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marți, 25 martie 2014

berlin

I love Berlin because it reminds me of how easy and pleasant life's actually and about how we are complicating it!
Before going to Berlin I was not in a very happy place : work, friends...people...I was feeling kind of confused and lost in translation. I was in such a hurry all the time, I didn't have patience anymore, I wanted answers and I was getting kind of radical which is sort of not me. And the worst part is that I've almost stop dreaming my life away.
So I kind of spontaneously decided to go there. Berlin wasn't even on my wishlist of cities that I wanted to visit. But I had a friend there and I was kind of curious so...there I went.

First of all Berlin is relaxed : smiling people everywhere with a beer in their hand, chatting outside in the sun, with their dogs (with no leash!) just sharing some smiles, exchange some ideas.
Second : every person that I've been in contact with spoke perfect english!

Fear cand hold you prisoner. Hope can set you free.

So I kind of new that even if I get lost (which was often the case :) I will akways find someone to help me.
Big monuments, large avenues, good food and drinks and partyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! It's amazing how on the same street you can have a russian, a thai, an italian and a pakistani restaurant. You get to see a metal bar next to a latino club and it's all cool.

Also everybody is smoking in bars and clubs. Which bothered me at the begining but reminded me of Cluj. So it was cool. I danced and laughed and shared coffee and food with people met randomly on the street. People tried to sell me weed  and I even got mistaken for a prostitute (because I was wearing high heels) which is kind of funny (years for now I will laugh with L. : hey do you remember that time when I came to visit you in Berlin and I was mistaken for a prostitute? Yes, it was funny!). People where simple, dressed in black and not dressed to impress, happy, with lots of tattoes, mohawks, funky, funny, colored, of all types, spanish, italians, turkish...


Someone told me that in Berlin are more architects than cab drivers. 

No one screams, no one runs, no one is rude. At least the people that I've met.
They say that you see what you want to see. That what you see is a reflection of you. I've chosen to see the beautiful in Berlin, the alternative, the good coffee and the smiling people. Peace. Because the rest is not important.

I got scare tissue in Berlin. I got better. It will always be my happiness reminder with his squats, his music, the people. It's true that a friend in need is a friend indeed but a funny sarcastic friend with a big heart, beer and a lovely top flor apartment is better.


I mean it's simple : viata e frumoasa si nimic nu merita regrete. So just do what you feel like doing and don't regret it. Regrets just complicate life and don't solve anything. Don't look back in anger. Live in the moment because you never know if you'll still be there for the next moment. And dream, dream big so you can achieve big things. 

Don't waste your time on people who don't deserve you. People that bring out the best of you are the only valid option.

I am always saying that there is nothing that the road can't heal. I truly believe this. One voyage as often as possible keeps the doctor away...and the sun in your life. We are what we give to other people. I've chosen to give love. So if you give me nothing, nothing is what you get. 

W A L K I N G    A R O U N D in Berlin parks, museums, bars  I found my lost equilibre. And it felt good, natural, it felt like home. Oh, and they also have huge Flea Markets! When Didi left for the rainbow community I didn't get it. It took me a while. But she was happy so it was ok. Now we're all just fine : in africa, europe or australia united we stand! We are bulletproof now :)


















































duminică, 2 martie 2014

:))

Moi : "so...what's you age again? you turned like...29?!"
Fulga : "do you want me to kill you now or later on? you know that my biological clock will kill you!"
Moi : "yes, without blinking!"
Fulga : "Why aren't you a guy??!!"
Moi : "Hmmmpfff... I don't know :))"
Fulga : "Anyways you would be too short and not asian!"
Moi : "Yes but you'd love my personality and my guts and other stuff... :D"
Fulga :  "Mmm, yeah... meanwhile let's not talk about my age again..."
Moi :  "Or other weird stuff... :))"
Fulga: "Word!"


Fulga is one of my flatmates!

I would like you to listen to BOY while reading this


miercuri, 5 februarie 2014

Vis

In mod cert existenta ne este legata de vise. Aceasta minunata masina (unitatea centrala a PCului care este Omul) traduce subconstientul prin vise.


S-a dovedit in numeroase randuri ca viata mea este cumva legata de romanul lui Lewis Carroll : "Alice in tara minunilor".
Cand ne-am mutat in apartamentul asta cele doua colcatare era moarte dupa o lingurita eleganta, cu o coada lunga si o inima rosie in capat. Singurul meu gand a fost : "Off with their heads!!!" (da, regina cea rea). Singura corelatie de care am fost capabila.







