the rising star

awesome! astounding! incredible! fabulous! stunning! sensational! unreal! stupendous! breath taking! heart stopping! wow! and so on. moments i shall never forget! i wish i was there! arguably it was the greatest match for a long­ while. the phenomenal from both­ sides. defenetly it was the match of the year and also more than an unbelievable demonstration of tennis. “the more matches that i play against him, the more chances i have to prove something more to myself and to everybody else,” said djokovic. the world no. 1, nadal  wins  in  madrid, but somebody’s gotta do it, right? nadal saved three match points before defeating third-seed djokovic (the best serbian tennis player) 3-6 7-6 7-6 in an epic four-hour a titanic battle to reach the madrid open final.  djokovic is my favorite tennis players. i admire his tenacity and determination!

in cautarea visului pierdut

lesson number one: dream

prima senzatie traita privind cele doua clipuri a fost accea ca am nimerit intr-un vis. ceea ce pentru mine e vis, constienta fiind de spatiul in care ma aflu, pentru personaje reprezinta realitatea. personajul se perinda liber, derobat de rigorile vietii diurne, de inhibitiile si relefexele cotidiene, intr-un spatiu al posibilului, cand, brusc, se schimba regulile jocului. realitatea a carui produs este devine ostila, nu-i mai valideaza existenta, iar eu, sunt acolo, sa-i legitimez actiunile.

n-am superstitii, nu cred in zodii si talmacirea viselor, si in dimensiunile aparent importante atribuite lor. cred in dumnezeu, in oameni, in iubire, in implinirea viselor, si asta pare, la o prima vedere  un exces de romantism.  traiesc   asumandu-mi  prezentul,  fara sa fac abstractie de realitatea interioara. interpretez, filtrez, reactionez la ce vad si la ce se intampla in povestea mea.

revenind la vise: pe de–o parte, este greu de explicat mecanismul care declaseaza visele. s-au enuntat pana acum niste ipoteze, suficiente pentru a umple cateva rafturi de bibiloteca, dar nu exista, inca nicio ceritudine. interpretarea lor, e o preocupare ridicata acum la rang de standard, insa caruia consider ca ar trebui sa-i acordam o incredere relativa.

da, stiu: visele pot reprezenta adevarate cai de explorare a subconstientului, dorintelor si temerilor ascunse, s.a.m.d.  insa, ceea ce apare sub umbrela larga numita “talmacirea viselor”, ramane doar e un concept frumos ambalat, validat de armata lu’ “despica firu’-n patru”, care cu un soi de certitudine suspecta, rezuma si simplifica conceptele fundamentale ale teoriei psihanalitice a viselor concepute de freud, sfortandu-se sa-mi traduca intreaga alchimei de perceptii, de imagini, de sentimente si de ganduri care se desfasoara in timpul visului, si apoi, sa-mi aplice un diagnostic general, aratandu-mi perspective mereu noi asupra simbolurilor aparute in vis, care chipurile se vor rasfrange in plan personal.

i-auzi! nu, merci! cine v-a bagat prostiile astea in cap? lasati-ma cu maieutica asta diluata, in spatele careia se ascund verdicte, solutii, stampile circumstantiale ori etichetari reductioniste. nu ma intereseaza nici cazuistica.  stau bine si la capitolul activitatea imaginativa: sunt la zi cu povestile si basmele apartinand fondului ancestral universal. mai mult, consider ca visez suficient de mult cu ochii deschisi. asadar, nu-mi trebuie furajat fondul imagistic cu scenarii create prin asocieri si corespondete hilare ce populeaza “dictionarele de vise”.

pe de alta parte, la randu-mi am fost adesea tulburata profound de admosfera unui vis. fara sa retin intreaga inaltuire de evenimente sau diferite amanunte, senzatia traita la trezire s-a pastrat ore, chiar zile. deci, nu visul, ci senzatia de apasare pe care acesta ti-o provoca, te intriga. acelei amprente pozitive sau negative atribuita starii sufletesti, asociata binenteles visului, incercam sa-i cautam o logica, atunci cand apelam la ajutorul interpretului de vise. (lectura caruia nu este, desigur, lipsita de delicii). bunaoara, daca va treziti ravasiti dupa o noapte plina de vise tulburi, si acum, stati nauc cu capu’-n palme, bantuit de presentimente ciudate, da-ti o fuga la “dictionarul de vise”,  o sa va binedispuneti imediat.

sweet dreams!

nice to bliss you!

