Tuesday, 1 December 2009

Lazy way of thinking

If i'm still fighting, the battle is not over yet.

Friday, 20 November 2009

Phasing out

Why we are here? Until when? Is this a trip who last only a moment, one second light in the darkness, one blink of the eye? Where is the beauty, if not in the eye of beholder? Questions without answers. Answers without questions.

Who are you?
What are you?
Do you live here?
Do you live?
Do you?

Friday, 30 October 2009

Quote of the day

Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love.
Albert Einstein

Tuesday, 27 October 2009

I always remember...

...the day when i meet her once more. It was strange. And funny.
1 mile away it was a concert, i don't remember now who was singing on that beach. The sand was moved in curious shapes only by the wind, and the sea was blue. And quiet. The sun was just a pale light, at the far end of the world. Few moments until he vanished in the water.

And she started to dance. But in those moments, she was not a girl dancing, she was the Dance himself. Her moves, and if i looked far away, i was just seeing the light gattering and glimmering near her. She was dancing in large circles, and each move of her hand was something so intense, like an act of will, capable to make or to destroy worlds made from dream and imagination.

It was the first and last time when i have seen the Dance of Seven Veils.

And i still remember, like a whisper...

"First for the earth...."

Looked like a tribal dance for me, who bring my memories of a far Africa.

"Two for the water..."

And i never has seen such passion and fascination in any dance.

"Three for the fire..."

And everything around as was covered by flames.

"Four for the air..."

And the wind was around us, teasing.

"Five for the void..."

And she stopped, but all the nature near us was still dancing.

"Six for the wisdom..."

And i really could feel the shockwaves of pure white "something" .

"Seven for the soul. "

And, for a second, i was just her, and she was me. I can't really explain what happen. I forgot to tell that, with every count, some of her clothes was dropped. And after she said "seven..", she just stop, and my mind too. The most beautiful women was in front of me, perfect from any point of view.

"If is not possible to meet you in this life, see you in next one!" she said, and gave me an innocent smile.

After that the wind blur my vision, and she just disapear. Even now, after 7 years, i still thinking sometimes at that day, and i wish i could say: "Maybe it was just a dream."

Two soft hands cover my eyes, and a familiar voice whisper me:

It's her voice.

Tuesday, 20 October 2009

Pellinor Books

One for the singer, hidden in sunlight,
two is the seeker, fleeing from shadows
three is the journey, taken in danger
four are the riddles, answered in Treesong:
earth, fire, water, air
spells you OUT!

A fascinating univers from 4000 years ago, from the time when magic still was alive.

This is first of the 4 books of Pellinor. Try it!

Friday, 16 October 2009

Modern wife way of thinking

The efficiency expert concluded his lecture with a note of caution. "You don't want to try these techniques at home."

"Why not?" asked someone from the back of the audience.

"I watched my wife's routine at breakfast for years," the expert explained, "She made lots of trips to the refrigerator, stove, table and cabinets, often carrying just a single item at a time. 'Hon,' I suggested, 'Why don't you try carrying several things at once?'"

The voice from the back asked, "Did it save time?"

The expert replied, "Actually, yes. It used to take her 20 minutes to get breakfast ready. Now I do it in seven."

Wednesday, 7 October 2009

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I was just looking in her deep blue eyes. Late, after that, i just noticed what was so strange. Not her eyes, not her blonde long hair, not even her perfect body. I just released the focus of my view, when i've seen her beautiful colours. It was a intense blood red with short explosions of blue and magenta. I was just thinking: What are you?
In that moment, she start smiling and said to me:
- I'm a witch.
I was smiling too.
- If you are a witch, then i'm a wizard.
- Come on! You look more like a russian warlock.
- Oh, sorry! I'm so rude. I am Gabriel, one of the last Cloudwalkers. And i'm from Maramures, Romania.
- Trish, wicca aprendice. Maramures you said? Is better than Transilvania. I don't like to see vampires.
-Vampires, there is not such a thing. Is only some fiction in Bram Stoker style.
-There are not vampires like we used to think they are. But you know this very well. I've seen you few time ago. Gathering the force of life from earth and even from tree.
-Lets not talk about this, allright?
-Sure, i have no problem with this.
-Can i offer you a drink, Trish?
-Of course, let's go!

They was chatting along, drinking tea after tea. It was something so familiar, so good, even if they talk about weather, women, men and other not so boring subjects. Two magic hours.

- I must go now, she said.
- I must go too.
- Bye. If you want to meet again, come to the second solstice, at Stonehege.
- May be i will.

She left, after she turn her head only for a moment, and was looking one more time at him. What i can say? Two different wolds colliding, or maybe only one, the same? No one will know.


-Hello, Peter!
-I'm not Peter.
-You're not? But you look like a Peter. You know anything about Peter Petrelli?
-Yes. I watch Heroes too.
-You are like him. You are care asisstent. You hide some deep secret. I can feel it.
-Ok, Mary, i admit, i'm a mind-reader.
-Oh, only that?
-And i can heal, but not so much.
-Damned, i expected more form you.
-That's it. Sorry!


...To everybody. This could be a new beginning. This is my story. This...

...Could be your story. Soon!