On the way to the mountains


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and so they were lost...


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Hmm...apparently im back...:P..i even forgot the codes for lj-cuts, photos and links.

Fire show in Laptarie, on a beautiful saturday night, may 24.


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Visit this
http://www.teodormoraru.ro

His name is Teodor Moraru, he is an amazing romanian painter

Being "rational", "objective" feels so hypocritical and absurd these days. Following patterns and using receipes, sequence and regularity, acting THEN explaining should be forbidden. Its so easy to undress a word off its wardrobe of senses and symbols, kinda like repeating "repeat" untill you feel with your tongue that all order is apparent, non- ( Read more... )

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The Al-Sirat hides behind a wardrobe of eunuchs. Go figure.

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The secret society of cleaning ladies. Its not the secretaries, its not the nurses, its the cleaning ladies that rule the masons, the mob, the country. The president is under their broom. When THEY're pissed off, you'd better empty your own trash bin, look down humbly and find some dog poo to take out. They know more about you than you'd agree with ( Read more... )

The subway's got the heat, the beat, and the time held prisoner and it reminds me of a hungarian photographer, Iosif Kiraly. At the end of late work days, after too much coffee, the memories of the morning trip by train mix with memories of the evening before and, (besides wondering what was that horse doing there?!), i can see the same space on ( Read more... )

How often does a man sit quietly in the tram, on the way home, reading a story about his approaching death? How fast does that tram spin him and on how many sides will it turn, until it will perfectly fit the sluggish time left to pass? Im thinking about that man with a rebel watch, who's imminent dissapearence made him whisper the prettiest line ( Read more... )