umbre
mi-e teama sa adorm, mi-e teama sa visez, mi-e teama de ziua de maine, mi-e teama ca nu voi avea puterea si curajul de-a o lua de la capat, de-a crede, de-a spera… mi-e teama de trufia si aroganta mea… mi-e teama sa ma joc… si ce daca?
attention
it would probably be fair if I wore a disclaimer saying “life under construction! mind your head and your heart!” that’s valid for myself and for those who dare (and are dear enough 🙂 ) to get close to me as well…
160 calls and then we die
I have a friend with whom I reached the marvelous point where we have several conversations on the phone per year (it occurs on easter, her birthday and mine, and christmas). in this rhythm, and if we live for another 40 years, we could have another 160 conversations (which might change our lives or not)… […]
control
why is it so hard to give up that things should occur in a certain way? or it’s difficult just in the beginning, when one starts to practice that?… hmm, if life is a conversation, why should anyone want to control it? with objectives, agenda, rules… it makes no sense… not at all… at …