Poem To A Horse

Poem To A Horse
Made by Isa M.

Sunday 31 August 2008

Titless :p

Destruction is a form of creation.

Everything we build, we build on the ruins of previous things.
You must first destroy, in order to create.
And that's a fact.

(Under the influence-
Billy Talent- Surrender
Smashing Pumpkins-1979
All American Rejects-It Ends Tonight
Good Charlotte- Young and hopeless
Donnie Darko

Copenhagen 2008.




Not just some random photos, but sweet memories...
Late summmer day spent in Denmark.

Saturday 30 August 2008

Comunismul outside of the box (Suedia 2008)

Cele mai interesante lucruri nu le descopar in carti, ci in oameni. Stiam asta de mult.

Sunt aici, intr o tara straina, sub luminile nordului. Departe de Romania.Seara de seara, port random conversations cu gazdele mele.Si fiecare discutie ma pune pe ganduri...

Seara aceasta, eram cu totii la masa, cand gazda mea a spus, in engleza:´Tonight we talk about Ceausescu!´ Glumea,desigur..Insa dupa cina, am inceput efectiv sa vorbim despre asta. -Trei persoane in jurul unei mese: un suedez, un roman ce a parasit Romania in '89, si eu, studenta romanca. Pe rand, am spus fiecare ce cunoastem, ce am trait, citit sau auzit despre comunism.
Nu stiu daca toate cate s au spus au un fundament real: teorii ale conspiratiei care implicau si Uniunea Sovietica in inlaturarea lui Ceausescu, idei conform carora inainte de anii '80 comunismul era mai putin radical..In orice caz, interesant a fost sa urmaresc impresiile celorlalti, in paralel cu propriile mele impresii.
Cum este posibil ca un popor sa accepte in tacere ignoranta atatia ani, ba mai mult, sa il regrete inca si astazi pe Ceausescu? Cum se poate ca intr o societate cu pretentii moderne, in sec XX, un mosneag terminat ( Ceausescu) sa fie pus la zid si impuscat, without a proper trial ? - intrebari de genul acesta a ridicat suedezul.
Ca romanca, am fost dezamagita de mine insami, dandu mi seama cat de putine stiu si cat de putin m a interesant pana acum. Acum, as vrea sa aflu mai mult. Pana la urma, mai avem inca multe radacini comuniste in noi. Ar trebui sa le cunoastem, ca sa le putem extirpa.

Sunday 24 August 2008


The whitest sand ever seen...and a piece of M! :)
Thanks, Love!

Thursday 21 August 2008

Midnight chill.



I know what I am-
imperfect, still I am too pure for you and anyone.
cold, if you don't raise your hand and feel the flames.
and I do have too many dimensions to enter.




'O God, I am not like you
In your vacuous black,
Stars stuck all over, bright stupid confetti.
Eternity bores me,
I never wanted it.'



"I am a lantern—
My head a moon
Of Japanese paper, my gold beaten skin
Infinitely delicate and infinitely expensive."

Wednesday 20 August 2008

My Coats Of Arms. Florence 2008. Part I


August 2008.

For 4 days we tasted the exquisite Florence, with its narrow streets, crowded "piazza-s" and Renaissance splendours.
And I was not alone. :)
Florence, the old matron, welcomed us with open arms and long queues. But we took our time. And absorbed as much as we could from its wonders.





Here is a concise list of what we touched:


*Piazza del Duomo;
*Duomo S. Maria del Fiore; Battistero; Campanile di Giotto;
*Piazza della Signoria;
*Palazzo Vecchio;
*Galleria degli Uffizi;
*Ponte Vecchio;
*Palazzo Pitti;
*Galleria d'Arte Moderna;
*Museo degli Argenti;
*Museo delle Porcellane;
*Giardino di Boboli;
*Piazza S. Maria Novella;
*Chiesa S. Maria Novella;
*Piazza San Marco;
*Chiesa San Marco;
*Piazza SS. Annunziata;
*Spedale degli Innocenti;
*Chiesa SS. Annunziata;
*Museo Nazionale ( Bargello);
*Castello Bargello;
*Piazza S. Croce;
*Chiesa S. Croce;
*Ponte alle Grazie;
*Piazzale Michelangelo;
*S. Miniato al Monte;
*Tempio Israelitico;
*Chiesa S. Lorenzo;
*Chiesa Orsanmichele;
*Cappelle Medicee;
*Palazzo Medici-Ricardi;
*Fortrezza di Basso.
And I almost forgot to mention McDonald's..:)) (the cheapest place to eat in all Florence..:)) I wonder why..:P )

Tuesday 12 August 2008

Where the Wild Roses Grow..Abetone.

And where the blueberries grow...
And where the raspberries grow...
And where the artificial snow and the genuine snow fall together as one ...
Abetone.


Un mic orasel de munte,in inima Appenninilor Tosco-Emilieni. Nimic rau nu ti se poate intampla in manunchiul acesta de verde. Aici se sting toate filosofiile lumii. Ratiunea pura adoarme, imblanzita de crestele calme. Si somnul ei trezeste in mine instinctul. Sunt oameni si in Abetone.Ii vad-turisti,ca si mine. Citesc, si in ei, ca si in mine, dorinta de salbaticie. Insa nu salbaticia grotesca a marilor orase- gaze de esapament, claxoane, vibratii de metrou...


Sunt cu un 1300 de metri aproape de cer. Sunt cu mult mai aproape de Dumnezeu in Abetone. Acest Dumnezeu care, desi este pretutindeni, se descopera parca mai mult in locuri primitive.


Parasesc Abetone cu sentimentul Paradisului pierdut.


Monday 11 August 2008

Breakfast at Tiffany's.What is love?

Paul Varjak: I love you.
Holly Golightly: So what.
Paul Varjak: So what? So plenty! I love you, you belong to me!
Holly Golightly: [tearfully] No. People don't belong to people.
Paul Varjak: Of course they do!
Holly Golightly
: I'll never let ANYBODY put me in a cage.
Paul Varjak: I don't want to put you in a cage, I want to love you!
Holly: Same thing!
Paul: No it's not, Holly--
Holly: I'm not Holly! I'm not Lula Mae either. I don't know who I am. I'm like Cat here. We're a couple of no-name slobs. We belong to nobody, and nobody belongs to us.