Mai mac

decât macul

coloare aprinsă,
formă timidă,
se-ndoaie cu briza,
s-alintă cu lumina,

se uită cu anotimpul,
se scrie cu bobiţe negre,

undeva
este
şi
va fi
timpul nostru

22.11 Absence

Outside the barracks by the corner light
I'll always stand and wait for you at night
We will create a world for two
I'll wait for you the whole night through
For you, Lilli Marlene
For you, Lilli Marlene

Bugler tonight, don't play the Call To Arms
I want another evening with her charms
Then we will say goodbye and part
I'll always keep you in my heart
With me, Lilli Marlene
With me, Lilli Marlene

Give me a rose to show how much you care
Tied to the stem, a lock of golden hair
Surely tomorrow you'll feel blue
But then will come a love that's new
For you, Lilli Marlene
For you, Lilli Marlene

When we are marching in the mud and cold
And when my pack seems more than I can hold
My love for you renews my might
I'm warm again, my pack is light
It's you, Lilli Marlene
It's you, Lilli Marlene

My love for you renews my might
I'm warm again, my pack is light
It's you, Lilli Marlene
It's you, Lilli Marlene

Absence...of color, of air, of will, of presence, of love, of characters, of smoke

It seems that the only mistress I must be afraid of is Europe . People I would appreciate to have near me are in Europe's capitals right now, while I am in this capital full of heat and, paradoxically, also thunder and rain.

Distance is frustrating. I can't do anything about it. I've read and read a few weeks ago about how time and space are perceived differently now and these barriers are almost erased (Thompson, Harvey, McLuhan etc etc read them) , how one is transforming into the other and/or compressing.
That is full of shit, pardon my French. Maybe at some artificial level that's true. Sure, it doesn't take 3 months to sign a contract with your partner in China but it's the same thing if you missed your child while he was at war, either in the First World War or in Iraq. The mother is equally frightened.
To be less dramatic, I miss my love in the same way now as I would have 100 years ago. So I talk to him on the phone, that's what Harvey would give as example for the space axis compressing, we don't feel the space between us because we communicate in this minute and not in 3 weeks (what would the letter take to be delivered by "horse powered" carriage).

But in my heart the space is as present and as huge as it really is. It's not the same as him being here. In our minds these axis of time and space never compress if you really understand them, if you are aware of them. I am thinking now that these authors must be referring to the fact that people forget them and give them less importance and not that they truly compress with the help of technology. Technology is only a pill to make us forget the space and time between us.

Sticky notes

After long weeks of exams and even longer days of photographing for work, after all my intellectual effort (yeah, don't laugh) and constant restraint not to blow everything off and do photos for me and read books only for me (which resulted in a wide wide wide range of sticky notes on my desk with ideas, chores and things to do) now I am..I feel like...like one of those people who prepare for a long time for something like a big daring trip and the day before they have to leave they chicken out.

I should have a big red sticky note on my computer screen which says : Stop expecting so much !
From you, from others, from the world or the weather.
Now I am too tired to do all those things. I want to see my friends and take my cam but conversations seem exhausting and my cam is soooo heavy.

Eventually I am going to get my ass of this chair and do all those things and more, but let me crash for a while. Crash....good movie, good word. When I visualize the word "crash" I imagine it like a crash between stars that, by some accident of nature, get closer and closer to each other not knowing that when they touch they'll hurt and transform beyond anything they can imagine...yeah...I remember a list I made once. It seems so long ago that the stars almost faded out. " study, play the piano again, learn to speak Chinese, tell him I love him ..." I did one of those things and so I visualize the word crash.

Another word I like is "air" that makes me think about "air under my wings" (big surprise my blog is named "Wing" in Romanian , isn't it ?!). And if I close my eyes I can still feel this morning's cool air on the 9th floor of a home building, looking out as the sun rose. Out of nowhere a warm breeze put it's arm around me.
When the sun rises you can't see the stars.
It's typical for us to wonder in thought towards those that are soo far away, even if it's right there, in your eye, close to your planet, the brightest, warmest star you'll ever see.

Photos from my last day as a student this year!! uhuuu. In Green Hours . Love you Becs and Mire :hug:

On my way to work. In Adi's building. Constanta.

From the only day I visited the beach when I worked in Constanta last week. Photo taken with my mobile. I didn't want to risc the sand getting in my cam. It's to much of a new toy. He sleeps in pillows and I wash my hands when I touch him (LOOOl. joke...sort of).

I AM EXPECTING A VERY LONG VACATION.