My hands are in love,
alas, my mouth loves –
and see, I am suddenly aware
that things are so close to me
I can hardly walk among them
It is a sweet feeling
of waking, of dreaming,
and I am here now, without sleep –
I clearly see the ivory gods,
I take them in my hands and
thrust them, laughing, in the moon
up to their sculpted hilts –
the wheel of an ancient ship, adorned
and spun by sailors.
Jupiter is yellow, Hera
the magnificent shades to silver.
I strike the wheel with my left hand and it moves.
It is a dance of sentiments, my love,
many a goddess of the air, between the two of us.
And I, the sail of my soul
billowed with longing,
look for you everywhere, and things come
crowding my chest, hurting me.
By Nichita Stanescu
From the book “Bas-Relief with Heroes”
english translation by Thomas Carlson and Vasile Poenaru.
“When you are courting a nice girl an hour seems like a second. When you sit on a red-hot cinder a second seems like an hour. That’s relativity.”
“A perfection of means, and confusion of aims, seems to be our main problem.”
“Logic will get you from A to B. Imagination will take you everywhere.”
“If we knew what it was we were doing, it would not be called research, would it?”
“Sometimes the shortest distance between two points is a winding path walked arm in arm.”
“Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity.” Henry Van Dyke
The next time you have a thought… let it go.
Do not worry about avoiding temptation. As you grow older it will avoid you.
A lot of people are afraid of heights. Not me, I’m afraid of widths.
When I was a boy the Dead Sea was only sick.
Predeal is one of my fave place from Romania, it’s a ride about almost four hours from my town. I cannot remember how many times I was there but it could be more than twenty without counting those drives for passing by or through.
Predeal means off-road, sky, honeymoon, highschool, student and job’s union, a long route of events. What’s yours?
The mountains are calling and I must go.
Nature always wears the colors of the spirit.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
We do not see nature with our eyes, but with our understandings and our hearts.
When nature has work to be done, she creates a genius to do it.
Ralph Waldo Emerson