Doua sute si ceva

Scrie-mi poezii...

Ca-ntr-o zi cand ploua

Si iubirea tace

Sa ma ascund intre pagini

Ce miros a flori,

S-alerg dupa fluturi

Sa privesc spre mare

Sa-ti sarut obrazul

La pagina trei.

Scrie-mi poezii...

Ca-ntr-o zi cand ninge

Si pamantul tace

Caci tu esti departe

Eu s-alerg cu caii pe campii

Inverzite, nesfarsite in vazduhul azuriu.

Apoi sa iau telefonul,

Sau mai bine creionul

Sa ma inspir din versurile tale

De la pagina douazeci si cinci.

Scrie-mi poezii...

Ca-ntr-o zi cu soare

Cand esti langa mine

Calma si senina

Sa-ti simt mangaierea

Si privirea blanda

Sa ma saruti pe frunte

Si sa ma alinti

Si-mpreuna sa citim  

De la pagina doua sute cinci.

Scrie-mi poezii,

Pentru mine toate

Zeci de pagini colorate

Cu gandurile tale pline

De iubire, amagire,

Framantare si visare

Pentru fiecare stare,

Si la fiecare varsta

Sa m-alini

Precum la pagina doua sute patruzeci si cinci.

Doua sute patruzeci si sase,

Doua sute patruzeci si sapte...

Etc...

De doua mii de ani..., Mihail Sebastian

"Ce face Mihail Sebastian in Marea Britanie" de Luiza Vasiliu

     "Sa fugi de tine o zi, doua, douazeci nu e usor, dar nici imposibil. Faci matematici si marxism ca S.T.H. faci sionism ca Winkler, citesti carti ca mine, umbli dupa femei sau joci sah, sau te dai cu capul de pereti. Dar intr-o zi, intr-un minut de neatentie, te intalnesti cu tine insuti la un colt de suflet, cum te-ai intalni la un colt de strada cu un creditor de care te-ai ferit zadarnic. Dai ochii cu tine si atunci intelegi cat de inutile sunt toate evadarile din aceasta inchisoare fara ziduri, fara porti si fara gratii, din aceasta inchisoare care este insasi viata ta."

     "Ce i-as reprosa antisemitismului, inainte de orice, daca mi-as recunoaste calitatea de judecator, ar fi lipsa lui de imaginatie: "masonerie, camatarie, omor ritual" - Si pe urma?

      Vai cat de putin! Vai cat e de sarac!

     Cea mai scazuta constiinta de evreu, cea mai de rand inteligenta ovreiasca isi descopera sie insasi pacate nesfarsit mai grave, obscuritati nemasurat mai grele, catastrofe incomparabil mai rasturnatoare.

     Ei n-au impotriva noastra decat piatra, uneori revolverul. Noi avem, in lupta pe care o ducem etern cu noi insine, vitriolul acesta subtil care consuma incet, dar ireparabil si care este propria noastra inima."

    "Un lucru insa iti voi spune: orice judecata globala despre orice categorie de oameni ma infioara. Eu nu sunt mistic. Am oroare de adevaruri generale. Eu nu pot judeca decat de la caz la caz, de la om la om, de la nuanta la nuanta."

Talih*

Am auzit ca dupa ce-ai plecat

Ai lasat in urma zeci de-ntrebari nerostite

Cuvinte negraite

Si raspunsuri ne-ntalnite printre miile de carti.

Am auzit ca dupa ce-ai plecat

Stelele s-au inmultit dintr-odata

Si luna a stralucit mai tare pentru cateva nopti

Sa-ti lumineze calea.

Nu stiu cum de-au inflorit magnoliile...

In februarie.

Si nu stiu cum de urmatoarea noastra vara...

Nu mai vine.

Si nu stiu cum de am o mie de-ntrebari

Exact aceleasi pe care le aveam si langa tine

Chiar una-n plus

Insa am o presimtire ca acum te joci cu mine

Si-mi soptesti raspunsuri printre flori,

Printre magnolii de februarie tarzie...

Draga mea, ingerul meu.

