Mansarda la Strasbourg cu vedere spre moarte

Cand eram la facultate, la Cluj, mergeam des la teatru. Cert, nu lipseam niciodata atunci cand venea Bucurestiul dar si Teatrul Maghiar din Cluj era minunat. Iar o data am vazut piesa asta, de neuitat, " Mansarda la Paris cu vedere spre moarte" de Matei Visiniec. Piesa asta a fost scrisa special pentru Nationalul Clujean. A fost atat de magica incat am fost de 3 ori. Pentru ca era despre Cioran, pentru ca nu stiam inainte ca Cioran a avut Alzheimer, pentru ca este o boala care ma ingrozeste enorm, pentru ca nu imi  e frica de moarte dar imi e de procesul de imbatranire. Pentru ca vroiam mult imaginarul lui, lumea ascunsa a acestui om care a scris atat de lucid incat ai fii crezut ca e depresiv...el, fiind, de fapt, un optimist incurabil.

O lume imaginara cu girafe bizare, elefanti zburatori, saltimbaci costume, lumina, lumina, lumina. Nebuni veseli si optimisti suicidari. Danseaza, danseaza, danseaza.





Toata viata mea am visat sa locuiesc in Franta. I'm living my dream. This is my moment. This is it. La un moment dat am locuit intr-o mansarda. It made me feel special and terribly awake. Awake with my eyes wide closed. Apusul, rasaritul, organic, lumina, din cer in pamant si din pamant in cer.





Apoi se intampla ca aici and it's funny and infuriating. What is it with people that they need so much to screw up their own lives, their own happiness? What kind of demon we carry within us which keeps us up sleepless and unhappy? Suntem maestrii in a ne strica singuri viata, momentul, visele. Eu am facut un pact sa nu mai fac asta, sa incerc din rasputeri sa nu mai fac asta. And it's difficult like hell. Pentru ca suntem autodestructivi. Suntem plini de vicii. Dar si plini de noi. Suntem poluati si uneori mi se pare ca insanity it's the only way of coping. It's like the mad hatter from Alice in Wonderland is saying : " Don't worry, we're all mad in here!". Amin.

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Life doesn't get easier you just get better.

Daca vreti sa ascultati piesa la Teatrul Radiofonic, click aici. Merita! Ca sa ai si tu o mansarda la paris cu vedere spre moarte, pentru 88 de minute.

so don't bother...

I won't die of deception...



10 ani si 3 inele mai tarziu regatul meu este stabil.
am trecut prin momente de fericire absoluta, inumana, stelara si prin momente de nefericire...la fel.
am zdrobit suflete in proces iar al meu...suflet...a iesit si el cam terfelit din toate povestile astea.
am stat de multe ori si m-am intrebat : "what is it with men?"
2 au vrut sa ma imblanzeasca.
1 a inteles ca nu poate si m-a inteles asa cum eram.
DAR toti 3 au vrut de la mine : sa gatesc, sa ne casatorim, sa avem un copil ( sau mai multi).
ok, it's like, I know that this is how usually the things are going but but but...I don't follow!
nu am fost pregatita, asa ca de fiecare data am fugit, lasandu-i in urma.
reminiscentele unui copil unic, egoist? might be.



cel mai ironic a fost locul ...Paris. As if...sous le ciel de Paris marchent les amoreux...



iubesc Parisul! muzeele, agitatia, moda, vibeul, e minunat orasul asta! it never stops. minunat si crud!
asa ca atunci cand aud "Paris orasul dragostei" ma cam inverzesc. cum sa reduci un oras atat de complex la asta? la dragoste! de fapt este ca si cum ai reduce o relatie la gatit, casatorie si copii. this is ssssssssssssssoooooooo wrong! nu am destui plamani ca sa strig asta : " THIS IS WRONG!!!"

one cannot be reduced at this dimension! two is impossible. there are 2 different worlds  who are coming together so why try to reduced them to 1 dull world. I mean they  can mix but please don't try to reduce 'em to mix and match clothes and babyes.

