It’s okay to live a life others don’t understand

I feel like spilling this out, because otherwise it will just crush my chest. I hear very often „you are passionate about everything!”, „your passion shines so bright, it’s blinding!”, „I can’t be as passionate as you are!”, but I also hear „you need to stop at some point, you know”, „I am concerned about … Mai mult It’s okay to live a life others don’t understand

Are we lost?

The wind always has its own way, without asking anyone if it is right. The clouds follow it without questioning its sanity or its will. The Moon that we think is sunken in solitude has its own direction, but it is always followed silently by the sea. The sea, crushed by the Moon’s sadness, soothes … Mai mult Are we lost?

The librarian

Whoever says that my little town is boring knows nothing. From the hospital to the cathedral, towards Amesbury, towards Downton, the background is always enriched with hundreds of pairs of eyes. Glittering eyes, red eyes, marbles surrounded by dark circles, pieces of glass sunken in burning rivers of acid, drops of dark watercolour hidden behind … Mai mult The librarian

Summer rain

The leaves and the rain drops share soft melodic whispers around me, they are inviting me to their storytelling. They cover my eyes and blur my vision, detaching me from reality, only to submerse me even more in their small poems. In the end, these are the secrets of the world; you know you shouldn’t … Mai mult Summer rain


My muscles don’t want to move, my body shuts down and my vessels refuse to give me more blood, my lungs refuse to give me more oxygen. I stop breathing. My sight has no more blood as well, I am looking nowhere, I cannot see. My knees soften, my body is shivering even though I … Mai mult Goodbye


It is so cold that I can feel the ice fragments of my frozen breath sticking on my eyelids. My skin is tight underneath my shirt; my muscles are a storm of contractions and dilatations, a number close to infinite per second. My lenses are focusing and de-focusing, trying to convince my body to search … Mai mult Freedom

Who I am

  I always carry a soft silk bag with me. It cuts my pocket and it gets tangled in it, it scratches my skin subtly, so I will never forget that it is there. What do I hide in it? There’s nothing to hide, I will open it for you: it is filled with shards. … Mai mult Who I am

Valuri sărate

song Azi am prins curajul să poposesc pe pontonul de la malul mării, azi, toamna, când oamenii sunt departe de mare, detestând-o că nu a putut ține vara alături de ea pentru mai mult timp. Apa este liniștită și limpede, pot vedea prin ea prezentul și trecutul a tot ceea ce e aici, dar nu … Mai mult Valuri sărate