucereasca intreaga lume, iar eu sa pot simti parfumul victoriei si aburi ametitori sa ma invaluie ca intr-un dans de tango...

revin la dragoste, caci aceasta e sursa tuturor lucrurilor si pornesc agale, ca de fiecare data, in cautarea esentei, a adevarului si a detaliului semnificativ, acel unic si tulburator sentiment, tulburator de sincer si de-a pururi misterios, pentru ca nu vei sti niciodata daca a fost impartasit si traiesti cu marea dorinta in suflet ca isi va gasi perechea

si totusi te poate iubi cineva fara a cunoaste totul despre tine, sau macar acea parte din tine total diferita, pe care poate o ignora pentru ca stie ca atunci cand o va accepta te va pierde pe vecie?

?exista oare iubire ascunsa si intimidata, care asteapta sa fie canalizata, declarata si educata sa iubeasca?

am obosit si mi-e dor sa fiu leganata, rochia sa-mi fie fluturata de vantul caldut si rebel, iar buzele sa-mi fie umezite usor de...

Paul Smith's GARBAGE BIN

2009-06-14T23:08:00.003+02:00

DESIGN OVERTIME - London time machine & creative workshop

2009-06-13T01:48:00.006+02:00

by me :)

in avan...

2009-06-08T00:07:00.005+02:00

dar si cumplit de pierduta in sentimente diverse... e vara si sufletul meu e avid de iubire, cu un strop de romanta de alta data, de pasiune intensa, de melancolie inspirata de un dor nebun, de apa, de aer, de foc si de pamant, de mirosul dragostei adevarate, de acea certitudine efemera ca in acel loc, in acel spatiu, in acei ochi ai gasit ceea ce altii au cautat secole inaintea ta, si da, pentru un moment, ceata dispare si esti cea mai frumoasa fiinta de pe pamant fiindca esti incredintat ca esti fericit... si inchipuirile tale toate se ridica intr-una singura si dupa aceea nu mai stii nimic...auzi doar valurile zbatandu-se usor la picioarele tale...

sunt pe o insula si mesajul din sticla pluteste undeva nedefinit, eu stau la fereastra si numar ganduri, iar tu, oare te gandesti la mine?

oare stie Al???

if i could sing i would sing this song for you

2009-06-01T19:53:00.001+02:00

On the rainy nights, even the coldest days,
you're moments ago, but seconds away...

karma is valuable and inspiring :)

2009-05-25T16:59:00.000+02:00

Yeah Yeah Yeahs...

2009-05-23T22:23:00.000+02:00

zero

o noua pasiune: recunosc, INTERGRAMELE!!!

2009-05-13T00:04:00.002+02:00

de la integrame citire, una tare de tot, o adevaraciune de poanta, asa pe sufletul meu :)))

FEMEIE...INCALTATA: SANDA!!!!!!!!!!

best cartoon villains ever

2009-05-09T18:38:00.017+02:00

Granny from Madagascar, Darth Vader needs no introducing, Anton Ego, the mean food critic from Ratatouille, big Bad Wolf from the modern The Little Red Riding Hood and everyone's nightmare child, Darla, from Finding Nemo.

Evil gals and guys from classic cartoons:

My very own favourite, the one and only Wicked Queen from Snow-White and the Seven Dwarfs...for she is infamous and gracefully malicious, not to mention she uses black magic!

Ever so scheming and double-faced, with sexy haughty eyebrows ... Jafar from Aladdin. I just love his nasty talks with the parrot.

With a big splash, introducing Ursula, the evil sea-witch from The Little Mermaid!

Just love her purple colouring :) Seeking revenge with her big cruel eyes, she is using Black Magic in her plotting. Ursula has two eels as pets, called Flotsam and Jetsam.

For my next choice...uuuhh tough one! Yeah, cannot escape his royal charm and stuborn stupidity: more funny than plain evil, I give you Prince John from The Story of Robin Hood, accompanied by confident and servant, Sir Hiss. Greedy and always a crybaby, deep down he just wants to make his mummy proud :)))
And now, the moment we've all been waiting for...

"Off with their heads !!!", says her royal highness The Queen of Hearts from Alice in Wonderland. Cutifully round, a foul-tempered monarh that gives death sentences every second and loves winning the croquet game. She has a good side and that is her quite and pittyful husband who makes all her wrongs right again.

