Sunday, October 28, 2012

A confederacy of quinces

A bunch of quinces which are now in a jar, transformed in a golden jam.
A bad taste after a certain day this past week.
A cold which I cure with apples and teas.
A silent autumn Sunday.
A jet lag without even travelling.


[b&w]
[our world]

Thursday, October 25, 2012

where did they hide the sky

maybe it's behind the sun
or
maybe it's behind the yellow


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Thursday, October 11, 2012

autumn skies

don't know about you, but my mornings have to be calm
and smell like coffee
a bit of bright sky is also welcomed
and maybe a slice of bread and some butter.

Monday, October 08, 2012

imperfect

don't get me wrong,
but I hate poetry.
in spite of this fact,
I cannot find a better way to express
the horror that I felt
when I realized
that by smashing that spider
I took a life.

Autumn makes me weird and sad melancholic. I guess.



[Our world.]
["Mar" is in Romanian "apple". "M" is a martyr spider :)). "Mellow" is the light in autumn. M  in the ABC Wednesday.]

Monday, October 01, 2012

the boy and the sea

Who could tell what is in the mind of a little boy while he watches the waves? Maybe not even the boy himself could tell. Is it joy? Is it fear? Is it the colour that fascinates him, or the roar? Observer, or tamer of waves?
Who knows? Maybe not even the boy himself could tell...
Our world. In the hands of children.