miercuri, 18 decembrie 2013

vineri, 15 noiembrie 2013

Face emptied of any expression

Fighting our own little fatal obsessions, removing them one at a time, face emptied of any expression. Then we pretend the scar that remains goes back to when I was a kid and I stumbled while running to get the ball.


joi, 14 noiembrie 2013

lustig bist du

du bist lustig. zu lustig.

miercuri, 30 octombrie 2013

keine Angst. and if reality makes too much sense, be worried. 

joi, 3 octombrie 2013

"Fericirea adevărată e totdeauna o clipă. Mai multă n-ar putea îndura firea omului..."

sâmbătă, 28 septembrie 2013

Good red wine

Say we can visualize each individual's freedom up to molecule level, in clouds filling the space. There's only so much volume and we shouldn't use more, should we? We shouldn't. Of course, air is volatile and people are kind, understanding and flexible. Still, in this setting, I shouldn't and I cannot take your steps for you. My cloud is nevertheless enough and I can dance farther from its comfortable center, closer to these imprecise limits. I can gently smile while dancing and come closer. And then I can almost feel and draw and connect molecules from your cloud.

Autumn leaves are falling so gently and peacefully that I know I've found myself. And steps in a dance are like a good red wine: you have to give it time.

vineri, 20 septembrie 2013

Non-random thought

You're too much for me Ennis. I wish I knew how to quit you.