Tic-tac, tic-tac, tic-tac... you guessed alright: Captain Hook from the magical story of Peter Pan in Never Never Land.

Rawrrrrrrr! It's the arrogant and still fierceful Shere Khan
from The Jungle Book.
He has only one follower though,
the golden jackal, Tabaqui.

white, no it's black... actually it's both: Cruella de Vil from The 101 dalmatians.

Awfully thin, wearing red high-heels (that's not that bad actually) and a mink cloack, smoking from her cigarette, she is the ultimate fashionista. And she kills for that. Her dark and long-living passion-obsession are fur coats and her biggest thrill is killing dalmatians for THE balck and white fur coat. In addition to that, she is a London heiress expelled from school for drinking ink who married a fourrier.

Do you feel like flirting? Here's our sexy but sexist chauvinistic hunter: Gaston from Beauty and the Beast. He thinks he is a catch and he cannot deal with rejection.

hmmm... feeling hungry 4 this

2009-04-21T01:50:00.000+02:00

asadar...

2009-04-17T16:48:00.000+02:00

patul lui procust

2009-04-15T13:09:00.006+02:00

mi s-a facut pofta sa urmaresc in gand emotiile lui camil petrescu insirate intr-o nuvela plina de vicii, care mi-a lasat mereu un gust amar, dar si o vie neliniste si dorinta de a cauta marea iubire...oare exista intr-adevar asa ceva? sau cu totii ne conducem dupa niste legi plictisitoare, aspre, dar adevarate? ne dorim atat de multe lucruri, materiale si imateriale, mai mult imateriale, chiar intangibile si poate chiar imposibile
da si nu si da si nu...imi place aceasta joaca nebunatica
si totusi e posibil sa traim o iubire de imprumut? un compromis dulce si amar, excitant si impasibil intr-un final? care e finalul?
Un barbat a recunoscut, in discursul sau fermacator despre femei, ca ele, femeile au nevoie doar de o poveste de dragoste, cu un inceput, un cuprins si o incheiere..."fara un final, fie el banal, dramatic, chiar previzibil, nici o poveste de dragoste nu are sens." (Maurice Munteanu)
cele mai tulburatoare povesti de dragoste sunt intotdeauna si cele mai triste, sau in fine, multe dintre ele...oare am putea masura iubirea in patul lui Procust?
Si daca descoperi cele doua lumi ale voastre divergente? daca nu ii vei putea spune niciodata ca niciodata nu ii vei putea povesti ca iti doresti sa bei apa de pe aripa unui fluture de abia coborat dintr-o floare mare care l-a iubit in nestire?

se preconizeaza un capitalism cu masca umana...

2009-04-04T12:48:00.002+02:00

http://www.dailybusiness.ro/stiri-lifestyle/generatia-post-criza-va-crede-in-alte-branduri-24285

cea mai frumoasa scena de iubire...

2009-04-02T20:30:00.003+02:00

dintre doua lebede... am ramas fara cuvinte, miscata de moment si nemiscata, tremurand de emotie pentru a vedea o impreunare perfecta a gatlejurilor lor lungi si delicate, in forma de inima... strigate de amor nemarginit si atat de multa candoare, gratie si da, mult mult soare, care le lumina unduirile line pe suprafata apei Tamisei, intr-o zi de primavara.

Dedicatie pt sora-mea... avand atatea adictii :)

2009-04-01T04:48:00.001+02:00

Romantismul a renascut din propria-i cenusa...

2009-03-27T02:48:00.002+01:00

Nu mai credeam sau nu mai vroiam sa cred in povesti cu zane si magicieni, suflete pereche si poeti ratacitori... sunt atat de bucuroasa ca speranta inca exista si se transforma in fiecare zi in ceva nedefinit din ce in ce mai frumos, in simtiri, in miscari, in zambete, in incruntari, in oameni dragi mie, intr-o soricica dragalasa care ma face sa ma minunez in fiecare zi :) si nici si nici si nici... to be continued

by the way... I'll be there

2009-03-26T16:45:00.000+01:00

e soare afara si ploua marunt, marunt, marunt...