Azi l-am visat pe cavalerul Reginei, cel cu cicatrice la nivelul ochiului, brunet, cu pumnal, misel, josnic.






Am visat ca Regina se uita la el cu ura si ii suiera printre dinti : "Sper ca nu ai facut-o din nou?!!!". El a schelalait : "Nu, Regina mea...". Atunci ea i-a smuls maneca de la camasa de lupta si sub ea : surpriza : Cavalerul isi tatuase un fel de plasa prinsa la rascruci cu mai multe cruci in care isi incrustase la nivelul pielii pietre pretioase mov. Poate ca suna sordid dar era atat de frumos ansamblul! Si eu cred ca am zambit in somn pentru ca mi-am dat seama ca fiorosul cavaler este indragostit :) Probabil ca visul nu a avut happy end dar a fost un vis datator de sperante, ca si cel cu fluturii albastrii.






Nu incetez sa imi amintesc acest citat, sa mi-l recit, sa mi-l intiparesc in inima si in minte :










Si cum asteptarea este inamicul meu cel mai mare, pe care nu reusesc (inca) sa il transform in prieten  :





 Incercand intr-una sa nu uit asta :




Weekend-ul asta au venit niste prieteni londonezi in vizita si a fost atat de amuzant. It was a true wolf pack I swear! Cei 3 londonezi care au speriat Strasbourgul batandu-se cu pumnul drept in piept si scandand, la unison, : "cougars, cougars, cougars!". Bien évidemmment niet cougars but it was a hell of a week-end. Si ce frumoasa a fost plimbarea de duminica dimineata cand am baut o cafea cu lapte  in Place Kleber, cu soarele incalzindu-ne in mijlocul iernii si a ultimelor ramasite de ploaie. Apoi am urcat pana sus, in catedrala, am admirat orasul si mi-am zis pentru a "n"-a oara ce norocoasa sunt ca locuiesc aici. And after that we went to the Place Gayot si am baut un Monaco si am vazut asta (din ciclul "music heals everything") :





si asta (nu era in povestea Danila Prepeleac de Ion Creanga o imagine asemanatoare?) :





E frumos sa iesi din cutia ta. Sa gasesti un slogan pentru campania unui viitor politician gen : "Cougars for change!" while eating fonDO :)) (sunt convinsa ca l-ar vota toata lumea in afara de copii si femei :) As fi un execelent leader de campanie electorala. And whoever says otherwise is just jealous! It was such a sunny day and I am happy that I shared it with such good mates!





" They agree that the sea
   is the best place to be!
   wondrously free
   they live happily ...


  ... music is the healer
      no matter who you are..."

   
 

sâmbătă, 7 decembrie 2013

when in France

First commandment :
- trust I seek and I found in you!

Or 10 basics rules to survive in France (or the beginners guide to France) :
1) try to speak french even if you suck at it. learn the French ABC : Bonjour, s'il vous plaît, merci beaucoup, bon fin de journée/soirée, au revoir!
2) cross the street only when the light is RED
3) tip the waiter and treat it like shit. eye contact battle will always be there before taking your order and you must win it.
4) never ever try to get something done between 12h-14h (lunch break)
5) never ever yell at a person. this will just show them weakness and a huge lack of education (even if you are entitled to yell from the heart of your lungs!)
6) always smile and act polite even if you feel like stabbing someone
7) eat, eat, eat. there is nothing much that french people love and appreciate to do. after all it is a "gourmet" people
8) bring them peace offers like croissants (they're always a good start at a new working place)
9) you will not speak any other language or you will be banned
10) don't use sarcasm. they will never get it!

For further details I recommend reading  :

Stephen Clarke. It's not Platon or Socrate but it gets you closer to the French way of seeing the world.





joi, 1 august 2013

un punct

Sunt un punct intr-o mare de puncte. Colorate. Punctele formeaza totul. Apele, pamantul, cerul, focul, vantul. Prezentul, trecutul si viitorul. Poze pixelate si uneori blurate. Dar fara un punct nimic nu mai este la fel?!





Nu mi-am dorit niciodata sa zbor in spatiu. Imi e frica. Incredibil de frica sa imi pierd pamantul de sub picioare. In mod dubios nu imi e frica de ocean, de scufundari, de munti, de prapastii. Dar de spatiu da! Nu m-as urca intr-o naveta spatiala pentru nimic in lume!





In ultima vacanta am fost 8 zile pe vapor. Cu mici acostari in porturi. Totusi, 8 zile pe mare. Nu am stiut cum o sa (imi) fie. Mi-am luat cu mine medicamente contra raului de mare si cu toate panzele sus!





