nothing quite

nothing quite so mine as her

nothing quite so powerful as her
nothing quite so sad as her
nothing quite so lonely as her
nothing quite so hopeless as her
nothing quite so full of life as her

favorite past-time

burying my head in the sand

a night's play

musee grevin

montmartre

une petite rue dont je ne me souviens pas le nom

au lapin agile
art sur les murs
simplement des toits
le carousel du montmartre
sacre coeur
sacre coeur - detail

looked like a fairytale to me. everything was blurry, i could only remember the feeling. thanks god for the camera, it gave me what i needed - something tangible to match my heartbeats.

Szomoru vasarnap

Szomorú vasárnap száz fehér virággal


Billie Holiday - Gloomy sunday
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what in life doesn't hurt

Le pere Noel a les yeux bleus

the obsession

As far as this one is concerned...it's still not exactly how i want it to be. but i love it nonetheless.

part 3

This one is dated October 2006. Huggable little fellow :D

part 2

still playing:D and loving every second of it :D
that's april 2006. yup, my obsession with petals goes a long way back :P

play mode resumed

I've got some free time, so i came back to one of the things i love - playing with images. I will probably (hopefully) be posting some of the things i like here, during the next days / weeks / who knows.
Here's one of them:



Taken quite some time ago, in 2007, in a place i love - Vama Veche. When it's not full of tourists, that is :P

through the glass

i'm on the outside, looking in. i cannot touch but through this glass, i cannot smell but in my mind. i cannot feel your salt lingering on my lips but in my dreams.

repair.dismantle.repair.resume

Hands, like secrets, are the hardest thing to keep from you
Lines and phrases, like knives, your words can cut me through
Dismantle me down (repair)
You dismantle me

arta de a cadea

arta de a cadea e singura arta pentru care m-am simtit mereu pregatita.

cad asa cum stiu sa o faca doar petalele. usor, lasandu-ma in voia vantului. el si numai el stie unde vreau sa ajung, si ma poarta acolo, incet dar sigur. platesc bilet si platesc si amenda. platesc orice. pentru ca merita. cad pe pleoape si pe nari, cad pe buze si pe barbie, cad pe umeri si cad pe buricele degetelor, cad pe tristeti si pe regrete, cad pe nebunia de a risca totul pe o carte si pe fericirea de a pierde. iar uneori cad zambind, pentru ca stiu ca voi ramane o vesnicie acolo.

morning shadows

For the dark finds ways of being

Engraved in the light

afara

cand se rup lanturile si se darama zidurile, cand dispar constrangerile si se topesc durerile, atunci vezi cerul. atunci vezi orizontul. atunci poti fugi. atunci poti zbura.

this could be heaven

so i'm back.
pentru ca mi-e dor sa ma simt plina de liniste si soare.

Strongest Man

I was quite lazy (to be read busy as hell) lately, so my blog was a bit left aside. Well, I'm back, with impressions from a contest that took place in Constanta about a week ago. "Strongest Man" was its name, and it was... fun. When it was not scarry. Anyway, better than staying at home to translate stuff :D

The constestants:

The prizes:

The public:

she

I can't wait for tomorrow. I can't wait to meet her again. That's why I keep bringing back memories of the times we've had. Memories I'm willing to share.

I love it that you're always alone with her. No matter how many are trying to steal her, she's always yours.