04 November 2010

între 5 şi 6

eu niciodată n-am ştiut
cum să deschid fereastra fără să te trezesc
uşile se închid
apoi se deschid
întotdeauna cu aceeaşi cheie
eu niciodată n-am ştiut
că există o uşă
pe care poţi ieşi
fără să te trezesc
ţi-am arătat mâinile
atunci când te-ai trezit şi
mirat
m-ai întrebat de ce am deschis fereastra
uite, eu nu am nicio cheie
ţi-am spus.

NYC one day?

thesartorialist.blogspot.com

where to?

nice and cozy. a narrow stream of light makes half of my keyboard feel warm. it's that autumnal sort of afternoon, a perfect november day. I count in my mind the cups of tea, chocolate and coffee that I had today. how many were they? four? maybe six? too many they were, that I know. my after work meeting has been cancelled and now I'm confused, with all that time on my hands. I thought I managed to avoid a routine but who would've thought that routine was made of meeting people each day.

I wish I had a map with things to do and places to visit when you have no plan whatsoever. a bohemian guide with all sorts of places where you could expand a feeling of such a sweet november. and I know it is you who's making me nervous, but it's me drinking all that tea and all that unnecessary coffee. and when I think I wanted to take my camera with me today. but I forgot it at home just like I forgot that today is not wednesday.

wish I could count the people who are now for sure taking walks on the yellow boulevards. I cannot see them, but I know they're there. hand in hand, the elders are always those who make you smile: they knew something we no longer know nowadays.

a warm feeling of nothing.

moomin morning

and of course we don't have this here. 

main task of the day almost done.

dreaming about making a third vienna trip for this year. December maybe.
wearing your scent today. 

thinking about buying a printer (or a dress or some new plates or a new mug).

going out for some vanilla french chocolate and my lunch. 
coffee later with a friend and maybe some starbucks carrot cake.

I have no energy left whatsoever but I have to carry on. 

bought three new books this week.

still haven't bought the drawing board. 

that's all.

03 November 2010

renn, wenn du kannst

respiră în doi
dacă poţi
adică să respiri şi pentru mine
aşa cum eu respir
ca să o fac fericită pe mama
poţi să îţi apeşi palma
în pieptul meu
oricât de tare
orice urmă e o rană
binevenită
respiră în doi
dacă poţi.

With the past, I have nothing to do; nor with the future. I live now. Ralph Waldo Emerson

Don’t pray when it rains if you don’t pray when the sun shines.




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