New Starts

new starts

I remember summer as a kid. It was a moment of pause, a moment of rest, when I could enjoy time and books, without fear of getting old.

Now I’m old, or older, depending how you see things like these, and I feel like summer is the moment for new start.

What else can it be? Life is growing out of each and every stone. People seem to be rushing somewhere. You find the day long enough for you to do stuff. So what else is there but time?

Where else can I get my sense of time and my independence?

Inspiration.

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Bicicleta lui George

Roata-n fata, roata-n spate,
Din pereche, jumatate,
Agatate de sireturi,
Sugereaza acareturi.

Jumatati de versuri prinse,
Inspitate si aprinse,
Se insira pe o foaie,
Pe sub pleata mea balaie.

Inrotite, agatate,
Vechi de prin deceniul sapte,
M-am gandit c-ar fi frumos
Langa tortul delicios.

Impresii bucurestene

M-am trezit de dimineata ca orice alt om. Adica am deschis ochii, ca urla alarma langa mine, si-am zis
„pfoai, ce tarziu e, cat e ceasu’?!”, intr-o criza totala de neuroni si timp. Si m-am intors frumos pe partea cealalta.

Intr-un final, am binevoit sa-mi ridic fizicul dintre asternuturi si, bai, ce fizic! Ce asternuturi! M-am indreptat frumos spre baie, unde oglinda imi arata o persoana atractiva la primele ore ale diminetii, persoana pe care am spalat-o si pieptanat-o frumos, ca sa fie decent de aratat la lume.

Am servit o cafea facuta de mana mea indemanatica, adica un zem de apa chioara cu niste ness si zahar (nu mult, ca ingrasa), pe care am savurat-o privind cu interes un post de muzica (nu zic care, ca nu facem reclama, dar era VH1).

Cand s-a facut timpul, mi-am ridicat fizicul (care intre timp a devenit fabulos) de pe canapeluta si am plecat de-acasa. Se vede treaba ca fizicul meu instiga si intriga, caci maidanezii cartierului m-au alergat, probabil ar fi vrut sa-mi ofere flori de camp udate de urina lor si a altora. Fizicul meu fabulos a alergat un pic mai repede, unde se observa treaba aia rusinoasa cu adrenalina.

Am reusit sa ajung cu fizicul in stare buna in statia de autobuz, unde am bagat un sprint ca lumea, de zici ca am fost la semimaratonul din weekend. Am urcat rapid pe treptele intesate de oameni (reprezentati, in majoritate, de cetateni aflati la a multa tinerete), cu scuzele de rigoara („Pardon, imi dati voie?”) rasplatite cu priviri pline de pizma. Toti reprezentantii venerabili ai varstei a treia imi daruiau coate si genunchi in diverse parti moi ale fizicului meu impresionant, asaltandu-mi in acelasi timp nasucul fin.

„Bai, astia lucreaza pe doua cai, si fizic, si psihic”, mi-am zis, dandu-mi seama de strategia care ii ajuta pe cetatenii respectabili ai urbei sa ajunga la timp la piata. La Piata Romana sau la Piata Victoriei, nu stiu inca, dar undeva pe-acolo.

Inspirata fiind de vorba din popor, cel mai destept cedeaza, am zis ca acum e momentul sa fac miscarea inteleapta. La prima statie am coborat, luand-o la pas repejor spre birou, bucurandu-ma ca i-am fentat pe batranei.

Concluzia? Bucuresti, capitala europeana moderna, unde esti alergat de caini, mirosuri si pensionari…

Memory Lane

Today I took the road back to Memory Lane, reading old poems and stories and old articles about the music in my life.

Back in 2008, when I started this blog, I never thought I’d go this far with it. Actually, I took a break from blogging and writing all together, in 2010, if my memory serves me right.

It’s funny reliving all these thoughts and feelings and I find it amazing that the same songs still move me.

May 26th was the first day I ever wrote something on my own, not a forum run by idiots. So this year I will celebrate this little thing called blog, since it’s its 5th anniversary. 5 is also my favorite number and my lucky number.

I’ll go back to reading my memoirs. I’m on page 24 out of 32, but I started reading it backwards.

Better

Words don’t come easy. I know it’s just a song, but it is also the state I’m in.
I wish I could be better.
I wish I could do better.
I wish for things I don’t know how to wish for.
I wish for experiences and feelings and for a louder world.
I’m not sure how to ask for those things, so I keep quiet in my head and close my eyes.

Maybe tomorrow will be a better day.

Letter to my Dreams

dreams I want to know you all, I want you to take shape and form. I want you to help me reach the finish line with a smile on my face, unafraid of what’s to come.

I want to be a part of a special world, where I make you live through me and that living makes me happy.
I wish you could show me the way somehow, not the short one or the long one, but the right one.

I don’t want you just inside my brain, but inside my heart too, so you can give me hope and courage to transform you and me into this person who’s always happy and always good and who doesn’t get blinded by power and success.

I sometimes feel like you hold my hand and you’re always guiding me, when it should be the other way around. I should help you come true, so I can be better. I should hold you out in the open, to spread your wings and lift me up. I should let you roam free inside of me, so I can be free too.

There’s so much I want to say to you, so little time and so little courage! But I wish I was better, I wish I was braver and I wish I was a dreamer.

Sincerely,
Me

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