Saturday, November 29, 2008
Saturday, November 08, 2008
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Friday, July 18, 2008
Enough (calm)
Inspiration: Ana Blandiana poetry:
Vase with daisies
On a white table
Where I write more free as I am.
Around
Hay scent
That corrupts me to a sleep
Which drips perhaps a word...
Vase with daisies
On a white table
Where I write more free as I am.
Around
Hay scent
That corrupts me to a sleep
Which drips perhaps a word...
Friday, July 11, 2008
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Fierce
I was inspired by the poem "Once the trees had eyes" by Ana Blandiana:
The translation is perfectible...
I am not sure if I am in the topic of the week...
" Once the trees had eyes,
I can swear,
I know for sure
I could see when I was a tree,
I remember I was amazed at the birds' odd wings
Passing in front of me,
But if the birds guessed
My eyes,
I do not remember that.
In vain I am looking for the trees' eyes now,
I may not see them
As I am not a tree anymore,
Or they may have climbed down the roots
Into the ground,
Or maybe,
Who knows,
It was only an illusion
And the trees were blind from the very beginning...
But why then
Whenever I pass close to them
I can feel them
Watching me
In a familiar way,
Why, when rustling and blinking
From their thousands of eyelids,
I feel like shouting -
What have you seen?... "
The translation is perfectible...
I am not sure if I am in the topic of the week...
" Once the trees had eyes,
I can swear,
I know for sure
I could see when I was a tree,
I remember I was amazed at the birds' odd wings
Passing in front of me,
But if the birds guessed
My eyes,
I do not remember that.
In vain I am looking for the trees' eyes now,
I may not see them
As I am not a tree anymore,
Or they may have climbed down the roots
Into the ground,
Or maybe,
Who knows,
It was only an illusion
And the trees were blind from the very beginning...
But why then
Whenever I pass close to them
I can feel them
Watching me
In a familiar way,
Why, when rustling and blinking
From their thousands of eyelids,
I feel like shouting -
What have you seen?... "
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Monday, May 26, 2008
Monday, April 28, 2008
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Fail
The problem I had with the sparrows last week,
was studied by a specialist who advised me
to put many colorful ribbons in the tree in order
to scare them.
The experiment failed. The sparrows continued
to eat the blossoms.
was studied by a specialist who advised me
to put many colorful ribbons in the tree in order
to scare them.
The experiment failed. The sparrows continued
to eat the blossoms.
Saturday, April 05, 2008
Save (my cherry tree)!
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Homage (to the ACTOR)
It is a homage dedicated to all the artists who can help us get back to childhood...
Se dedica Actorului MIHAI MALAIMARE!
Se dedica Actorului MIHAI MALAIMARE!
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Saturday, March 08, 2008
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Friday, February 01, 2008
Monday, January 28, 2008
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Monday, November 12, 2007
Saturday, November 03, 2007
Hats
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Sunday, October 07, 2007
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Friday, September 21, 2007
Friday, September 14, 2007
Friday, September 07, 2007
Friday, August 24, 2007
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Poem
Morning Elegy
But later that morning
I saw you pass the gates with bagfuls of ash
Scattering them as you went as if sowing wheat.
Unable to contain myself, I shouted:
'What are you doing? What are you doing?
It is for you that I snowed over town, all night long,
It is for you that I have blanched all things,
All night long,
If only you knew how difficult it is to snow!'
Last night as I flew into space, you had fallen asleep.
It was dark out there and cold.
I flew all the way to the one place where,
Causing the suns to spin, vacuum snuffs them out,
And, still aching in this corner
To return and snow you over,
I watched, weighed and approved each tiny snowflake,
Saw each one mature, made glisten by my eyes.
Now, feverish, exhausted, sleep will take me
And as I watch you spread the ash of extinct fire
Over my immaculate white work, I smile and tell you:
Snowdrifts higher than these will succeed me
And will cover you with all the white in the world.
So heed this law now:
Gigantic snowdrifts will succeed us
And all your ash will not suffice.
Even the smallest baby will learn to snow
And the white will cover your vain attempts to deny it.
And the Earth will enter the whirl of planets,
A star glistening with snow.
by Ana Blandiana
But later that morning
I saw you pass the gates with bagfuls of ash
Scattering them as you went as if sowing wheat.
Unable to contain myself, I shouted:
'What are you doing? What are you doing?
It is for you that I snowed over town, all night long,
It is for you that I have blanched all things,
All night long,
If only you knew how difficult it is to snow!'
Last night as I flew into space, you had fallen asleep.
It was dark out there and cold.
I flew all the way to the one place where,
Causing the suns to spin, vacuum snuffs them out,
And, still aching in this corner
To return and snow you over,
I watched, weighed and approved each tiny snowflake,
Saw each one mature, made glisten by my eyes.
Now, feverish, exhausted, sleep will take me
And as I watch you spread the ash of extinct fire
Over my immaculate white work, I smile and tell you:
Snowdrifts higher than these will succeed me
And will cover you with all the white in the world.
So heed this law now:
Gigantic snowdrifts will succeed us
And all your ash will not suffice.
Even the smallest baby will learn to snow
And the white will cover your vain attempts to deny it.
And the Earth will enter the whirl of planets,
A star glistening with snow.
Saturday, July 14, 2007
Discovery (front & back views)
HUG A TREE
Here's How:
Find yourself a quiet park, forest, or woodland area.
Walk among the trees until you feel comfortable in their presence.
Feel the different bark textures with the palms of your hands.
Smell the scent of the various woods.
Absorb their life's energies as you look upwards to the sprawling branches overhead.
Find the perfect tree that fits your mood. You will know which one is right for you.
Tips:
You've heard the phrase before, but have you ever taken a moment out of your day to do this? Although some trees, like people, are more huggable than others, they all need a hug now and again.
Here's How:
Find yourself a quiet park, forest, or woodland area.
Walk among the trees until you feel comfortable in their presence.
Feel the different bark textures with the palms of your hands.
Smell the scent of the various woods.
Absorb their life's energies as you look upwards to the sprawling branches overhead.
Find the perfect tree that fits your mood. You will know which one is right for you.
Tips:
Feel free to hug more than one tree if the mood strikes. Besides, other trees might get jealous.
You may like to take home a fallen leaf or nut as a keepsake from your new friend.
Be sure to return each season to visit your tree. And don't be afraid to talk to it as trees are good listeners.
You may like to take home a fallen leaf or nut as a keepsake from your new friend.
Be sure to return each season to visit your tree. And don't be afraid to talk to it as trees are good listeners.
Sunday, July 08, 2007
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Friday, June 22, 2007
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