I am very fond of a coffee shop where I go almost every week, after work or on weekends.
I would indulge there in a hot coffee, whilst lying back and reading a magazine or looking at the paintings
I planned to pay a visit to the museum of technology, located near a park entrance among century-old trees.
I thought that it would be nice to draw some parallels between technics and nature, then
J’allais parfois, pendant mes vacances, au village de mes aïeux au nord de la Moldavie histoire de passer quelques jours loin de la vie quotidienne.
Je ne manquais aucune occasion de visiter le
Всё это произошло несколько лет назад в Бухаресте. Наступало лето и асфальт плавился от жары. Терассы были заполнены людьми одетыми в разноцветную одежду. Они разговаривали громко, смеялись и вертели
I was just discharged from the army. It's the first day when I can wear civilian clothes. It is February 1989.
It's time to take a walk downtown. I want to pay a visit to a nice bookstore, Mihai
Have you seen the wheat crops when summer is at its height?
Have you noticed the colour of the spikes turning from yellow to brass.
Figure two puddles of water on both sides of a haystack and a
Comana is a village not far from Bucharest. I visited it long time ago, on a hot summer day. There are some interesting places to see.
The forest of Comana was pounded by shells during the World War
I spend all my time in one place. I need to stretch my legs but it is impossible. My eyes are always focused in front of me. I cannot go on holidays.
I am not an office employee, you are mistaken.
I am in a quest for a place
where time doesn’t go by
on horseback, armed with a spear
and a helmet on my head
searching for the place where
time doesn’t fly.
I saw two young people playing
The mower showed up in front of the new building on time.
There was a modern facility specially designed to shelter disabled people stuck on wheelchairs, built in one of those villages surrounding
On the street leading to the Patriarchy there are bookstores selling bibles and prayer booklets on display in the windows.
I am still a young boy eager to attend the Sunday Mass. On my way I pass by
I lost my way in this big town. It’s misty and almost night.
I left behind the blocks and walked down a street bordered by two-storied houses, split in the middle by a tram railway. I slow down my
-Do you know the guy who speaks three or four languages and begs around hotels and restaurants in downtown Bucharest ?
You can see him wandering, peeping at you and weighing whether or not to accost
The ragged felt doll, hanged on a decrepit wall of the storeroom, kept some of its colors despite the passing time. The green of its jacket was almost worn out, but the red of its buttons and the
Je me suis réveillé seul, la fille avait disparu avant l’aube. A côté du lit, sur le plateau, des gouttes de thé noir tachetaient la serviette blanche. J’ai souri. La nuit avait pleuré pour elle, la
Her fingers are gently touching
the keys of the old piano
the world starts turning again
shadows of unseen birds fly
on the yellow walls
the wind is blowing the sheets hanged to dry
until the
A father saw his children leaving the house one by one, as they were growing up. The house emptied and the old man started to miss his children that he so much loved. His only wish was to see them
I entered the park alone,
nobody seemed to walk along the paths
on a bench near the entrance I saw a girl looking at me
the wind was sweeping leaves and flowers
mad twisters were dancing through
Shooting stars
Please don’t go to sleep tonight.
Come into the garden to stare at the sky. Come out on barefoot to be at one with the nature. Put on my shirt and step on herbs to squeeze their
Once upon a time there was an orange which fell in love with a kiwi. The kiwi was a nice long haired fellow full of colors. The orange wanted to make love with the kiwi and started to strip off. The
One may think that there is not much to be said about an ant.
There are dog lovers, cat lovers, fish lovers. In the pets\' world there is not much room left for an ant.
They look so odd that
One day I was feeling like trying an old traditional Romanian pie. I haven’t tasted it for years, so I happily entered the first restaurant. The waiter popped up from behind a door.
Do you have
Le vieux mendiant à la barbe blanche aperçut la petite fille blottie sous le rebord d’une fenêtre de l’autre coté de la rue.
Le sang lui monta aux joues. Qu’est-ce que tu fais là ? cria-t-il.
Sometimes I go retro. On Sundays when the road is clear, I drive my car slowly, as being drawn by a horse, I watch American Graffiti on TV and I read a vintage magazine about furniture in the 50s.
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