Iarna. Ger. Mainile ii erau inghetate. Vantul suiera puternic, inghetand totul in jur. Intuneric. Strada slab luminata de felinarele aburite. Imbracata tomnatic merge pe drum cu mainile incrucisate ca sa isi tina de cald. Fata nu si-o mai simte, dar e mai linistitor astfel, comparativ cu durerea pe care o simte in picioarele degerate. Flashback-uri ii apar in fata, pe masura ce merge, amintiri ale vietii pe care a avut-o si care pare ca e a oricui numai a ei nu.
Provenea dintr-o familie bogata, care o dezmostenise pentru ca alesese sa isi urmeze inima si sa iubeasca pe cineva care nu apartinea aceluiasi rang si nu avea aceeasi avere. De fapt, David era sarac. Ducea o viata normala si isi permitea sa traiasca de pe o zi pe alta. I se sfasia inima amintindu-si momentele lor de fericire si faptul ca a renuntat la atatea pentru el si nu regreta absolut nimic.
Isi amintea ca avea si ea prieteni, si ca a intrerupt totul pentru el, ca sa fie ei impreuna. Facuse o serie de compromisuri, cand avea totul pe lume si baieti la picioare, si putea avea orice. Fusese tentant sa fie cu singurul baiat cu care nu se putea sa fie, era provocator. Iar pentru ea toata viata fusese compusa din provocari. Orice ‘challenge’ aduce cu sine o experienta de viata si totul i se parea o joaca. Continue reading
Melancolie dupa primul an
Mi-e dor de anul I. Serios … imi amintesc cat de tare ne distram cand veneam toate la cursuri si radeam la seminarii. Si totusi nu regret ca suntem anul III. La inceput eram mai timide, acum suntem in elementul nostru. O sa imi fie dor de voi dupa ce terminam, dar vorba aia, ne raman amintirile. Continue reading
Cum am ajuns aici?
V-am promis sa revin, si iata-ma, in ultimul an de facultate, cu timp pentru a va istorisi povestioare din viata de zi cu zi si inventii fanteziste ale imaginatiei diabolice de scriitor. Glumeam,desigur. Vorbim de cum am ajuns de la scriitorul din clasa a 10-a de liceu, la aproape absolventa Facultatii de Litere a unei universitati, si la dorinta de a face un tatuaj. Nu glumesc, tatuaj cu o imagine anume. Continue reading
Integrarea
Vorbim aici despre integrare din punct de vedere psiho-sociologic. Intram la facultate si trebuie sa ne integram intr-un grup nou, ne angajam sau schimbam locul de munca si trebuie sa ne integram in grupurile deja formate. Vorbim de greutatea cu care ne facem acceptati acolo unde mergem pentru ceea ce suntem, nu pentru ca incercam sa fim ca ceilalti oameni pe care grupul i-a acceptat sau pe care ii divinizeaza grupul.
Nu poti sa te implici in conversatii fara sa fi invitat pentru ca lumea va considera ca ‘vorbeste gura fara tine’ si ca te bagi unde nu iti fierbe oala. E greu sa te faci acceptat mai ales daca esti diferit de restul lumii. Iar daca stai retras in coltul tau va fi la fel ca si cum nu ai fi in incapere. Continue reading
The dream police
The dream police comes to take my character’s things into custody and he asks for some of them back. He did some crimes that needed to be punished, so the police granted him ten things back.
My character is a writer. He needs his environment in order to get inspired for writing. He needs his notebook to take notes over the activities around him, and a pen to write. He likes to go and relax, reflect and admire in the park, so he needs his car and his car keys. He needs clothing to change .. maybe a sports’ costume and his sports’ shoes.
He is a very lazy writer, so he needs special conditions in order to start writing, like his house, his favourite couch, his TV, his laptop, his mp3PLayer and his mobile phone.
What would you save from a fire? Describe it.
The fire started from the kitchen. I was terrified by the speed in which it spread. I ran to my library. Almost all my books had started to burn but one : My Shogun book. It was lying there, in its green hardback cover, mighty as it was over the other ones, telling me to save it. I took it as I remembered why I loved it so much. It had a great deal of information about the japanese culture of the time, but also about the european culture in comparison with the japanese one. It had political information about those times, and information about the religious involvement in the conquer of different areas on the planet at the time.
I found it amazing not only for the amazing information it offered, but also for the way the actions develop, and also for the development of the relationships between people that don’t know to speak the same language and this always reminded me about the Babylon scene.
The Ballerina
It was a sunny summer morning. The sun was letting us feel the heat it wanted to share. The windows were opened and there was no shade of wind whatsoever. We were more in love one with another than ever. You could see the bliss in our eyes. I felt happy; he did too. It was the moment she appeared in our lives. She was a ballerina and she was so beautiful and perfect,as if she was made precisely for tempting. She made him like her, she made us have fights, she tried to make him not love me anymore. Continue reading
The world has gone monochrome. What colour is it? Describe an outdoor scene.
The red taxi stops to take an angry client. His face turned into pink. He starts screaming at the driver and sits on the ruby red banquette in the back part of the taxi.
The cherry red buildings’ windows are all blissing thanks to the red button on the sky that shines powerfully offering the red people heat and the opportunity to turn cherry red tanned.
Soon, the button comes down from the sky. It has to go to bed, so the little cookie can take its place. She’s light red, and she watches over our entire red city over night. It’s her shift now. She’ll go to sleep in the morning, when the button’s shift comes and it has to wake up.
The fog is here a red, puffy, sweet cotton candy on the buildings, and all over the cars and streets.
Se stie ca temperamentul unei persoane poate fi cercetat si pe calea testarii preferintelor sale cromatice. Continue reading
Close your eyes, imagine you are walking towards a house. What is the house like?
The house the most imposing on th street caught my attention. It was big, with modern architecture, with big windows, having an impressive garret with a pleasant balcony. Its orange walls made a good combination with its brown windows in the shape of a trapeze. Continue reading
Bele – Árte II
Era luna octombrie si ploaia se pornise in Londra mai mult decat de obicei. Frigul se lasase incepand cu luna septembrie si casa in care statea Yoko necesita incalzire, iar pentru asta ii trebuiau lemne pe care nu le avea. Problemele sale financiare il impiedicau sa isi poata cumpara lemne, iar banii din japonia nu puteau fi folositi in Londra. Fu nevoit sa imprumute de la vecinul sau bani, iar pentru acestia trebuia sa plateasca o dobanda de 100% din banii pe care ii va castiga din vinderea terenului din spatele casei si a teiului care constituia singura lui mostenire de pret de la Sparrow. Nu se indura sa vanda teiul, insa trebuia sa o faca pentru a putea pleca inapoi pe Taramul Zeilor.
Aceste socoteli urmau a fi incheiate inainte de a pleca cu o luna, cel mult doua. Pana atunci, trebuia sa se asigure ca pamantul din fata casei si curtea sa in intregime va ramane a sa, adica sa isi incheie actele de succesiune dupa Sparrow. Totul avea sa dureze, avand in vedere faptul ca tribunalele din Londra se miscau greu si necesitau o suma numita “protocol” pentru a se mobiliza, suma de care Yoko, cu toate eforturile sale, nu o obtinuse. Continue reading