By all means, thy Reader, when you shelter thy glance upon my humble writings, do keep in mind that this blog centers upon ideas, questions and meditations. It is also a personal gallery of paintings and photos.

July 30, 2012

One little green chair

Those who are dead, are not dead
They’re just living in my head.
                                                                “42”- Coldplay

I saw two chairs yesterday. Two parched, brown and old fashioned chairs. They were left outside a bistro. And just for a brisk moment I had the feeling of using the time machine. And going back in the past.
My grandparents’ courtyard. My grandpa and I are sitting on the porch, waiting for grandma to come to lunch. It is summer and the weather is terribly hot. Which is why grandpa decides to go in the house after lunch. I am invited, too. But I have to refuse, no matter how nice and chilly the bedroom is. I ought to stay outside. Grandma never sleeps around noon, and moreover I must inspect the fruit trees and see if I find another colorful dragonfly in the vineyard.
Grandma was amused. She saw me going to the poultry yard to check if the poultry laid eggs.
Grandpa’s chair was outside, in the sun. I looked at it while I was sitting under the pear tree. Once green, now the chair had an indefinite color. It was small and old and I never knew why grandpa kept it.
Now I do.

July 27, 2012

A scent of self-consciousness

Today I read an interview. Regardless of the identity of the public persona, I could not understand how the woman telling the story of her life (a very sad one, actually) did not go out of her mind when reading the draft of the interview. She recollected how she had given up work and settled for being just a housewife, how she spent all of her life alone, while her husband was away, working, and her children busy with ignoring her.
In a nutshell, it was the saddest story I have ever read, and I do have a good knowledge in this subject. What puzzled me the most was that she did not question her existence, no matter how frightened she was of financial instability and being alone (besides her marital status, she was actually alone).
And even though she could not realize it in the past, when she read the interview, was she not horrified? Was not she sad and embittered that she lived her life without being loved, cherished, respected and cared for? And so I remembered what a genius Plato was for writing the Allegory of the Cave.
A few days ago I was talking with one of my friends about the few models of womanhood we had had as little girls. I had an aunt that was very stylish, but the thing about her was her scent. I remember when she came to visit (and my sister and I were very happy to share our room with her) and everything she touched would smell like her. It was a mix of chamomile and nicotiana alata on a summer night. She did not have to say anything as she was enchanting everybody with her scent. She used to laugh differently and initiate different kind of conversations. But most of all, I cherish her and her memory as she was the one that introduced me to the novels of Vlad Musatescu.
I have rarely seen women paying attention to themselves, their lives and their needs, women that could be proud of the way they lived their lives, women that dared to smile, women that were able to look at a calendar and not divide the calendar year into periods for doing the holiday cleaning and cooking. I hate it when Romanian women choose how to understand getting ready for holidays. They engage themselves in a “general cleaning”, as they call it, and in cooking more than everybody can eat. And they stop at that, rightfully tired.
And thus, I cannot see this interview but an important “do pay attention”. Maybe instead of religious icons Romanian women insist on putting in their houses, they should frame this interview. And keep it as a token of self-esteem.

July 25, 2012


I am standing here.
And unabridged
you want your letters
to be heard.
I’m saying: That’s a lovely dress,
but loose those wrinkles in your hear.

I might have been
mistaken, unaware.
And then again,
I must collect no flaws.
By darling, you must mean novette.
I know that now and I accept.

Correct illusions. Don’t suggest!
Repel and scream and disconnect.

July 13, 2012

Beautiful mind

1. Mind your fears.
Mind your projection on others.
But most of all, mind yourself.
2. Thought comes to mind like waves to a shore. Mind the tide!
3. When out of one’s mind, one must be careful to find an adequate receptacle.
4. To give you a piece of my mind would mean to actually tell you the truth about something that you cannot handle. But then again, I’d mind you not minding.
5. Make up your mind. Don’t make up excuses!
6. To have a creative mind is to remind others what they already know.

July 5, 2012


This property is patrolled and guarded by Cats.

July 1, 2012


I remember the first time I saw some pictures of the Suleymaniye Mosque and of the Blue Mosque. I was in high school. And the pictures had impressed me so much that I have not been able to stop dreaming about visiting Istanbul. Until now, when I finally visited it. It was worth waiting.
The Turks are nice people and they surely are the best merchants. Also, the Turkish food is probably the best food in the world. There are beautiful stores with nice merchandise, and from my point of view, they are far more interesting than the Grand Bazaar. Everywhere around there are kebabs and sweets shops. The offer is magnificent. And delicious.
When in Istanbul, you most go to Galatasaray neighborhood for some drinks. It is the most high-spirited area I have ever seen. Also, there was a match between Besiktas and Fenerbahce. And after the game was over and Besiktas won, its supporters went out the streets and carried most proudly its flag. The cars were speeding on the avenues and someone would come out of the window and stream the flag screaming who knows what in Turkish. They were not violent, as I would have expected from the sports news I have seen in the past. They were just happy that their team won and they were expressing that wonderful joy. Waiters would also come at the table and cherish their joy with the diners. It was a wonderful experience of people united in joy.
                                                                           Hagia Sophia

Street art

Dolmabache Palace


Galatasaray Tower

Kingdom of cats

Stove tile

Nice restaurants

The Blue Mosque

Hagia Sophia seen from the Blue Mosque

Suleymaniye Mosque

Galatasaray Neighborhood

Galatasaray Tower by night