Asta mi-a trecut azi prin cap cand, în urma multor insistențe ale celor apropiați m-am hotărât să-mi fac cont pe facebook. A fost o mare victorie a lor pentru că au reușit să învingă toată îndărătnicia mea legată de rețele de socializare. Oricum, contul este doar pentru prieteni și persoane care mă cunosc personal și interacționează cu mine, am primit câteva add request-uri de la necunoscuți dar au fost respinse. După ce m-am enervat chinuindu-mă să activez și să dezactivez chestii pe-acolo mă întorc la dependența de muzică.
Wonderland In A Can
The neverworld which I desire is only in my head.
sâmbătă, 3 septembrie 2011
vineri, 2 septembrie 2011
Mosquitos above one's head
Confined sun, Constanța 2011 |
But all about this. Why am I writing in English? I don't know either. Maybe this is the way the words can arrive faster on the screen. You know what's making me crazy now? I think a week ago I wanted to see how is if I go back online just for fun and socializing. Throughout this year I went online just for science, music and e-mail because I've been too busy with school and personal live life. So now I spent some time chatting to people, surfing on many blogs, analyzing peoples profile on socializing sites and commenting different stuff they were writing. I was commenting in different manners,sometimes smart with arguments, sometimes silly, sometimes funny but never rude or sarcastic. And I sadly found out that almost everyone wants to prove their superiority among others, giving advice, giving themselves as an example, talking about how big they are and how big things they're doing or they did. They showed me how smart, funny and wise they are. I knew... I knew that everyone of us is the center of his/her own universe, that of course, many of us have a good opinion about themselves but... some replies were really rude like "heey you really don't know what you're talking about, my blog post was very okay with that. You should learn/do/think blabla".I can make the difference between a well intentioned advice and an advice that one gives to you in order to prove his/her superiority. That was just a silly experiment. I can't give names or links because probably all the smart people will say that this is a rude thing. And they will be right because this is a rude thing certainly. Many told me stuff about the utility of the online communities and socializing sites. They can make you feel better they said. Yes, support groups maybe can make you feel better and also chatting to somebody you haven't seen for years but... the online world is never better than the real. Online you do everything without effort, without trying to guess someone else's reactions, without using reverse psychology and without living. My little experiment about online socializing was finished because I just got sleepy before popping out a statistic. Online socializing is boring to me. Maybe you think I'm crazy, then I'll tell Bukowski to tell you that you're crazy too.
And I've written too much anyways. Too much for a blog that's already into dust. And mosquitos are flying above my head. And my feet don't always touch the ground.
miercuri, 31 august 2011
Nothing written for months. Not even a scratchy word in an unfinished poem. It's getting dusty in here. Maybe I'll be back writing, maybe I won't. Oh, Agax, you made me normal!
Now I'm back in the supermassive black hole Govora for some time. Maybe the ideas will rise from the middle of nowhere but for the moment I'm satisfying my music addiction with some Rolling Stones, a bit of Nirvana and some old school stuff.
P.S. Click the purple words for the music
Now I'm back in the supermassive black hole Govora for some time. Maybe the ideas will rise from the middle of nowhere but for the moment I'm satisfying my music addiction with some Rolling Stones, a bit of Nirvana and some old school stuff.
P.S. Click the purple words for the music
miercuri, 27 aprilie 2011
22 de ani fără 10 secunde
I am- shop in Krakow (by me) |
cu venele-n ploaie noaptea nu mai am nimic altceva de făcut
decât să alerg ca o stafie printre luminile oraşului
mi-e atât de frig că halucinez şi după mine aleargă
o grămadă de grase în blugi skinny
şi elefanţi cu pantaloni roz
Te rog toarnă-mi o cafea fierbinte pe creier
să-mi încălzesc circuitele
deja întunericul se revarsă de-a valma în capul meu
şi nu mai aud decât fericirea
care circulă prin liniile telefonice de sărbători
La 22 de ani fara 10 secunde
dorm cu mickey mouse şi vărs lapte pe tricou
aproape în fiecare dimineaţă
încercam să redau în acest poem
o înaltă criză adultă de maturizare emoţională
dar m-am oprit fiindcă am uitat sfârşitul
care cred că era legat de vise emoţii şi alte chestii mature
probabil voiam să spun că
acum nu mai am nimic altceva de făcut
decât să alerg cu venele-n ploaie noaptea
să mă prefac preocupată de problemele ţării
în timp ce găsesc soluţii pentru criza financiară
şi adopt o mimică anxios-depresivă
însă nu pot face asta momentan
deoarece trebuie să lipesc
cablul de care m-am împiedicat azi noapte
în timp ce făceam baloane de săpun
deoarece eu
la 22 de ani fără 10 secunde
sunt un adult mare şi responsabil
duminică, 24 aprilie 2011
Nightwatch in Krakow
The Cathedral |
Krakow's street lights |
When ghosts of Krakow come to life |
Enlighten my brain with your magic |
Their spirits will never depart |
Lift me up higher, I wanna touch the moon |
No, you'll never catch the nightwatcher |
Wawel castle by night |
"Moonlight falling over me Sail on where the shadows hide" |
Shine a light |
Lasciare ogni speranza... |
The market |
Black skies above Poland... and Myslovitz in my ears
I am up in the clouds I am up in the clouds And I can't and I can't come down
Myslovitz are a polish band I discovered somewhere in 2005 and rediscovered them when I found out I'm going to Poland. They took their name from the city where they belong, called Myslowice. This song has also an English version called Sound of solitude. They are very appreciated in Poland.
Lost somewhere in Krakow (photo story)
Easter morning. Strange feeling of having almost nothing to do. Haven't been like this for such a long time. I almost forgot how it is not being busy. In the last few months I've been on the run.Always on the road, always running after trains and searching the shortest path to arrive... somewhere. Now I'm telling you my story of Krakow, by day and by night. This city has a style, a different way of being. An old center surrounded by modern buildings and Vistula river crossing it. Spring air, fresh mood, blue sky and so nice people. We salute you Krakow.
Please, follow the sun. If you do this, you'll never lose the skyline. |
Arriving in Krakow, we met the little blue dragon |
Say a little prayer for those departed |
Please, don't turn your back to the light... |
The sound of the drums beating in my heart. 4ever |
Guitar bite @ Hard Rock Cafe |
No more Iron Maiden in Bucharest this summer. I wish I were in Warsaw on 10th June... |
Levitation. Yes, he was doing it for real! |
My roof, my shelter, my quiet... in the city center. |
The door of my dreams is locked. Knock first. |
Down the stairs you'll find the truth. |
Vistula river |
Go and save the princess! |
A place to hide |
Up in the sky |
Yes I turned back to my army and left the fight. Oh... so much war and lost lives. What for? |
Do not open. The dragon lies right there! |
This happened on my B-day |
Modern city area |
I come to life by night and kill all the evil-doers. Just for my own amusement |
Clock tower |
Schindler's factory- Jewish district, Krakow |
The written walls of the Jewish district |
Centerfolds |
The ceiling of Jagiellonian University |
Completely lost |
Black hole tree in the castle yard |
A walk to the Wawel castle |
My conference presentation |
My conference presentation 2 |
The organizers of Neuronus and the Romanian team |
Main square |
Old church |
And now... where? |
Romania Neuroscience Team |
The dragon that guards the castle and protects the princess |
Black fat cat in the Jewish district P.S. Happy Easter everyone! |
Abonați-vă la:
Postări (Atom)