*titlul nu are legatura cu versurile ci cu persoana in memoria careia au fost scrise

Mai stai

Mai stai o clipa
Sa-mi gadili talpile si sa-mi saruti fruntea
Si n-o sa-ti para rau.

Mai stai un ceas
Sa bem cafea cu scortisoara
Din aceeasi cana
Sa ne-alintam de dragul privirilor
Si al zambetelor dintre noi.

Mai stai o luna
Sa facem planuri si bagaje
Ne-nchidem telefoanele
Si prin lume hoinarim.

Si daca tot ai stat atat,
Ce ar fi sa stai de tot?
Ah, imi gadili talpile
Nu-ti pare rau c-ai stat, asa-i?

Steve McCurry, Photographs from the East

You've probably already heard about Steve McCurry and I bet you know his best known photograph which became an icon: the Afghan girl with an incredible and powerful gaze who makes a strong statement about the horror of war. Her green eyes tell a thousand stories from just a single shot that the artist immortalized... and that is what I love the most about McCurry's photographs: one single shot and a whole story. You don't need anything else to understand the context of the entire story, no other pictures or written explanations. His photos simply stand on their own.  

I was lucky to see one of his exhibition in Zurich and I admired a collection of photographs from the East. McCurry said that most of his pictures are based on people. "I look for that unprotected moment when the innermost depths of the soul are revealed and a person's face shows what they have experienced."

I am apologizing for the quality of my pics below since I took pictures of some of McCurry's photographs from the expo with my cellphone... 

What is this modern life: picture of a picture. I am sure in the future this will be a form of art too. Just kidding, of course :)    

Enjoy every single shot. I surely did.

You can see more of his pictures or register to stay in touch with his work here: Steve McCurry Blog

Love affair

I've seen paradise here, on Earth, and you can find it in so many forms if you just take the time and pay attention around you because only the things you see with your own eyes and only the things you experience firsthand are yours forever. I don't believe in heaven after death, but I believe in a paradise around you and inside you, right here and right now! 

So... I've seen a place in this world where the stars are closer to you and shine more brightly and the trees grow higher and embrace them. While I was there I looked at the stars every single night, I observed them falling and I remained with them in a silence that you can afford to be in only with your intimate friend and yet seem the most natural and pure way of sharing a profound moment. Every night is the same, it's like you're alone on the island. It is just you, the trees, the stars and an immense ocean. Every night under the open sky everything felt for me more real than it was anywhere else in this world.

Vincent van Gogh said: "whenever I see a tree I see the desire of the earth to have a meeting with the stars. Each tree is a desire of the earth to have a meeting, a love-affair with the sky. That's why trees go on moving upwards, upwards, upwards. Trees are longings of the earth to have a meeting, to make love with the sky. They are on the way."

In Angaga island, I was definitely on my way.

In a place like that you wake up naturally with the sun and the sound of the calm waves. I didn't know if I was still dreaming or simply my reality became my dream: barefooted in the sand for two weeks... To be able to feel the sand touching your feet no matter where you go, no matter if it's morning or evening, if you dance or you eat, it's paradise for me. It's like there's no use of shoes on a world like this. I am a woman, but I promise - even to you, my dear Flori :) -, there's no place for shoes in here. I would change them all in a second, any time, for a place like this.

We've stayed in two islands, Angaga and Safari, both on the same atoll. We chose the islands based on the reef because we've got our diving open water certificates and we wanted to enjoy the best of underwater life. I fell in love with Angaga. The island is so small that you can walk around it in 15 minutes.

There is so much life around you in such a small place. I've tried to capture in a few pictures for you this amazing life.

And then, there's the incredible life of the ocean...

Hello there! 

One day we took a trip to swim with this beautiful creature of the ocean: the whale shark. They are quite big fishes and they have a big mouth about 1m wide (sorry I couldn't take a proper shot of the mouth). This one was about 8 meters long, but don't worry, they feed only plankton so we were safe :) 

Chris, thank you for everything you taught us!

Beginners, learning in progress :)

Resting after

Open water proof pics diving :)