duminică, 4 noiembrie 2012

Mi roars




 Happy Vamps Hunt

 

 ...
"Mirror mirror on the wall..."  (why am I reading this story again?)
...
Povesti cu vampiri, catei, oameni-pisici, lupte imaginare cu monstri inventati... e o lume a unor copii speriati ce vor la randul lor sa sperie.
...
On the window glass the flight of a pigeon reflects clearly; the rest of the set looks like the illusion of the environments'reflection. Still air... cold and still. 
"Oh dear "mirror" on the.../ fading wall? in my imagination. \ who's the most beautiful of them all? "
"- I think that one, on the left! /left of my view or ... of the reflections left? \ But if I look at it from here, turning my back at it and observing it in reverse it's no longer the one in the left, is it?"
...
The tale continued
...
Continuam sa rescriu o poveste in capul meu; povestea nu mai avea decat franturi din original... devenea din ce in ce "mai altfel"... cu fiecare incercare de rescriere.
 "And the tale was written differently for the next try"

...
(...do re mi...)

"No more fear!" (and the children are happy again)

(...do mi sol...)

 Another play to learn and play, said the child and grabbed the script! (this is the short-story of the artist "a child" playing a lifetime of characters).

(... mi la do...)

She got some great parts there: the best to be performed. 
The script writer and the director  were so happy to finally have such a good actress...

"Are you sure you want to perform this play? There's this other one I haven't quite finish to write... it's coming soon."

...

She imagined a beautiful bright future ahead. For everyone. (crazy laughter in the backgrounds of the stage; that was ok because some part of her spirit already knew: the very bright future ...- will  on wheel of will - ... is to come with us all when we learn to accept ... ourselves and each other). 

...

Easy to play it, hard to live it.   This "script writer" got tired; it was hard enough.

(... do si la...)
(..sol fa...)
(...mi...)

...

 /

...S-a ridicat  de la masa si a plecat...

Avea nevoie de o vacanta, sa se plimbe putin pe unde doar si-au imaginat altii ca ar putea ajunge. 

A real vacation
she 
needed
after 
a long time
spent
in this: office.
                    home-office.

...Imaginatia unui bine atunci cand e mai putin bine...

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"And they lived happily ever after"

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They stood at this table having a cup of tea, watching the surroundings: - what beautiful napkins!

- I like this table ring.
- What table ring?
- They all watched the table... but where was that ring?

Around the table top was this beautiful embroidery made of God knows what! a very special embroidery that was.

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Tired of playing all these parts she went back to her  "old" real love.

                                                                    - ... -

- Hello!
- Oh, God you scared me!
- How are we today? 
- We're fine, thank you!

A moment of truth in a memory; (sweet smile on these lips)

I'll go wo(a)nder on some people and be a wander myself. 

- ... -

They were sitting at a table having drinks and telling stories, laughing, playing games, joking ... would you join them?






joi, 9 februarie 2012

Cleme de par




"Am ales! 1 Sunt asa!  Ba sunt altfel! Ba sunt acolo! ba nu, sunt aici! Sunt peste tot (cu gandul).
Am ales ! 2 Nu mai sunt? altfel! la fel. aici sau acolo.
Am reales: 3 sunt si asa si asa... si la fel si altfel... sunt si aici si acolo (in gand).

Am tot ales sa sar de la o stare la alta, dintr-o stare in alta.
Aleg si acum!!! Aleg sa cred ca tot ce se intampla are rostul sau. RE Aleg sa vad un bine in cel mai greu lucru de acceptat in mine, la mine, intamplat mie. "Maybe this time I'll graduate! and move on!!!"

Aleg toate culorile! Accept toate culorile, cu nuantele lor, cu ce poate deriva din fiecare culoare luata separat si din fiecare combinatie de culori...

Alegeri! Si au iesit culorile!



Student Matters: Recalling Venice


 " - Tu chiar nu asculti ce ti se spune?!!!" urla el acum in fundal. 
Naratorul Interior: Il auzea dar prefera sa nu mai puna nimic la suflet. Da, parea a fi uitat sa mai asculte... parea doar, caci ce ERA, stia doar ea si asa trebuia sa ramana: stiut doar de ea.
" - Deci, tu chiar nu esti pe lumea asta! Uite ce ai facut acolo!! N-are niciun sens!! nicio logica... nimic!!!"
Visatorul Interior: Peisaj verde, calm, linistit... sub un cer albastru o campie, iarba deasa, niste tufe... un plop sustinea un cer albastru patat de un norisor... un fluturas desena linii frante invizibile in aerul improspatat de miresmele florilor de camp... ... ...
Naratorul InteriorSi acum el se enerveaza si striga si nu vad decat cum i se schimonoseste fata si cum i se umfla venele de nervi dar nu il aud fiindca m-am interiorizat. Aud tot ce spune si colectez intr-o cutiuta in capul meu; voi reveni asupra continutului ei altadata; nu vreau sa ma enervez acum... si nici sa il enervez mai tare.
Dar...
"- Gata, eu nu mai suport! Starea asta a ta de reverie... e... e... imposibila... trebuie sa te concentrezi! dar tu nuuu.... " se agita prin camera, cauta ceva, isi scotoceste prin buzunare, gaseste intr-un final o tigara "ma duc sa iau o gura de aer!" iese trantind usa. 

 "- Buun... si acum sa vedem... sa ma concentrez putin la ca am de facut!" isi spuse ea si incepu numaidecat munca serioasa.


 Childhood Memories




Rare Innocence


The Wait
(a broach moved on the head)