31 July 2015

o saptamana

cand ai doar o saptamana, incepi sa te intrebi daca-i mult sau putin sau e relativ sau e constant sau nu conteaza sau variaza sau vibreaza si cauzeaza diverse stari de anxietate si euforie
nu stiu

28 July 2015

mare юбире

multa lume la Versailles
nu mai vreau sa fiu turist
gata, hai acasa
la buiucani e liniste
pacat ca-i asa de cald

19 July 2015


How To Meditate

-lights out-
fall, hands a-clasped, into instantaneous
ecstasy like a shot of heroin or morphine,
the gland inside of my brain discharging
the good glad fluid (Holy Fluid) as
i hap-down and hold all my body parts
down to a deadstop trance-Healing
all my sicknesses-erasing all-not
even the shred of a ‘I-hope-you’ or a
Loony Balloon left in it, but the mind
blank, serene, thoughtless. When a thought
comes a-springing from afar with its held-
forth figure of image, you spoof it out,
you spuff it off, you fake it, and
it fades, and thought never comes-and
with joy you realize for the first time
‘thinking’s just like not thinking-
So I don’t have to think

Jack Kerouac


pregatesti pasaportul
we ride

17 July 2015

last day of the rest of your life

azi e ultima zi
sampanie dis-de-dimineata :)

— Мальчик, почему куришь в школе? Какой класс???
 — Буржуазия.

15 July 2015


we are all, regardless of race, genetically 99.9% the same

14 July 2015

hooray for cris's (happy) years!

ura! am un pic de auz muzical
sau un pic de memorie
in fine
am stiut sa recunosc vocea asta
de aici
i'm good at something
pot sa ies la balcon linistita

(bu bu jor)

nu-s picioare - nu-s bomboane
nu-s oameni - nu-s probleme
nu-s probleme - n-are sens
nu-s bomboane - the end

wanted, dead or alive

a cazut Bastilia
s-a ridicat Bastilia
noi am ramas impasibili si ne-am uitat cum Фрэнк bea виски
— Фрэнк, вы бегаете по утрам?
— Нет.
— А почему, ведь это очень полезно?!
— Может быть, но у меня лёд из виски вываливается.

12 July 2015

The Sun and the Cave

One day the sun and a cave struck up a conversation. The sun had trouble understanding what “dark” and “dank” meant and the cave didn’t quite get the hang of “light and clear” so they decided to change places. The cave went up to the sun and said, “Ah, I see, this is beyond wonderful. Now come down and see where I have been living.” The sun went down to the cave and said, “Gee, I don’t see any difference.”

07 July 2015

The Sound of One Hand

The master of Kennin temple was Mokurai, Silent Thunder. He had a little protege named Toyo who was only twelve years old. Toyo saw the older disciples visit the master's room each morning and evening to receive instruction in sanzen or personal guidance in which they were given koans to stop mind-wandering.

Toyo wished to do sanzen also.

"Wait a while," said Mokurai. "You are too young."

But the child insisted, so the teacher finally consented.

In the evening little Toyo went at the proper time to the threshold of Mokurai's sanzen room. He struck the gong to announce his presence, bowed respectfully three times outside the door, and went to sit before the master in respectful silence.

"You can hear the sound of two hands when they clap together," said Mokurai. "Now show me the sound of one hand."

Toyo bowed and went to his room to consider this problem. From his window he could hear the music of the geishas. "Ah, I have it!" he proclaimed.

The next evening, when his teacher asked him to illustrate the sound of one hand, Toyo began to play the music of the geishas.

"No, no," said Mokurai. "That will never do. That is not the sound of one hand. You've not got it at all."

Thinking that such music might interrupt, Toyo moved his abode to a quiet place. He meditated again. "What can the sound of one hand be?" He happened to hear some water dripping. "I have it,"imagined Toyo.

When he next appeared before his teacher, Toyo imitated dripping water.

"What is that?" asked Mokurai. "That is the sound of dripping water, but not the sound of one hand. Try again."

In vain Toyo meditated to hear the sound of one hand. He heard the sighing of the wind. But the sound was rejected.

He heard the cry of an owl. This also was refused.

The sound of one hand was not the locusts.

For more than ten times Toyo visited Mokurai with different sounds. All were wrong. For almost a year he pondered what the sound of one hand might be.

At last little Toyo entered true meditation and transcended all sounds. "I could collect no more," he explained later, "so I reached the soundless sound."

Toyo had realized the sound of one hand.

ps. new age, baby

06 July 2015

sounds like Bonobo on steroids


(fact 1)

took me 32 years to know what a "cis" is and that o am it, cool!

it's when who you think you are, who you are for real and who you want to be are the actual you, as redards to gender  :)

nice and easy, ce fine ar fi sa le fie tuturor atat de usor

acuma-n alta ordine de idei, cantecel

ps. foarte rafinata ziua asta


mare seceta la Inesti
mare adunare la Chisinau
mare referendum la greci
mare caldura in Europa
mare curcubeu in State
mare stres si mare dor
atat de mare-i totul incat stai mic, intins pe podea, si te prefacti in fluture, incetisor

01 July 2015


cats from Saturn present hugs!

girls from Earth present ()ugs!


1 July. Too tired.
— Franz Kafka, Diaries