tambourine

   I can't wait for my time off thow it's a little late and it's almost autumn. I really can't say that i regret having worked all summer because i'm doing something i like.   So, two days from now i'm going to be in one of my favourite places, doing simple yet very relaxing things. The fact is that, although i couldn't imagine not living in the big city,  i'm very found of raw places where civilisation hasn't shown it's ugly part just yet.   I'm so looking forward to seeing all those pure colours that in bucharest seem to have faded. I wanted to mark this moment maybe because i wold like to be able to do this more often and not only on

It’s morning. It’s the beginning of another autumn-winter day drowned in routine. And suddenly, as you try to wake up and get into a better mood, the radio starts to play an old song that reminds you of  a million things. Of summer, of the time that has passed, of some of  the memories, the good memories, the beautiful memories that you have! Of a place or a person, or of a certain moment when you felt happy.  Of that second when you didn’t need anything else. Because you were sitting on the beach, it was morning, you just got out of your tent, and the sun was still soft.  The sea water was worm, waiting, you were there with

        It’s human nature, I guess, to think of things that you would like to happen. Calculating odds, dreaming, trying to imagine sensations and thoughts that you would feel at some point... Imagine how your reality would look like if something that stays locked up in your mind came true! Just like that! In a moment, in a second, that thought that kept you awake all those nights became part of reality! Not as intense, not identical to your fantasy maybe not so perfect...           Although it rarely happens for a dream to come true... And many would say that’s sad. Not true! I believe that the imagination has the ability t