Outside ecsatic, mad, golden love

Right before leaving my hometown I downloaded all the albums I could find from TV on the Radio. After a sleepless night I finally got on the train that would take me to Bucharest. I started listening to an album called Nine Types of Light. The second song was Keep your heart.   My dear…

Video Games

I’ve been thinking of myself lately as being Dan Humphrey and occasionally Blair Waldorf, without her impeccable taste and without her obsession for control. I feel strangely and strongly close to all these rich and beautifully damned people. I haven’t finished the series yet but I think it has little to do with fairy tales…

Spreading freedom on my toast

  It used to be summer. I used to walk back home. I used to be in love with this big city like you’re in love with a stranger. You see him two or three times and you don’t know anything about him. You start asking around, you get different answers. But you know better….

And in my mind when I’m old I am beautiful

I’ve had this amazing interview and I feel like crying, but that kind of angelic bursting out in tears, the most honest of them all. It’s the same feeling I get when I read Camus.I think he never felt too scared to cry his hear out. I can’t talk or write , I just want…

A heart full of bells rings in your moves

Everyday I witness a strange confrontation between myself and someone I can hardly relate to. They fight, nobody wins, and they recklessly leave my body like an emptied and despised battleground.   I had trouble wearing this dress, even though I was the one to buy it years ago. It reminds me of Fellini’s women…

Oh, come child

I remember hiding under my bed. It was dusty and I couldn’t move. I would breathe slowly and try to look for forgotten objects there. I used to have crystal clear eyes. Now my sight is divided between myself, someone I wish to be and someone I try to leave behind. I used to listen…

I cry “glitter is love!”

this is the rapture, he said, and put on some more make up , the glitter and the glory, fishnet stockings and red lipstick, sinful kneeling and saliva, our father has been long fallen, feathers spread through the bedroom, his eyes, his knees bent forever, touching forever those tall and skinny boys, bones and tears…

Dance anthem of the 80’s

I would wear this outfit to the library. This is not a party outfit. I don’t go to parties and anyways…there’s no party I would go to in this forgotten city. I asked my father if he stared in the same rude manner at a person being photographed on the street. He said no. He…

A Clockwork Orange

”But I had this sudden very strong idea that if I walked into the room next to this room where the fire was burning away and my hot dinner laid on the table, there I should find what I really wanted, and now it all tied up, that picture scissored out of the gazetta and…

Summer’s just begun

I’m 22. It’s the summer of 2012. I am sweaty and somehow happy with myself. I look in the mirror or browse through old photographs and I don’t want to turn away from them. Actually I never really had this impulse. I would never miss a mirror while walking on the streets, I would desperately…

America

Pretty boy, weird boy. I think New York is the most beautiful city in the world. I realized today that I would happily trade Manhattan for Brooklyn. They were together, they were over 40 and looking great and their smiles weren’t crooked. They weren’t planning any plastic surgery, they were just casually playing with a…