one night

Like a bridge over troubled water

lonely was the song I sang

  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.

this feels like

sun

exclamations in my head in my heart

you called me lavender you called me sunshine

6am

it was one of those days in which you can not sleep if you know that the next day you're going on a trip. 6am. oh i was tired and i was thinking and i am thinking so much about the castle. i kind of felt something: it's a feeling i forget but i remember it only when i feel something like it again. i wish i could describe it. something like i belong there, something like i was there, something like i could be there. and with my tired being i wandered in my mind..

the picture is made at 6 from my balcony..

thousand miles to walk

wide-eyed

baby boy

  with him- i felt like he could storage everything from his sight into his mind. That's how i feel with every child, but it's so sad that they don't remember their first years (or very little- a smell, a face, an emotion).

june highway

I wanted everything to happen exactly how I've been dreaming it. But life cought me dreaming and she bited me hard and when I realised that and started to care more about the present I had to say good bye.
I knew I will come back in august, but that sense of loss is something that you can't just erase it; you haft to live with it at least for a while. Coming home..everything felt so alone and empty because the past made an impact on me.
After every trip I look in the mirror for minutes and minutes and I simply feel different. It all goes as if I try to see beyond my eyes, directly in my soul but I just have more questions. I ask myself if I am really changed. Am I? Am I?
After washing my hair I look at it and see the softness it has forgotten for over two weeks. As well as me.
Looking through my poems and written thoughts from those days..Definitely some feeling that tickles my heart.

Mi-e dor de ceva ce pare 

ca nici n-a existat

si neraspunsurile tale,

nu-mi lasa nimic,

prin urmare.

I loved walking around with my voltaire in one hand and with my camera in the other..