anything to make you smile.
a music video for sansula by dominik eulberg, directed by dirk rauscher. they projected animations in a forrest and then filmed them, the details shots of the flowers where done in a stop motion technique with a dsrl camera (canon eos350d with a macrolens)

scintillation was made by xavier chassaing, a film director from paris. xavier used a combination of stop motion (35,000 photographs) and live projection mapping of 3d animation.

tonight’s today

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saru’mana, mama

la multi ani, mama! iti multumesc pentru ca m-ai invatat optimismul, mi-ai educat sensibilitatea, m-ai invatat omenia si mi-ai cultivat naravurile cu multa discretie si gingasie.

un plod.

these are the hands that hold my family.

come, take the light

tomorrow, orthodox christians believers around the world celebrated easter (the most important day in the orthodox calendar)- a day for quiet reflection. candles which illuminated church arrived from jrusalem, where the fire – the light of christ – appear miraculously each year on the eve of ester celebrations. the darkness, symbolizing death, is pierced, destroyed by hundreds of lighted candles, and by the exuberant chanting of “christ is risen from the dead! by his death he conquered death, and to those in the tombs he has bestowed life!”

the light is a symbol that literally connects over 200 million othodox believers worldwide. in romania easter sunday is a joyous occasion for all orthodox believers when they give each other hand painted eggs. 40 days from now on christians will continue to greet one another with the words: “christ is risen! truly, he is risen!” 

photo by bogdan cristel

byron music

6fingers, piano
nu stiu cum se face, dar de fiecare data cand nimeresc in acelasi spatiu cu trupa BYRON, ceva pozitiv se schimba in viata mea. o coincidenta bizara, dar placuta, ce n-are legatura cu trupa in sine, desi, de piatra sa fii, si tot n-ai cum sa nu reactionezi in vreun fel la muzica lor. malitiosii ar spune cum ca: norocul meu este ca nu cer cine stie ce de la viata si ca ma multumesc cu atat cat mi se cuvine. treburi d’astea. se prea poate, sa aiba si ei partea lor de dreptate, insa, nu intru totul. oricum, pare-se ca-mi prieste interactiunea cu ei. si-apoi, pana si-n momentele mele de optimism radical, nu m-am situat in boxa exaltatilor sau a miorlaitilor de conjuctura. admit, imi place byron si pentru profesionalismul lor. indiscutabil, maine, dincolo de leneveala si dormitarea melancolica, tipica unei zile de sambata, o sa provoc destinu’ sa-mi deschida usita catre raionul cu delicatese. (ora 22.00, in teatru 74, bastionul macelarilor, cetate, tirgu-mures).

imaginile sunt de la concertul unplugged “acoustic drama”, sustinut impreuna cu alexandru andries si cvartetul savartum, in decembrie, anul trecut la tirgu-mures.

 dan byron, vocal & more…
alexandru andriescristi matesan, drums & percussion

byron is:
dan byron |vocals, flute, guitar
costin opera| guitar
cristi matesan| drums & percussion
jacob glick|bass guitar, upright bass, banjo, mandolin…
6fingers| piano, backing vocals

jazz fest

casa de cultura a studentilor din targu-mures organizeaza in perioada 23-25 aprilie prima editie a FESTIVALULUI INTERNATIONAL STUDENTESC DE JAZZ. festivalul se adreseaza vocalistilor si trupelor  care au calitatea de student la una dintre unitatile de invatamant acreditate de mec si vocalistilor sau trupelor care au in componenta studenti din strainatate. agenda festivalului cuprinde concertele artistilor: MIRCEA TIBERIAN TRIO, LUIZA ZAN & EDDIE NEUEMANN, JIMI CSERKESZ, CSIKOS TRIO, SWING IN TRAIN, un concurs de interpretare. juriul este format din  profesorul mircea tiberian, bateristul john betsch din SUA, muzicologul si jazz-promoterul alexandru sipa, luiza zan, castigatoare a premiului pentru cea mai buna vocalista la festivalul de jazz de la montreux, daniela nicolae pianist de jazz, realizator al emisiunii “colectia de jazz” de la radio romania muzical si imre beatrix leila, cantareata de jazz si lector la facultatea de jazz “richard oshanitzky” din cadrul universitatii tibiscus.

| identity design for the jazz festival: branding, stationary, street banners, promotional material and festival programmes design, SITE was designed by me.|
 THE INTERNATIONAL STUDENT JAZZ FESTIVAL (1^st edition, 23-25 april 2009) is addressed to all the vocal performers and bands which have the quality of being student at one of the educational establishments accredited by the ministry of education and research and to the vocal performers or bands which have in their composition students from abroad.the contest will take place in one or two stages, according to the number of participants and will consist of the performance of a recital of maximum 25 minutes in front of the jury and of the public.the bands and the vocal performers declared winners will perform after the conclusion of the contest brief recitals at the laureates award gala. the repertory for the contest can be freely chosen.

