13 Dec 2011

lonely was the song I sang

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  I don't know if  I can describe those days..
 I was constantly like a night walker. I coulnd't sleep because I kept asking myself: To what will I wake up at?So.. a lot of empty days and slepless nights.

Parca sunt intr-o cursa a aceluiasi sentiment,
aceeasi stare neclintit de la fel.

Cum sa am curaj sa pasesc cu toata talpa,
cand toate cararile imi par de nici un fel ?!

23 Jul.

  I needed to do something and I let myself dragged into the mountains. It was cold and I was cold. And I was empty and I was constantly wandering through the new things.
  The poem I read the most, and described my state of mind was a very morbid one. It's a beautiful poem, but the fact that it was appealing to me it's just sad.

The photos are from Straja and Petrosani.
I discovered that sometime I simply can't take my eyes off  of someone's face. It's so magical. I want to absorb everything I see. Everything. I want to remember as much as I can, because I know that I won't see 'him' again.

Plec iar

Plec iar.
Plec cu amintiri iar nepetrecute.
Ma amagesc, ma hranesc cu ele.
Pe geam ma uit cu un zambet
in coltul buzelor, visand. 
Raze de soare pe tample atat nesarutate
cat neatinse buze.

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