ianuarie 1, 2011 § Lasă un comentariu
Even if outside is cold and the fog is laying it’s heaviness over the soil I know that somewhere up there is peace and quiet, there is the kingdom of the Cloud Emperor. When I was a child I imagined myself starting a long journey to discover his domain and beautiful palace. I was thinking that I have to be very light the day I will start my ascending. And so I became a big fan of „boules de neige”.
octombrie 8, 2010 § Lasă un comentariu
iulie 4, 2010 § 2 comentarii
Inside my head there is a cloud that embraces my thoughts, my ideas and everything I believe in. Sometimes it doesn’t let me be the only one in control and I start being afraid. It has no name it has no shape therefore I start thinking if „it” really exists up there. Love to drink milk and eat marshmallows, grounded coconut and loads of sugar. Regarding culture, likes home-made soap-operas and 50’s music. Today he discovered that is a big fan of Robert Crumb’s comics (thing that I cannot explain with all my psychoanalytical knowledge). Is an incoherent character that I like more and more each day.
iunie 20, 2010 § Lasă un comentariu
There is a silence where no sound shall be down there where all the things have no name. I feel myself submerging each day into that place and because of that my ears start to shrunken. I feel that my eyes start to dissolve because they have no reason to see anymore. I feel that my whole body is flowing in stripes like milk from a broken bottle. My muscles barely can hold my body therefore I stopped moving. I feel myself like is no more myself. I cannot yell because I have no voice anymore. Imagine being me…
februarie 23, 2010 § 3 comentarii
Sleep is one of my favourite habits. I like to sink into the soft sheets and let the eiderdown take the shape of my body like a very delicate shell. The first few seconds are the most precious ones, when I let myself lingering in this sublime „stasis”. The following moments I feel slowly submerging in a warm lethargy that throws me back in the same dream world I use to saunter the very first moments of my existence, into my mother’s womb.