JUMP!

Sometimes the stillness of a moments push me through in the extaz of a jump.

DARE!

CONCEPT

IMAGINING.

PROJECTING.

CREATING.

GREEN TOUCHES GREEN.

impossible

not to feel

avid loneliness

the world around

Entranger par coeur ma porte.

Pour toi.

Pour ton visage. Je me souviens de ton visage, la derniere fois que je l'ai vu. Tu etais tres serieux, peut-etre un peu decevait. Une poussiere de peur dansait autour de tes yeux fatigues. Tu as perdu. Tu as perdu le controle. Encore une fois. Car j'etais uncontrolable.

Amour? Pas encore. Tu etais addone dans une maniere plus que misterieuse de ce etat. D'avoir le controle. C'est la seule chose que tu as aime cette soiree. Plus d'etre totalement fascine de moi, de mon corp, de mes levres, du moyen que je bronchais mes mains autour ton trempe cou.

Qu'est-ce que je pouvais fait? Tu t'as deja demande? Tu existes plus? Celui qui pense qu'il tient le secret de l'art.

Tu as cede. C'est comme ta bague plein du savon tombe dans l'eau sans tu l'observer.

Je suis curieuse. Qui va se retournir?

Toi ou celui qui est parti cette soiree-ci?

Ca c'est produit encore une fois

Manu chao, tequila, sex et marijuana....and I'm completely lost, again.It will never stop,will it?! Stones thrown away in opposite directions..for there are two or more all around and I don't know which one is going to fall first...and I am dragged away as the wind blows...

Bienvenito a..and everything is a dance in the dark blue lights, with high heels and pretty dizzy, hanging hands around our bodies slowly. The world starts balancing in the soft rhythm of your feather breathes....Hai! Where am i?... and it's already morning. Now what's wrong with all these people. You are too many and I feel like being drunk trying to see you all at once.

Too many people, too much noise, too many voices and eyes. Have you ever thought how many eyes there are on the Planet or in your memory? Sois bien venu, where? In this state of mine...floating among internet pages and broken guitar chords. A slave of feelings and a prisoner in this electrical cage.

DOAR CHIBRITURI.

De unde va luati cutii de chibrituri cu extraterestrii?

.....gri si inspaimantatoare...subtiri si putine.. De ce se mai fabrica chibrituri???

The night will last forever

Well, not every day got to be stupid...

I love long mornings when I can still feel the sweet taste of a deep sleep...and the night will be forgotten..like every other little thing in this world.. Sometimes I wonder about oblivion. It is no more than obvious that is natural. But does it matter? Does it matter if we forget?Once we had lived it truly, madly, deeply, as they say?! Why should I remember it, since I sincerely had it more than imaginably?

cRuXiFiX.

THERE IS NO JESUS OF SUBURBIA

Messenger proof of love!!!!!!!!

Busters! Yeah..I miss you..Actually I will be on the net tonight..I miss you and I want to talk to you... We would have had a great conversation on the net..I'd say hello, you say hello..and once at every five minutes I will reply to your messages..Yeah, well you see in the same time I am having great conversation with 8 other people in my list of messenger, and well..I miss them too.But you know what? So that you won't get bored during the 3-4 hours we will talk on the net, waiting for five minutes for every answer of mine, you could also have an interesting occupation, not just sitting there with your eyes on the screen waiting for me to write you, ok? Yeah. But, you know I miss you a lot, don't you??? And..uff.....I almost forgot..at the end..I could just sign out without saying bye, so that to make everything exciting and interesting?! Naive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Brussels, Bucharest, Muenster

Colours. Air. Faces..

I love with the brain of a child, but my feelings just play pretending more than I thought. It's been a long time since i took my mind off it...but now i miss it.

Sometimes, most of the times the best of things are hidden, stopped in the back of our minds. Last night i realised how much i miss it. Still, time and distance don't give second chances, for second chances are just the illusions of naive people that a feeling could be lived over and over again. However, it is by far no reason to make an ally out of time.

Sometimes....the world is smaller than it seems to be...

une journee et 7 heures.