În autobuz. Doi bărbați. Unul, privind pe geam la lungile șiruri de blocuri cenușii, îl întreabă pe celalalt cu un aer absent:
- Ești scarabeu?
….
- Ești scarabeu?
…
Deja exasperat de tăcere, țipă:
- Stai la scara B?!
sceneta
2 worlds
oh this had made my day.
Don’t matter if the road is long
Don’t matter if it’s steep
Don’t matter if the page is gone
It’s written that we’ll meet.
I loved you when you opened
like a lily to the heat
and I love you when it closes
a thousand kisses deep.I know you had to lie to me
I know you had to cheat
You learned it on your father’s knee
and at your mother’s feet.
But did you have to fight your way
across the burning street
where all our vital interests lay
a thousand kisses deep…
just listen:
PS for a better video version, click here.
prima zi de toamna
dupa ce am ascultat o noapte intreaga cum se zbate ploaia pe stresinile orasului, in zori m-am ridicat si, asezata in fata ferestrei ca un imens ecran, am privit cum toamna se instaleaza pe strazi, patrunde in porii zidurilor, altereaza culorile…
si cum furtunile, ninsoarea si alte ravagii meteorologice asemanatoare imi declanseaza uneori un soi de instinct de cuibarit, o dorinta compulsiva de a pune muraturi si de a deretica, impulsuri care la mine sunt la fel de rare ca pinguinii in Sahara, m-am pus pe gatit. bruschete cu mozarella, supa (taitei cu supa, pentru a fi mai precisi), pui fraged cu E-ur.. aa, cu verdeata (noroc cu Punga magica), clatite cu finetti (ma rog, un aluat gros si unsuros manjit din plin cu finetti si cu pastile de Redigest). toate astea le-am testat pe un cobai de la sud de dunare si, dupa privirea lui multumita si degetul infipt in borcanul de finetti, as zice ca au fost mancabile. la ora la care redactez acest post, cobaiul nu da, inca, semne de indigestie.
dupa atata treaba in casa, a trebuit sa compensez cu ceva artsy. asa ca m-am dus in parc unde, de la atata ploaie, aparusera pe acolo prin iarba niste lucruri interesante, pe care vi le arat mai jos.
este vorba de o expozitie in aer liber, numita Spatiu Expandat, despre care, daca vreti neaparat, puteti gasi detalii aici.
lucrarile care mi-au placut cel mai mult sunt Epurare, de Judit Balko, si Nomazii Gri, de Mihai Balko, fiecare cu o poveste interesanta.
Epurare, Judit Balko
Incercarea de a sterge identitati, diferente, vieti, lasa intotdeauna urme.
Nomazii Gri, de Mihai Balko
Nomazii gri migreaza de la sat la oras in perioada comunista si, in cartierele cenusii ale oraselor mutilate de demolari, incearca sa recreeze spatiul din care au plecat. dupa Revolutie, vine si miscarea de reflux, cand, alungati de neajunsuri, se vor indrepta inapoi spre sate.
acum e deja seara, nu mai am ceai in pahar, asa ca povestea cam burgheza de azi se va sfarsi aici.
bookstruck (noaptea bibliotecilor)
might not sound that hot but it kinda was.
everything started on a street in Lipscani. we’d been eating and drinking and trying to convince one another of personal truths we held dear. (actually we fought over who’s right or wrong liking a famous mime for more than an hour.)
exhausted of all that talk (and the fact that Bogdan just won’t admit to evidence) we were about to go home when we found out that the Romanian version of Die Nacht der Bibliotheken was about to begin. so, we decided to visit the National Library on our way home.
it was quite as I had known it. a sad mixture of sunken glory and the undead luster of the communist era.
not much to see either, probably a guided tour would have helped. yet quite cool for the kids who were being taught how to make origami.
next stop, the Central University Library (BCU). we started in the Royal Foundation Wing and, if it were for me, I’d still be there gaping at the walls ladded with books and sheer awesomeness.
crooked picture. I was bookstruck.
we went from one chamber to the next under the gaze of kings and queens peering from renovated paintings and we ended up in the library’s main hall, where students come to prostrate themselves on the eve of exams.
starry eyed, we hurried towards the Metropolitan Library. we were quite familiar with what it looked like on the inside so we only stopped for a few minutes
long enough to go up and down the stairs and we left towards what would be our final destination, the French Institute.
once there we are in for a surprise. a new Treasure Hunt!!
while Ioana is rummaging the shelves looking for the books promised by the Treasure Hunt, I’m trying to take a steady photo of Faustine Vega and Marius Manole who are reading from a book by Eric Emmanuel Schmitt. (actually I’m trying to snap a picture of Le Marius, but plants keep getting in my way and the zoom doesn’t quite work for some reason). in the end, the picture’s taken,
we each grab a book or CD from the shelves and, with that content smile of bookworms who’ve just nibbled on some juicy yellow pages of good old books, we head home.
disturbing
I’m standing on the sidewalk waiting for a pack of crazy soccer fans to make their way towards the arena, surrounded by police forces and rotating lights, while mum is thoroughly updating me on the latest transfers in the national championship. :|
vanatoarea de comori
Humanitas impreuna cu Julien Trambouze au organizat un quest literar. (mai multe, aici)
asa ca azi am vanat comori prin Bucuresti!!!
vineri, Ioana ma cooptase in echipa Ghindelor. probabil ca daca ar fi stiut ca rezistenta mea fizica e cea a unei bibliotecare astmatice s-ar fi gandit de doua ori: D.
dar sa va spun povestea.
