Brain Food, Chit-chat, digital art, The story of a rider

The story of a rider (PT. 1)

I’ve met you before but I don’t know you. I feel you but I can’t seek you. I remember you though I can’t see you. I hear you even if you’re not talking.

I was one of those party people at night, and a loner at day. A sinner, a dreamer, a lover, a wild soul : that’s all I was, that’s all was left from my mad self. Then the winter came and I felt in a deep sleep, nobody and nothing could wake me up. It was a long and cold winter of my entire life. I didn’t wanted to wake up ever again.

All I could do is : ride.

I am still sleeping, pretending that I have such a great time, pretending. Every Friday night I’m out there, pretending that I have so much fun, lying to myself, fooling myself, letting that cigarette burn as my soul will burn at the gates of Hell. I got this big war in my mind, there’s no peace … It will never be.

As she was telling her story, her cigarette found its end such as her voice.

Brain Food, Chit-chat

Chit-chat : Valentine’s day

Here it comes, that day wanted by a lot of people (especially by ladies)  when everything is all about their actual relationship (or the upcoming) but usually everything is about “her” desire : roses, candy, chocolate, gifts, a romantic date. All of this sounds amazing in a girl’s ear but sometimes it doens’t seem to be that positive for men who would probably prefer a football match with friends than the romantic getaway. Of course not only men belong to this “category”, there are a lot of women : but why would we hate the day we celebrate St. Valentine who it is said that married a pagan to a christian just because they were in love and because of it he was executed on the 14th february ? Theoretical, we have no reason to hate this day, but practical, this feeling is strongly developed in the case of ones without partners.

In curand soseste acea zi asteptata de o sumedenie de persoane (in special de domnite) care consta in relatia actuala (ori viitoarea relatie) a acestora dar  de obicei totul se rezuma la ce vrea “ea” : trandafiri, bomboane, ciocolata, cadouri, o cina romantinca. Totul suna incredibil de frumos in urechile unei fete insa nu neaparat si in cele ale tuturor baietilor care probabil ar prefera vizionarea unui meci de football cu prietenii decat acea escapada romantica. Desigur nici fetele nu sunt excluse din aceasta “categorie” : dar de ce am uri o zi in care il sarbatorim pe Sf. Valentin care se presupune ca ar fi cununat un pagan cu un crestin doar pentru ca erau indragostiti si din aceasta cauza a fost executat pe 14 februarie ? Teoretic, nu avem nici un motiv pentru care sa uram aceasta zi, dar practic, acest sentiment se dezvolta tot mai puternic in cazul persoanelor fara pereche.

Of course on this subject I found an video that I find quite amuzing with top ten tips how to survive this period :

Desigur pe aceasta tema am gasit un video care mi s-a parut amuzant cu top zece sfaturi cum sa supravietuim acestei perioade :

If we followed those ten precious tips, we can go further to : “But if I have no partner, what can I do on the 14th february ?”, well under no circumstances spending it crying or home alone. I usually tend to “spend it” with my friends in our favourite pub. How do you spend the Valentine’s Day ?

Daca am respectat cele zece sfaturi pretioase, putem trece mai departe la : “Dar daca nu am partener, ce pot face in aceasta zi ?” , in nici intr-un caz nu plangand sau “home alone”. Eu de obicei “petrec” aceasta zi minunata cu prietenii in pubul nostru preferat. Voi cum va petreceti ziua indragostitilor ?

I’ll finish the subject with this little movie made by “Small Fry” with beautiful and lovely kids answering to a few questions related to Valentine’s Day :

Voi incheia subiectul cu un mic film realizat de “Small Fry” cu copii draguti si frumosi care au raspuns la cateva intrebari referitoare la ziua indragostitilor :

Brain Food, Chit-chat, digital art

London : I’m in love

Those people in the waiting room, they felt like I did : anxious. Yes, “anxious” is the best word for describing the feeling I had, when your whole body is trembling, when you can feel your heart smiling with all its might. Those faces, they appeared so happy, careless. That enthusiasm ! My mother was nervous, I still can remember that moment before the depart …


To be continued …

Artwork, Brain Food, digital art

Running away, the fragile heart : Snowy sights (part 4)

Today : It was 6 a.m when my clock started ringing in great haste, it was so hard to leave that soft bed. Rising out of my bed I rushed to the window to watch the weather : it was raining. I thought it was snowing, but no, it was a gloomy spring weather. The city seemed to be so “empty”, with no life even if people were everywhere. After a few hours, I was near to a cup of tea, talking, philosophizing with Paula.

Back home I came across this photo which reminds me of a girl who was running away :

And there you are ! So pale, so beautiful, you’re running away from us like a young girl scared of love. There’s always a story to start from, with a girl, with a lovely heart who has been running away since her first crush, sincer her heart told her : “it’s time”.

I know loads of persons, “runners”, they are everywhere. You can spot them so easily, they seem so broken, so fragile, almost frozen.

But then suddenly somebody appears and she simply won’t run away again, she will stay.


Azi : Era ora 6 dimineata cand ceasul a inceput sa sune de zor, a fost atat de greu sa parasesc acel pat moale. Ridicandu-ma din pat am navalit spre fereastra pentru a privi vremea de afara : ploua. Credeam ca va ninge, insa nu, era o vreme mohorata de primavara. Orasul parea atat de “pustiu”, fara viata chiar daca lumea era prezenta pretutindeni. Dupa cateva ore, ma aflam langa o cana de ceai, vorbind, filozofand cu Paula.

Ajunsa acasa am dat de aceasta fotografie care imi aduce aminte de o fata care fugea :

Si iata-te ! Atat de palida, atat de frumoasa, fugi de noi precum o fata tanara speriata de iubire. Intotdeauna exista o poveste, cu o fata, cu o inima minunata care fugea de la prima sa zdrobire, de la momentul in care inima ei a spus : “acum este timpul”.

Cunosc multe persoane, “fugari”, sunt pretutindeni. Atat de usor de recunoscut, par atat de distrusi, atat de fragili, aproape inghetati.

Dar brusc apare cineva iar ea pur si simplu nu va mai fugi, va ramane.