Cred ca devenim colectionari la putin timp dupa ce ne nastem si nu ne lasam de aceasta meserie pana in ultima clipa. Jucarii, imbratisari, ambalaje, creioane, frunze, abtibilduri, biletele, castane, oua de Paste, pixuri colorate, zorzoane, suprize de la guma de mestecat, timbre, note, absente, priviri, dureri, sambete planse, iubiri, amagiri, despartiri, vacante, regasiri, ore la serviciu, concedii, week-end-uri, umbrele, cani, lucruri mici ale copiilor, marturii de la nunti, scrisori, more »
M-am uitat dupa tine cand ai plecat… M-am uitat dupa tine asteptand sa te opresti din loc. Speram si imi tineam rasuflarea, de teama sa nu opresc din drum vantul care trebuia sa te faca sa te razgandesti. Stateam si nu ma puteam misca din loc… Iti simteam in spate rasuflarea de parca era aievea, pana cand mi-am dat seama ca era doar dorinta mea. Tu ramasesei in spate, tacuta, fara more »
Mă privești. Dar oare ma vezi? Mă vezi așa cum sunt sau așa cum îți dorești? Te uiți în oglindă. Dincolo de reflexia de acolo este adevărul. Ești acolo gol-goluț și nu te-ai hotărât dacă te placi sau nu. Și în asemenea situație, cum as putea spera că ma vezi cu adevarat? Cum aș putea crede că ma cunoști? Și totuși… îmi place să cred asta, pentru că îmi dă more »
are we addicted to our own happiness?yes, we are. if we get it or not, well… that’s a different story.
dreams on my pillow… are waiting for me…should I go and follow them?
we assist to the evolution of the involution; and do nothing, as we do not recognize it.we don’t even perceive clearly the involution of the evolution; ‘cause we are so blinded by fake evolution.
The day the colors were chosen, the Autumn was the third to choose… First, it was the Spring. It took all the bright colors and the green of revival. Then it came the Summer. It took the yellow for the sun, the blue for the sky and lots of colors for the flowers. Then, the Autumn. It had the least and also the most to pick up from. It took all the edges of more »
when things don’t change, change perspective!it might work.
energy flows. matter transforms. people change. history repeats. life goes on.
I inspire, I get inspiredI expire, I aspire one for breathing, one for beingone for living, one for feeling
If a liar is the man who doesn’t tell the truth, the man who tells the truth, who is he? just the man who says the truth? no one-word for him?‘Liar’ doesn’t have a one-word antonym?? is it so difficult to find find one so they didn’t named him?… hard to believe… seems like a dictionary conspiracy 🙂
if I were a particle, I would be right now in the Brownian motion preceding the new me
Take a story. Let’s say two people and an apple. And a pet. A snake pet. Then, fly in time. Give them the story and see what you get. *a long long time ago: you give them the story, they don’t get yet. what’s a pet?! if it walks, it could be great food.*10.000 years BC: you give them the story, and they ask: where are they? if they join us, the tribe will grow more »
melancholia is the killer of a healthy present
This week has been a busy one for me… so didn’t manage to follow my own rule, that is to share something every day… a picture, a word, a thought… or whatever made me happy and can bring joy in your life, too. Instead of „repairing” this leap in my everyday posts, I am not placing any smiley photo, but share one of my many questions about life & living more »