City lights

Far from the madding crowd

De-acasa

Another sunset

Simplicity

Happiness

Ingenunchere

Tot toamnei dedicat

Omagiu toamnei

Window to my soul

Prin cuvinte, ca intotdeauna

Harmony

Panorama

Hrana

Night vision

Watchers

Now heading to nowhere

To Hopetown

Closed group

Dor de duca

Eterogen

Lines

Photograph

Aurul toamnei

Blind and deaf

Connected

Contrast

Overwhelming

Nameless

Explosions of colours

The Eye

Solitude

Fun at its best

Dear darling London

Clouds again

Summer's almost gone

Intoxicating sky

Written feelings

Between us there lay only written feelings. Never told, never admitted aloud. As if their sound would make them lose their value. Or maybe I was afraid they'd sound pathetic, once I set them free. And you never tried to make me overcome this fear. I guess you were more frightened than me. Not because they'd surprise you, but because you knew they'd awake no echo in you and your silence would choke me. Moreover, they'd become part of the air, of the sound, of the entire world, not only mine, who have long kept and nourished them with what I had thought it was behind your silence...

Snatch of sunset

The sun rays started dancing with the clouds.

Painted sky

Near dark

 

 Near dark.

Cronica unei caderi neanticipate

Ti-am spus ca eu nu te mai vad doar ca pe un prieten si cum in lumea lui ,,noi'' nu existau cuvintele ,,viitor impreuna'' , am alergat repede, cat mai departe de tine, pentru ca nu voiam sa mai raman fara inca o bucata din mine. Tu m-ai lasat sa fug, sa alerg pana m-am simtit suficient de departe, apoi ai reaparut din senin si mi-ai promis ca tu nu vei smulge niciodata bucata aia din mine. Te-am crezut si am revenit la tine, iar tu m-ai tras, pas cu pas, pe drumul care ducea la acele cuvinte interzise. Am ajuns pana la punctul in care ti-am permis sa intri in cotlonul cel mai intunecat al durerilor mele, locul in care nimeni, niciodata, nu mai fusese. Nu crezusem pana in momentul acela ca poti avea incredere oarba in cineva. Si mi se parea prea frumos sa fie adevarat. Dar a mai urmat o perioada in care mi-ai aratat ca magia era, de fapt, realitate. Realitate pana la marginile careia m-ai purtat si m-ai lasat apoi sa te astept. Si am asteptat. Si am asteptat. Si am asteptat. Pana am innebunit de asteptare si dor si m-am aruncat de pe marginea unde ma lasasei, pentru ca am vazut la fundul prapastiei partea aceea din mine pe care zisesei ca nu o vei lua niciodata si care incepuse deja sa putrezeasca... Ma intreb, de ce m-ai facut sa inaintez pe un drum care se termina intr-o prapastie?

Flocoseste-ma!

Cele 4 stadii ale somnului. Sau cum adoarme o flocosenie.

To the moon and back