Ce i se mai intampla Sophiei? Nici ea nu mai stie, in ultima vreme. Asculta melodii proaste si se indoapa cu pastile. Ideatii suicidale o lovesc frecvent, in lumina de crepuscul. Are prea multe persoane in jurul ei, care vorbesc incontinuu, care se plang si se schimonosesc, care se transforma in inspaimantatoare reprezentari ale esecului. [...]
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mi. o nota ce declanseaza minunate crize matinale.
mai 12, 2012
Rose
mai 2, 2012
Miruna came on Monday night. Yesterday, we sat underneath the tree, the entire day, talking, talking, talking. Maria was with us. We may have accompanied ourselves by some wine, as well, a little too much. I just woke up, it’s 5 a.m., opened my window and the atmosphere is exactly as the one from our [...]
two countries ahead.
aprilie 27, 2012
Perhaps this moment should be remembered. Ordinary sounds are filling this empty room. Land of despair, land of devotion. Another day. Night. Daydream.
Dark. Smoking. Departure.
aprilie 24, 2012
Your body torsioned; it reminded me of Lisa Lyon’s poses for Mapplethorpe. Each part was articulating the funky beats the bouncing breasts. And we sat for twelve days in two beds. The end was fast and confusing, shorter than the snake that goes to the lake as those processed samples of the initial tones. SOUND [...]
Le Moi et Le Toi.
martie 17, 2012
what do words mean?
august 6, 2011
Ma tot ascund. Ma prefac a nu avea pasiuni; parca mi-ar fi teama ca cineva m-ar putea asculta. Aceeasi stare dintotdeauna. As putea intrevedea un rol terapeutic in toata aceasta redundanta de cuvinte. Stari, stare, start. Nu. Norii sunt prea grei ca eu sa pot dansa prin ploaie. Tacere; nu mai am de mult ceva [...]
virtual insanity
mai 31, 2011
when real life fades away… I wonder what’s left then. There she goes again.
on communism.
martie 2, 2011
unde e rotterdamul?
mai 22, 2010
nimic nu e asa cum ti-ai dorit. nici macar ceea ce ti-ai dorit. fericirea se pierde in zambete si activitati cotidiene. degeaba schimbi cearsafuri si pantece, sclipiri si ferestre. in final ramai tu, dezgolita de ganduri si simtiri, tu lipsita de tine si plina de fantome. alcoolul nu face decat sa-ti invarta perceptia si sa-ti [...]
are we sedated?
mai 9, 2010
should I stop wondering? 4 am. still light outside. my life through the lenses of a stupid Hollywood movie. happiness` pills; long live pharmaceutical industry! the music is not helping… it makes me think. the floor is covered in clothes, the camera sits next to a bowl of cereals and as always, i forgot to drink water today. [...]
deconstructivism.
mai 2, 2010
This is NOT PINK! This is socially constructed GENDER.
the passenger
aprilie 6, 2010
LIFE. CONSUMPTION. SPECTACLE. What is the new way of defining myself? Is this body the real me? I am starring at myself in the window, mixing the features of my face with the blur image of rocky mountains, covered in snow and cold wind. The left side of my head is aching, social democracy has [...]
facebook persona.
martie 27, 2010
H: hey how r you? S: buf, I am amazed by the fact that I am. Still wondering about to be or not to be ) you? H: we are just reflections. everybody thinks we are real but in fact we are only reflections. The thing is that, we can be whatever we want, as [...]
lentigini
martie 25, 2010
dreaming, smiling, loosing myself. The head is spinning around… the touch of the hand, the subtle smile, the abstract perfume of your skin. your heart is haunted by loneliness. take a bow. here comes another love song. we`re stupid, not caring about the bubble we created in a temporal world. i want to touch the [...]
apple jack and fidel castro.
martie 11, 2010
bedtime story. we always prefer the last option; long john silver, without an id. my friend has thick eyebrows. he`s portuguese and he`s 4 years older than me, but you cannot tell that. especially when he combines green with purple… spring. melting the snow. the holes of converse are facing floods. the time`s for a [...]
revelry.
martie 10, 2010
they say that the body without mind is just meat. i thought i have wings. i have feathers, i only need some wax, some sun, and i can fail again. fall. is brain-sex making love? do i have a vagina? i cannot imagine your face anymore. the smell of me disappeared. sheena is a punk-rocker. [...]
contemporary landscapes
martie 4, 2010
“non-places mediate a whole mass of relations, with the self and with others, which are indirectly connected with their purposes. As anthropological places create the organically social, so non-places create solitary contractuality. Certain places exist only through the words that evoke them, and in this sense they are non-places, or rather, imaginary places: banal utopias, [...]
everyone`s seen enough.
februarie 25, 2010
ma tot lupt cu oameni si cuvinte. pana la urma diferentele culturale chiar sunt atat de importanate incat sa separe doua persoane, total si iremediabil. mi-am cumparat o planta azi; aveam nevoie de un prieten, colorat si care sa imi zambeasca complice in fiecare asa zisa dimineata. a murit in schimb pe drumul de la [...]
last night.
februarie 20, 2010
morning, day, twilight, remembrance, anarchy, oblivion, far away, duality.
teardrop
ianuarie 31, 2010
trebuie sa scriu, trebuie sa-mi vindec nebunia. e asa un zbucium in interior, imi vine sa urlu, sa ma dezic de acest sine pe care mi l-am schitat fara sa vreau din taceri si negari. sunt amortita. mi-e frig, ma dor orbitele si sunt singura. ar fi insuficient sa spun ca ma simt. ceaiul de [...]
London.
ianuarie 13, 2010
trupuri diforme si ochi inrositi de privirea mereu incarcata de anticipari. simetria intrebarilor reflecta disparitia treptata a curajului de a merge pe o barna virtuala, de pe care oricum nu se poate aluneca. ii staruia mirosul de final de ureche, catifelat si incarcat de imaginare rabufniri. se arunca in cada, imbracata, cu tenesii rupti dezlipind [...]
a renunta, de bunavoie, la tine.
ianuarie 12, 2010
te zbati, incerci, urli, te mutilezi mintal. tacere. drumul spre eliberare de limitele auto-impuse e presarat cu durere. all is full of love, you just ain`t receiving it.
cum mi-am petrecut ultimele. zile. clipe. ore. simtiri.
ianuarie 6, 2010
Primul esec academic. De acum, exterioritatea dezamagirilor imi va juca feste. Care este unitatea de masura a acestui om? Cearcanele, coastele inghesuite intr-un spate diform, neuronii apatici, iubirea…. ? Se numeste plecare, sau fatalism, fuga de responsabilitatea negatiei? Slowly fading away.
Someday you will be loved.
decembrie 13, 2009
Geamul s-a spart. Infinite bucati s-au agatat de camera rece. Persista taisul lor inspaimantator prin colturi ascunse ale covorului. Si atunci pasesc cu teama de a nu ma rani. Evit zona, si raman in spatiul confortabil al patului. Chiar daca la capatul acestuia peretele e umed, de la intalnirea sa cu sfarsitul. Blocului. Ascult muzici [...]
visceral
septembrie 27, 2009
Trebuie sa recunosti ca indiferent de cum arata mireasa, slaba, urata, schizofrenica, la intoarcere, tot iti este greata. E o chestie viscerala. E mai presus de tine si de tot ceea ce tine de partea fizica a existentei. Locul din spate al masinei nu face decat sa reveleze sentimente de mult ascunse in partea intunecata [...]
see you at the bitter end
iulie 13, 2009
only this thought.