2009-03-25T16:55:00.003+01:00

Rain, I feel it on my finger tips... Rain, wash away my sorrow, take away my pain,

...................................................................

Call me a fool but I know i'm not, I'm gonna stand out here on a mountain top,

'till I feel your ............................................

I'd wait for all the dark clouds bursting in a perfect sky...

And now I'll wait for the light, I'll wait for the sun

'till I feel your ............................................

Here comes the sun, here comes the sun and I say never go away!

o dinozaurita verde ...

2009-03-25T00:52:00.003+01:00

Am intrebari si raspunsuri, oameni si locuri, intamplari si finaluri duioase sau neasteptate !?

2009-03-23T21:51:00.007+01:00

Traind intr-o fantezie continuua sunt parca mai aproape de acel sentiment perfid de fericire si ma opresc din plutirea mea dulce-amaruie si ma intreb in dese randuri de ce este lumea lipsita de romantism, incatusata in costumul sobru si ponosit, aroganta pe un nor de fum negru, malitioasa si ipocrita si fara putere de a iubi cu adevarat.

Am intrebari si raspunsuri, oameni si locuri, intamplari si finaluri duioase sau neasteptate si cel mai mult imi place atunci cand nesiguranta ma cuprinde ca un fior si nu mai stiu nimic…

... si totusi recunosc acele chipuri luminoase care ma privesc cu dragalasenie si stiu ca prietenia noastra va trai la nesfarsit.

i just felt like listening to this song... isn't he just fab?

2009-03-16T01:59:00.000+01:00

Where the #%*$ is Prince Charming?

2009-03-13T00:39:00.003+01:00

Lovin each day bec I finally understand a tiny bit of what's going on

2009-02-24T02:21:00.004+01:00

We're loving each day as if it's the last
Dancing all night and havin' a blast
Oh baby I need you here....................... as Ronan would say

I've just listened to VANK - Balada pentru O Minune - and now I know I have changed, I'm discovering a whole new me and I'm lovin it, and I'm remembering things that have been hidden somewhere,
I feel the bitter taste each day and I can't get enough of it
I am happy about a lot of things and the future can't be soon enough, there is so much out there that I've got to know, to try and dislike, love or hate and I'll have my say, Í'll dance and cry and I shall love till THE END of my deep feelings and my kisses we'll taste sweeter then honey and the fizzy touch we'll take you by surprise, keep on swimming, keep on swimming (I have to compensate the fact that I can't sing :)

now we are talking spanish & french :)

2009-02-18T22:54:00.004+01:00

loved the movie, so u're allowed for just a pick...
you think it's about love, but it's not, you think it's about you or that image of you, you then get annoyed with woody allen, but you must love the music and Spain... you must love the characters that slip between your fingers and then you follow them into their world and there is still room for that special something... they don't close the door, you may have your say and you just want to kiss W.A. on the forehead for not spoiling THE END, the vision, the dream, the drama, the fallen angels and those that aren't good to themselves...

I was just NOT that into "He's just not that into you"...

2009-02-18T00:46:00.003+01:00

Yeah, am vazut trailerul cu fetele, am ras... de fapt la inceput a fost just "the tease", atunci cand Rini ne-a povestit despre filmul la care "we must go", us the girls :)
Chiar daca prefer alt fel de filme si mustacesc cand e vb despre comedioare ieftioare all pink and fluffy, mai am chef sa urmaresc o povestioara romantica plica de replici alese "pe spranceana" (iubesc expresia asta...cateodata limba romana este foarte tare :) ... mai e chip si de ceva extra, a hottie etc.
dar pentru acest film, am ridicat un pic cam mult asteptarile si am uitat sa "wait a minute, wait a minute" cum ar zice prietenul Steve (cine stie cunoaste) and then buff!!?!! reality just happend: it's so easy to get dissapointed
dar trecem si peste asta, ca doar urmeaza alt film american la care ne lucesc ochisorii si cotizam din nou, ce sa facem ca doar suntem consumatori in primul rand!
si mai sunt si altii pe aceeasi lungime de unda: http://www.thisislondon.co.uk/film/film-23371151-details/He's+Just+Not+That+Into+You/filmReview.do?reviewId=23635089
dar ce as avea eu negativ de comentat :) este legat de faptul ca ni se vinde over and over again rolul pe care Jennifer Aniston l-a facut in Friends... I am dead tired of that! somebody do something to her please!!!!!
iar aici cireasa de pe tort este prietena ei din film, surpriza surpriza! facuta sa semene la chip si personalitate cu prietena Monica
on to the next: Ben Affleck are o aparitie insipida si evident o poveste spusa cu talc, tipic americana cu happy endul de rigoare
personajul lui Scarlett Johansson, de la care asteptam cel mai mult, dezamageste prin felul in care are prea putin de zis
Drew Barrymore e simpatica, dar parca un pic prea prea, iar ceea ce i se intampla este extrem de previzibil
singurul personaj care pare sa fie mai complicat este "prietena Monica" care este pe alocuri prea disturbed
in fine, deci si prin urmare astept pareri

