Sometimes

Sometimes, when you're next to a certain person, you feel wonderful - you feel just like there's no weight on your heart, you feel like smiling all the time and have this impression: that the entire world is an enormous room, that was dark and sad and with no colour until that person appeared :)

Writing

This is something I wrote months ago...maybe one year?

Do you think
That you ever
Could take away the sunbeams
From their source?
Take away the bees
From honey,
The notes from the piano
And the leaves from the trees?

Only autumn takes
The leaves from the trees
Wind carries away
Notes of the crying piano
Bees go away, but always return
And the sun wants to give us
The light that will keep us alive.

Sometimes, I write things (like this poem above) without really knowing what I mean by them...just like letting myself carried away by the sound of words....But the result can be interesting, maybe you people should try :)

4 months

Last week I saw the romanian movie that won the Palme d'Or at Cannes; I wanted so much to see it , so I found some time for it; I was a little surprised when I found out that a film from my country had won that prise....but that was a ,,positive" surprise anyway.

There was a fragment from it that impressed me the most and which, I think, contains and explains the meaning better than anything else...The main character (Otilia) running on a dark street, more and more scared, more and more desperate; it seemed like the darkness in that street was the symbol of the darkness of some people's mentality; yes, this is how I see it: the darkness of the mind and of the soul....things that can't change in the blink of an eye. Things that don't even depend on a certain political context or situation, but only on the degree of ,,humanity" in some people...