Si, Doamne, cum mi-au fost daramate toate barierele. Sa te vezi inconjurat de apa, cat vezi cu ochii apa. Iar apoi sa vezi bancuri de pesti zburatori care ieseau la aer pentru cate o acrobatie si delfinii care se jucau cu vaorul, il ocoleau, il surpindeau, faceau ture, 8 uri, inotau sarind, parca zambindu-ne. Cate are marea de oferit! In primul rand liniste si mii de stele si bariere de corali si minunate specii acvatice. Cum e sa stai pe punte, cu vantul biciuindu-ti fata? Cum e sa dormi noaptea pe "acoperisul" vaporului, intins pe spate, cu mainile sub cap, contempland spectacolul celest, stelele fara numar, stralucind nebuneste, jucand in constelatii, chemandu-te spre ele? Este PRICELESS !! Asa este! Un asa sentiment de libertate si de curaj rar mi-a fost dat sa experimentez. A fost atat de uimitor incat, in mai multe randuri, mi-am spus : " Doamne, daca mor acum, nu imi pare rau. Sunt fericita! Am facut tot ce am vrut sa fac. I lived by my rules, I did it my way!". Cafeaua bauta inainte de rasarit, invelita in stratul roz de vise! Saritul in apa, snorkelingul, testoasele uriase care treceau pe sub mine, apa clara, pestii, bariera de corali, plajele parasite, palmierii, nisipiul alb si fin, casele de vis, oamenii ciocolatii cu zambetul colgate si miere in ochi. In marea asta mi-am aruncat ultimele regrete. Le-am pus intr-o sticla de sticla imaginara, inchisa cu un dop de pluta sigilat cu ceara rosie pe care erau insemnele Furtunii. Si am aruncat sticla cat am putut eu de departe. Apoi totul a parut mai usor, mai luminos, mai clar. Viitorul nu s-a limpezit dar temerile au disparut.





As putea sa vorbesc ore intregi despre experienta Marii dar prefer sa va las cu niste poze.





Curcubeul vazut in apa, intr-o dimineata, a fost magic. Si nu cred ca voi putea uita vreodata apusul magnific, cu cerul arzand, rosu portocaliu cu irizatii de aur topit, pe marea linistita, umbrita de palmierii cunoscuti din vis, din copilarie ( de pe rochia neagra a mamei cu apusuri insangerate pe fond de palmieri). Nicicand nu am putut visa ca o sa vad asta in realitate. Apoi am invatat ca daca iti doresti ceva cu adevarat, trebuie doar sa ceri si sa crezi pana la ultimul punct din tine ca vei primii ceea ce ai cerut. " Cere si ti se va da!"









Jurnal de bord Iulie, Marea Caraibelor :
" Aici nu avem notiunea timpului. Nu stiu in ce data suntem azi si nici ora nu o cunosc. Stiu doar ca nu e nici prima nici ultima zi pe mare. Restul nu conteaza. Telefonul nu imi mai funtioneaza inca de cand am ajuns in Martinica. Restul lumii imi e strain. Realitatea mea e aici. Acum. Ieri m-am gandit la tine cand lasam urme efemere pe acea plaja quasi pustie. Oare ai fost si tu pe Marea asta? Ai pus si tu piciorul in apa cristal clear si un gand fugar a fugit spre mine? Pentru ca desi incerci sa simplifici totul esti foarte complicat. Atat de complicat incat nici (tu) nu (te) mai recunosti.





Sentimentul asta ca timpul se opreste in loc si ca timpul se dilata nu poate exista in multe locuri pe Pamant!"





vineri, 5 aprilie 2013

sunt roman,caut tara

este o problema spinoasa asta cu patria muma.
ca sa fie clar de la inceput : eu iubesc Romania, dar nu prea imi plac romanasii care o populeaza.

eu am o convingere : ca daca toata lumea si-ar face treaba corect, la nivel individual, tara ar merge mai bine.
cert, este greu cand vezi ca toata lumea in jurul tau fura, injura, urla, (te) ridiculizeaza.
smecherii astia noi asa un fel de ciocoi vechi. ei nu rezolva ci (te) rezolva.ei nu explica ci urla marlaneste. nu muncesc ci "invart smenarii". nu vorbesc "dau cu papagalul".
iar tu biet om cu scoala multa si degeaba esti un nimeni, un zero barat.
iar copiii, of copiii, bietii copiii, ce exemple au ei. de fapt nu au. si cum sa cresti frumos in altfel de conditii?
toti vor imbogatire rapida, masini de lux, munca putina. nu exista asa ceva.
nici un imperiu nu s-a caldit pe vant.

vrei bani, trebuie sa muncesti. asta este adevarul. nu exista alta cale. cel putin, eu asa am fost invatata.

ma simt uneori ridicola, depasita. nu inteleg mentalitatea din ziua de azi.
nu imi place sa tip, sa dau cu pumnu-n masa sau sa ma bat cu pumnii in piept.
nu ma laud singura si nu ma pot baga sub pielea cuiva.
nu pot pupa in fund pe nimeni.
si nu imi place sa fiu lingusita. scurt pe 2.

si atunci incep sa cred in "Omul macaroana" scris de Alina Mandru.

dar despre "Omul macaroana" al Alinei, data viitoare.

duminică, 3 octombrie 2010

immigrant punk!



"Yesterday, there was so many things
I was never told
Now that I'm startin' to learn
I feel I'm growing old


'Cause yesterday's got nothin' for me
Old pictures that I'll always see
Time just fades the pages
In my book of memories
Prayers in my pocket
And no hand in destiny
I'll keep on movin' along
With no time to plant my feet


'Cause yesterday's got nothin' for me
Old pictures that I'll always see
Some things could be better
If we'd all just let them be".

Immigrant punk! People...I`m moving. To France. In Strasbourg. You can come visit me anytime you want.

I don`t know where I`ll stay!

I`ll do some cs at the beginning, maybe a youth hostel.

Do I know someone in Strasbourg? No.

Do I have enough money to make it trough? Probably not enough.

Will I make it? Yes, of course :)

Ce imi place mie? Printre altele...gogol bordello...stiu, nu multi gusta genul asta de muzica dar pe moi ma binedispune instantaneu, de la primele acorduri. Face parte din muzica mea datatoare de energie si cum pana acum nu am postat nimic despre ei...there you go, ladyes and gentlemen: Gogol Bordello!

"Legalize me! Realize me!
Party!

Of course we immigrants wanna sing all night long
Don't you know the singing salves the troubled soul?
So I'm relaxed, I'm just lurking around
I got a method and you don't
You got a dictionary kicking around?
Look up the immigrant, immigrant, immigrant punk!"



Si acum melodia mea preferata punk rock of all times...pam pam...introducing WONDERLUST KING by Gogol Bordello:



"Back in the day yo as we learned
A man was not considered to be
Considered to be fully grown
Has he not gona beyond the hills
Has he not crossed the 7 seas
Yeah, 7 seas at least!

Now all them jokers kept around
Just like the scarecrows in hometown
Yeah, scarecrows in hometown
From screen to screen they're travelin'
But I'm a wonderlust king

I stay on the run
Let me out
Let me be gone
In the world's beat up road sign
I saw new history of time...
New history of time!!!

Through Siberian woods
Breaking up their neck

Chinese moving in building discoteques

Homemade sex toys and whatnot
Yeah, and why not?
Well at least it's something different
From what they got in every other airport

I traveled the world
Looking for understanding
Of the times that we live in
Hunting and gathering first hand information

I traveled the world
Looking for lovers
Of the ultimate beauty
But never settled in
I'm Wonderlust King!

And presidents
And billionaires
And generals
They'll never know
What I have owned!
What I have owned...
I'm a wonderlust king!"

Supertheory of supereverything!!!!!!! By the same Gogol.



"From the maelstrom of the knowledge
Into labyrinth of doubt
Frozed underground ocean
Melting - nuking on my mind

Yes give me Everything Theory
Without Nazi uniformity
My brothers are protons
My sisters are neurons
Stir it twice, it's instant family! "

A propos de frenezia nuntilor...



Despre realitatea in care traim:

"It is easier to see
Evil as entity
Not as condition inside you and me
I did not invent it, I'm just in charge of it
Simple businessman with simple practical plan

So do you wanna be a model, yeah?
All you got to do is show up, wow!
We'll be leaving soon for the breaking ground
For there will forever be slavery
There forever be cruelty

There forever be wretched of Earth
Crawlin' up round driven by last semen drop
Factory that makes you, they say, it never stops
Factory that makes them, I know, it never stops...

So do you wanna be a model, yeah?
All you got to do is show up, wow!
We'll be leaving soon for the breaking ground
For there will forever be slavery
There forever be cruelty

In this game they'll always be on the top
and it's up for you to learn or not! "



Sally...


Imi e frica? Un pic asa...
De fapt imi e inima stransa fiindca El nu poate sa vina. Dar va veni si El, o sa luptam pentru asta:) Punk revolution just began!