I do understand that for some people this is a natural way to continue a beautiful story but I don't get the people who make from this the main purpose of their lives. this is stupid and inappropiate. one shall love/understand him/herself before doing this. if not fatal errors will happen. and the one who will suffer the most  will be the baby.



My headache is killing me so...I will not get further but please, please, just understand that there is so much more in life than getting married and have babyes. If this happens naturally it's great, a miracle of life. If not, this means that you have the chance to discover yourself and meet more wonderful people. Either way the process should be rich in experiences and beautiful. Not painful. Not sad. Not a sentence.

There are so many wonderful people who aren't living their lives properly just because that they are afraid to be alone! This is wrong on so many levels. For them, for the person with whom they are ( who is probably also unhappy), for their friends, for all the wonderful people that they will never meet, and probably for their true love who just passed them.





I strongly believe that at some points in our lives we just meet people who we like, who have the same passions as us at that point, we just cross and sometimes we just let go after that. It's not wrong, it's not weak, it's just fine, because at some point all the things/people who shouldn't be in our lives just leave. It's life. It's love. It's wonderlast!

papapapaaaaaris!

My favourite place in Paris : le Panthéon, avec le pendule du Foucault!

I got some problems but they won't last...

And this is how we surf in Paris!

I wanna go somewhere, outside in the clean, fresh air...close your eyes!

And the Therion concert was brilliant!

Concertul Angus and Julia Stone

A fost un concert minunat!

Atat de mult mi-au placut oamenii astia 2, oameni care canta cu sufletul. Parca le ieseau palate si cavaleri si oameni moderni si nou si vechi si bun si rau din gura. A fost ca o exorcizare de Primavara. Sa iasa toti demonii afara din mine, tot raul la usa. Angus are o voce superba, atat de catifelata si calda, iar Julia stie sa cante la o gramada de instrumente ( chitara electrica, chitara acustica, muzicuta, trompeta, pian, orga). It was a fairy tale in teatrul Trianon, din Paris, 30 Aprilie 2011. M-au transportat intr-o alta lume. Publicul francez e varza. Nu au cantat, nu au dansat, nimic. Parca erau o armata de zombie, vorba Lui.




Si intre timp m-am mutat la Wissembourg. Imi place oraselul asta. E tot o casa si o gradina. Are parcuri mari, munti, ma simt ca acasa, la Brasov. Si in 30 de minute sunt in Germania, pe jos. How cool is that? Spitalul e imens. I am kind of scared. I guess it is normal. I feel so small. Like a small piece from a very complex astronomical watch. Like a puppet.

Hey, master of the puppets!

Inima inchisa, indoita-n multe bucati. Cutii cu haine. Pantofi. Cizme. Amintiri. Havaianas. Poze. Carti postale. Momente-nchise pe vecie-n cutia rosie care bate mereu. Praf. Cutite. Carti. Nervi. Veselie. Ferestre mari. Party de ramas bun! Si de-acum pana-n vecie mila Domnului sa fie! Dream catcherul. Icoana. Posterul. Gentile. Esarfele. Chei checked. Suflet checked. Zambet checked. Cu El de mana pot sa merg pana la capatul Pamantului. Carnetul cu things to do before I die. O viata de om. Si El o sa vina si nu o sa mai plece. Si atunci o sa ma linistesc.




Si, natural, when in Paris you go to Louvre and we eat to our favorite chinese traiteur.

Craciunul s-a nascut in Alsacia!

Buna dimineata, este ora 10, aseara am adormit la film in bratele Lui, dimineata m-am trezit sub geana lui cea blanda si iubitoare iar acum gatim. Ziua am fcaut pe turistii si am batut Strasbourgul in lung si-n lat, in ciuda zapezii si a frigului `cause we`re born in Transilvania...arghhhhhhhh! si la sfarsitul zilei am tras urmatoarea concluzie: Strasbourgul ruleaza! :P
Dar nici Parisul nu e rau :)
Craciun fericit,tuturor!
Am primit cadouri de Craciun foarte frumoase si...un inel, sub turnul Eiffel :)
Life is more beautiful when we`re together!..."`cause you were born to be my baby and I was born to be your man"