Song of the day: Timpuri Noi - Perfect

Song of the day: George Michael - True Faith

George Michael - True Faith by MrFavo

I feel so extraordinary
Something's got a hold on me
I get this feeling I'm in motion
A sudden sense, a sense of liberty
I don't care 'cause I'm not there
I don't care if I'm here tomorrow
Again and again and again and I've taken too much
Of the things that cost you too much

I used to think that the day would never come
I'd see delight in the shade of the morning sun
oh don't you know something's really got a hold on me
My morning sun is the drug that brings me near
To the childhood I lost replaced by fear

When I was a very small boy
Very small boys wouldn't talk to me eee
Now that we've grown up together
can you believe
They're afraid of what they see
That's the price that we all pay
Our valued destinies come to nothing
I can't tell you where we're going
I guess there was just no way of knowing

I used to think that the day would never come
I'd see delight in the shade of the morning sun
My morning sun is the drug that brings me near
To the childhood I lost replaced by fear
(bis)

I have a question, very fucking question
I'm in motion
Motion
I'm in motion
i have a question
I'm in motion
I have a question
Motion
I have a question

Song of the day: Wham -Battlestations

El Guincho - Bombay by Ragged Words

El Guincho - Bombay by Ragged Words


11-1-11 y felicidades, papá!!!

Tracey Thorn / 'Sister Winter' by buzzinfly

Tracey Thorn / 'Sister Winter' by buzzinfly

Wine, roses and candles

Learn, breath, relax, be patient, smell myself, share, give, take.
Return to childhood, to teenagehood, to a simpler life … i'm surrounded by treasures!!
Time has got a total different measure … working for others is not determining and shaping it, how the fuck have we reached this degree of global slavery!?
The days here jump and run over one another in the calendar, this is a sign of happiness – they say -. Darkness comes early making the evenings a carpet of vanishing light and growing breath ... other carpets i had previously vacuumed.
Hours are short, Ileana is right despite not having any article published in Science: days have got 16 hours … evenings are longer and dogs are heard in the distance spicing a wonderful, healing silence.
Each and every walk is a long trip aiming at some piata, target, view, purchase .. you start it and you are already longing to arrive home: wait, wait to warm up and you'll see.
Everything takes time: getting to places, shopping, payments, cooking, what a pleasant delight: take, wash, clean, peel, cut, mix, boil, stir, smash, try, enjoy, store … cause food is food, plainly, smelly, flavoured, alive and kicking!
No plastic, the minimum containers, the minimum quantity of waste. Reduce and live.

And in the middle of all these sensations, a few days ago, somebody unexpectedly brought home-made cookies and the second wine of the day without knowing it was my birthday … probably a coincidence, but one of those which make your day.

And to end with this post, let me mention how that day ended: the flow, floating energies, the night, the proximity, the skin, that flow, what is that overwhelming flow … where its source, its origin, where does it drink from. That flow comes unexpectedly and trascends us, we are driven by an energy which fills up the whole room, it's total, round, hot ... the skin runs, burns, floats, expands … first the skin and then the whole body is taken, driven by this flow, this absolute wellness of the senses … all senses working at the same level of intensity: you think, feel, sex, live, dream and awake all in one … the beings slowly slowly turn into a sea of liquids, space elongates to the trikinion, time disolves, body and mind go beyond themselves and they become some new flesh ... we have not taken any substance … or maybe we have? Thank you, iubita: with you everything is flowing.

Sibiu

Vivo en la calle Tiglari, y la T no se pronuncia como nuestra "T" ... no ... ni la "i" al final tampoco es nuestra "i" : me explico.
Esta bonita a la par que única "T" tiene cola ... es un fugaz chasquido de lengua contra dientes incisivos, e ignorarla es la primera razón para que los oriundos detecten que no, no eres rumana.
La "i" es una locura fonética, marca de plural, del genitivo ... antes casi de apreciarla ya se ha escondido, juguetona. Con ella vuelvo a dejar mi procedencia del oeste en evidencia.
Mención aparte merece la palabra "prânz": si de aquí a 20 años puedo pronunciarla, me sentiré satisfecha, como quien ha conquistado el Anapurna ... ni mi omnipresente "r" , ni "a" ni "u" ... menos mal que la comida de mediodía (prânz) la hacemos generalmente en casa y, además, el inglés sigue siendo nuestro amor lingüístico.