Traiasca Comandamentul de iarna din RO!

2009-02-03T00:28:00.007+01:00

Asa... mai intai a dat un pic frigul, apoi a inceput sa ninga, nice & slow (like an invite from Usher:) foooarte frumos si dintr-o data totul se blocheaza. Mai intai am fost invitati sa coboram din metrou pentru ca nu mai poate inainta din cauza conditiilor meteorologice nefavorabile.
Seara incepuse foarte bine, la Haagen-Dasz cafe in Leicester Sq, cu sampanie... bine ca aveam ceva alcool in vena... sa revenim: dupa ce abandonam metroul, toata lumea spre cea mai apropiata statie de autobuz.
Pe ninsoare, deja se aluneca pe jos, cei care aveau tenisi ce sa mai vb :)))
dar ajungem si in statie, dupa 15 min de stat in frig, un nene intr-o masina scoate gentil capul pe fereastra si ne anunta ca toate autobuzele sunt blocate la 2 statii mai in fata.
Ok. La pas spre Putney Bridge, poate ne suim si in vreun autobuz. Ajungem la locul faptei, autobuze muuuulte, oprite in mijlocul drumului. Explicatie de la soferi: nu se poate circula pe vremea asta. Nu avem cauciucuri de iarna si nu putem frana, asa ca nu mai circulam.
Am bagat la cap, am avut cateva ganduri de bine despre Videanu si am plecat la picior mai departe. Intr-un final am gasit un autobuz, so nu am petrecut toata noaptea pe strazile londoneze.

Astazi it all gets better: nimic nu circula, nici autobuz, nici metro nici tren. Nimeni nu merge la serviciu. Kingston Business School este inchisa. Si maine la fel. Oamenii fac oameni de zapada si se pozeaza cu zapada. Cica de 20 de ani nu au mai avut atat de multa zapada.

Am baut si azi sampanie. Nu in Leicester Sq. but still good.
Ce bine e cand ninge!

Sa avem o iarna frumoasa lol (ca in jingel-ul de la Guerrilla) pentru mine si pentru sora-mea (stia ea prea bine)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

din ciclul ALICE IN WONDERLAND :))))))

2009-01-26T23:52:00.001+01:00

Scufita Rosie stia drumul de acum catre casa bunicii si a luat-o pe unde trebuie. Sora-sa, Scufita Verde, nu stia drumul si a luat-o peste tot...

si inca un inceput, am inceput sa incep din nou inceputul inceputului .....

2009-01-07T20:16:00.002+01:00

in 2009 voi ... si voi ...

p.s: big year for Stridioi :)

X-mas cat

2008-12-29T22:24:00.002+01:00

Oti's outfit 4 my party

2008-12-29T22:12:00.001+01:00

J'aime PARIS

2008-11-24T19:23:00.008+01:00

HOT DATE with Leonard Cohen

2008-11-15T01:48:00.004+01:00

He sang to me 'till the end of love and than a thounsand kisses deep, he really was ...

the O2: 13th of November

believe in lenny ?

2008-11-08T22:36:00.002+01:00

sexy or what

Chateau Neuville Bosc, c'est pas moi qui a ete la

2008-10-31T01:10:00.002+01:00

era si cazul pt un come-back, macar virtual

2008-10-20T22:51:00.007+02:00

FRIEZE ART FAIR

Regent's Park, sambata, printre exponate, dintre cele mai bizare... manifest al existentei noastre pe acest pamant...

some flash backs: