Friday

Just because it’s Friday!

The reason why we found each other

As the rose petals flew in the wind of a dismal past,

My forgone desire, remained unseen, untouched,

In time I acquired another sense, a fleecy approach

On life as it goes by us, while we drifted, while being apart…

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And we went on our separate ways for many years,

We knew nothing of what the future prepared for us

Wandering like the lonely clouds in the blue, blue sky,

We found love that we were taught we will never find…

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The beaming mood, the blissful smile I used to have,

You brought them back with your lovely placid eyes

That are always wondering the true meaning of our lives

I searched in them and gained the answer of why I found you…

Nonsensical Sweetness

Happiness. And now you’re probably reading out of sheer curiosity, saying: “Hey, this is the umpteenth article I’ve read about this topic, everybody has to say something about happiness. All…the…time. ” Well, guess what? You’re probably right, but I assume it’s quite normal and yes, now I shall state the obvious: that is what each and every one of us seeks. Continuously. Day in, day out. And we never get tired of it, because it’s what makes us carry on with our lives. It’s the simplest of perpetuum mobile mechanisms in the whole world because it’s” fuel” is more than abundant. Happiness is a shapeshifting notion – it can take any form and colour imaginable, just like the mythological sea-god, Proteus. It’s the warm, shimmery sand you hold between your fingers this second, though, faster than you can blink, it can disappear and fade from your grip as if you were pretending to be an oversized hour glass. Now think. What makes you happy? Have you ever wondered hard enough to know what is the thing that makes you happy? I mean, really think. It’s difficult, I know. But, please, make this effort and decide, because let me share a secret with you – whatever makes you happy is yours and only yours. Don’t just scratch the surface. Dig until you hit the core of your soul and watch what happens. I did that; I rolled up my sleeves, took a long breath and said “Hut, two, three, four! Yes, sir, I’ll scout ahead!”, and I stumbled upon a collection of arbitrary things which will forever make me smile. I found the blue skies of May and white clouds taking different forms in my imagination, regardless of how irregular their shapes were at first. I heard the humble, grey sparrows never getting tired of all their chatter. I wonder what they’re talking about. I felt the sun on my face, closed my eyes and stood like that, until all I could see was a shade of pale orange and then, upon opening them again, everything was covered in a hint of greenish for a few minutes. Speaking of green, yes, I discovered patches of grass and foliage. Why patches and not fields? Because I don’t mind the sight of concrete and asphalt, I spent my whole life in the city. That means my entire childhood, too. Next, I heard the laughter of my Mum, her voice cheerful and soft, telling me words of comfort. By pure luck, I found my purple super-hero blanket lying around, reminding me of how many monsters, which hid under my bed, it has slain for me over the years. Now they’ve moved somewhere else… Anyhow, I could feel the sweet scent of hot chocolate in my favourite mug and I could taste the golden light hugging a lazy October afternoon. Saturdays. Peonies and butterflies. I am such a girl.

But most important of all, not so long ago, in a corner of my soul, I hid something. Something more than precious. I’ve put it in a box labeled “Fragile – Handle with care!” You know how bower birds build their nest? They decorate them in the most insane ways: they pick up any shiny and colourful object they could find to impress and please their mate. Well, that’s what I did with my box – stuffed the interior with whatever soft materials I could hoard up (tiny feathers from my pillow, the feeling of fingertips running on your wrists, quick kisses and long hugs), to protect what I’ve put inside –which is far too delicate. Something that makes me the happiest that I ever been, something that exceeds all the things I’ve listed above, combined. The thing I cherish the most is his love. That overwhelming feeling that the world is ours, that nothing is impossible, that feeling of total annihilation of all evil. The feeling that makes me have no regrets, that makes me be strong in spite of my brittle bones, the only things which could break my fall, back then, before we met. Now, I can’t fall anymore. His love is that empowering feeling that makes me dance all the way through life.

A love so aerial, like the schizophrenia of the most treasured perfume in the world.

I love you!

You kissed me when I was falling down

That made me quiet for a moment,

Your lips, I felt and became silent…

I caught a glimpse of you, I felt the bliss

Everything was moving forward fast,

The image of my future became the past…

With you I feel like I am someone new,

Each hour in my life of naught

You fill it with joy and loving memories…

Please kiss me while the time is still,

Make the future present, and I will

Enjoy the rest of my moments with you…

I adore holding you in my arms,

Feeling the warmth and comfort,

I reserve for you a special place in my heart…

I’ve searched for someone like you,

Take my kiss upon your lips,

And believe me, in each second you are missed…

Nimic nu poate exista…

Nimic nu poate exista, fără iubire,

Și nimeni nu știe ce se poate întâmpla

Când în suflet lumina nu mai licăre

Stinsă de un vânt rece ce taie

Suflarea unui nimeni în căutarea

Celui ce îl poate face însemnat.

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Nimic nu poate exista, fără iubire,

Iar jocul amorului în labirintul vieții

Rămâne neînceput în pragul timpului

Ce aduce moarte pentru dragostea celestă

Dintre doi îndrăgostiți ce nu văd deja

Că viața e mai mult terestră.

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Întâmplările din timpul zilelor

Ne mută gândul de la adevăratul

Sens al poveștii ce în față ni se-ntinde

Deslușind un țel ascuns al traiului

Ce-l ducem cu greu spre un apus

Al dragostei nebune de care am uitat…

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Ca o simfonie tristă de seară,

Viața duce dragostea-n risipa morții,

Sufeletele celor doi amorezați să piară,

Iar melodia lor cântată în trecut

Se transformă încet în sunetul

Unui om ce mut grăiește că a iubit și a pierdut…

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Nimic nu poate exista, fără iubire,

Nici sufletul ateului ce crede în necunoscut…

New Blog

Un nou blog a aparut in blogosfera.

Multe lucruri interesante, unele chiar amuzante le veti gasi pe acest blog.

Vizitati cu incredere:

http://www.berc.ro/

Constant 2011

Azi am participat la Conferinta studenteasca anuala “Nicolae Titulescu” Constant 2011. Deoarece este prima editie, nivelul de participare este destul de redus la unele sectiuni, cum ar fi “Stiinte economice”.
Tin sa precizez ca aceasta conferinta a fost tinuta in colaborare cu “Universitatea din Miskolc”, Ungaria.
Nivelul de pregatire al studentilor romani rivalizeaza si chiar il intrece pe cel al celorlalti studenti europeni.
Felicit UNIVERSITATEA “NICOLAE TITULESCU”  pentru acest eveniment reusit.

România participă la războiul din Libia

Conform declarațiilor recente, din partea României pleacă la război fregata „Regele Ferdinand”.

Povestea fregatei o gasiți aici.

Ce ne așteptăm să facem cu o fregată?

Prevăd două variante de știri la sfârșitul războiului

• România câștigă războiul din Libia și ancorează steagul liber. Ce poate o țară să facă cu o singură fregată second-hand…
• Singurul vas de război pierdut în Libia este reprezentat de fregata „Regele Ferdinand”, din partea României. Povestea reală a cumpăraturilor second-hand…

Ce căutăm în Libia?

Vivaldi – Spring

In asteptarea primaverii:

Bucuresti

O plimbare prin Bucuresti incepe sa fie mai frumoasa. De ceva vreme, cladirile au inceput sa fie renovate, parcurile sunt mai curate si au aparut multe obiecte de decor. Capitala Romaniei incepe sa semene cu o capitala europeana.

Desigur, multa lume va zice ca inca avem caini comunitari, gunoaie, hoti de buzunare. Tot ce pot sa spun este ca oriunde te-ai duce in Europa gasesti asa ceva. Singura diferenta intre tara noastra si celelalte este ca ei nu isi fac publicitate la mizerie.

Mai jos este o selectie de poze facute in Centrul Vechi, Lipscani, Universitate, Cismigiu.