Time runs like crazy. I sleep less. I dream more. Water is colder. Ideas more numerous. Eyes more red. Face more sad. Emotions stronger . like whirls. tears harsher. air is cold cold cold. grin like sarcastic painters.
showers are longer. Water is harsh. Old dreams haunt more. Sour taste in my mouth. I miss things, i condamn my wishes. Blessed be, oh , dear writer! you're my only escape this days.

rootless tree . 'aquatic' kind of view. ;

citizien of another universe, seeing myself as another fish, i claim for my right of having a happy ( read as 'not so ordinary') winter holiday.
ha, i might as well erase that stupid idea. And how i wish i could do it for real, not just on paper or on the desktop.
anyway, the basic idea is that i need someone nice to talk to. See , it's quite important to talk and not just speak.
uh, i'm full of pathetic moods ( as pathetic as Prufrock:))).
skip.

Ok, here I am . in my bedroom, looking for nice music and crying over my keyboard. I am just too sick. Is the firts time i catch a cold this winter, so i feel terribly awfully bad.
And i want some winter evenings full of movies. Btw. tea and biscuits, anyone? ;;) And i also look for someone dreamy-insane enough ( like me :D) to join me in making the most terrific and marvelous pencil clothes for my imaginary theatre of over-absurd-visions and for other stupid-idiotic projects i have in my mind. :D

well, we'll keep in touch . ;)

blue knitwear

bits of bits

friends. old times.
Macacul se intoarce pt cateva saptamani. I'm soo happy , I even dream at least one hour per day about it. I should do some preparations. And since I am not good at cooking or something like that, I'll buy the cakes and then I'll paint something and maybe even craft , since I have one day off ( it's saturday people, i can sleeeeep and happily work on my personal projects)
And soon I'll be drawing again and doing nice stuff, since I opened my mind again. So beware, I'm on the run. ;)

(old photo near. october. first time at home with Gabi and Piru after i came back from England. I guess Anda was there too. )

art of sleep, not science.

well well, adevarul e ca pot sa dorm zile intregi. pot , de fapt sa stau in pat zile intregi, fara sa am vreo problema in a ma izola si a visa , cu ochii inchisi sau deschisi , asha..cam pana cand civilizatia are vreo nevoie imperioasa de prezentza mea.
mda, presimt ca o sa ma cheme toti de pe marte cand incepe sesiunea. btw, asta e undeva prin ianuarie, nu? iar noi suntem undeva prin decembrie, nu? deci . oh , NU!!! wow. mai e putin. :-s:-s:-s
pfff. si stai putin, azi am facut casa aia cu scari care nu duc nicaieri? da? serios? puteam sa jur ca am visat! si azi mi-am taiat degetul cu foarfeca aia care avea aceesi culoare cu puloverul meu! azi, adica ieri, adica recent. ;)

need clementine or something like that. after all. after hours. velvet underground.
si patrick wolf.
si imi mai place o chestie acum. si daca imi place, logic voi abuza de ea. " la mer est calme, sur l'ecran de la camera.....pararam..lala..la"

wilde wilde

Illusion is the first of all pleasures.













and a bit of patrick again. (blush)
i've been singing and dancing all night long.)) all by myself. all in my mind. ;)