the awards will be granted by a jury which will be composed of:
mr. MIRCEA TIBERIAN, professor and jazz piano-player
mr.ALEXANDRU SIPA– jazz critic and promoter
mrs. LUIZA ZAN – jazz vocal performer, winner at montreaux jazz festival
mrs. DANIELA NICOLAE – jazz piano-player and producer of the radio show “the jazz collection” at radio romania muzical
mr.JOHN BETSCH (USA) and CHRIS DAHLGREN(USA)
a representative of richard oschanitzky jazz faculty within tibiscus university from timisoara.

general conditions:
the band will have maximum 6 musicians and will include:
instrumental and vocal performers
instrumental performers
vocal performers

evaluation criteria:
style| interpretations
improvisation
technique|diction| pronunciation
musicality
measure and rhythm, intonation

for more inf. contact:casa de cultura a studentilor, str. nicolae grigorescu, nr. 19, tg.mures, mures county, ROMANIA, zipcode: 590095
web: fisjms.ccsmures.ro, e-mail jazz.ccsmures@gmail.com

my line

on your palm an endless wonder| lines that speak the truth without a sound| in your eyes awaits the tireless hunger| already looks for prey to run down|so why do we keep up this charade| how do we tell apart the time to leave from the time to wait| what does tomorrow want with me| what does it matter what i see| if it can’t be my design| tell me where do we draw the line| the dance of flames and shadows in the street| make poetry nobody’s ever heard| the weight of loneliness stands on your feet| the cage already there around the bird| so why don’t we join the masquerade| before it all falls apart before our love becomes insatiate| what does tomorrow want with me| what does it matter what i see| if i can’t choose my own design| tell me where do we draw the line| where’s the cooling wind| where’s the evergreen field| where’s my mother’s open arms| where’s my father lionheart| s’like the sun’s gone down| sleeps in the hallowed ground now| with the autumn’s browns leaves| with the one who never grieves| what does tomorrow want with me| what does it matter what i see| if we all walk behind the blind|tell me where do we draw the line| whatever tomorrow wants from me| at least i’m here, at least i’m free| free to choose to see the signs…

this is my line

multumesc

marturisesc: mi-a fost greu sa ma adun, dupa ce-am citit randurile de mai jos, aparute astazi, pe blogul prietenei mele, alina.  initiativa alinei, aka mon, de a publica aceste ganduri este coplesitoare, cu atat mai mult, cu cat, banuiesc (hihi), nu exista nicio strategie in spatele unui asemenea gest. multumesc alina, pentru osteneala si rabdarea de-a pricepe, care-i treaba cu gramajoara de materie insufletita; pentru seninatatea si caldura prezente pretutindeni in fundalul scrierilor tale. “De obicei, nu bag mâna în foc pentru nimeni. Sunt, fireşte, câteva excepţii. Dacă nu ar exista ele, ar însemna că sunt un om prea singur pentru a putea rezista în această lume lucid, conştient de momentele lui de fericire. Nu poţi raporta momentul de fericire strict la persoana ta. El implică întotdeauna, direct sau indirect, o altă persoană. A fi fericit de unul singur poate fi valabil doar în cazul unei fericiri egoiste, or alăturarea celor doi termeni e atât de forţată, atât de absurdă.

Unul dintre oamenii pentru care aş băga mâna în foc este Fluturaş, “nume de scenă”, bineînţeles. I-am promis într-o zi că voi scrie o poveste cu Fluturaş, pe care o va ilustra ea însăşi pentru că are un talent deosebit la desen. Sper să mă ţin de cuvânt, să găsesc răgazul de a născoci povestea. Cu precizarea că am un respect deosebit pentru toţi marii povestitori ai copilăriei mele. E atât de greu să scrii poveşti, pe cât e de simplu să le asculţi şi să adormi înainte de a afla deznodământul. În orice caz, povestea cu Fluturaş se face, e lucru hotărât.

A fi Fluturaş înseamnă să nu te minţi prea des. Să iubeşti oamenii şi să-i descoperi cu grijă, să-i asculţi şi să le pregăteşti o vorbă bună pentru fiecare moment urât al vieţii. A fi Fluturaş înseamnă să lucrezi până târziu în noapte pentru ca totul să fie perfect la timp. Pentru Fluturaşi, lucrurile perfecte sunt realizabile (o fi defect de zodie?) Înseamnă să împarţi ultimul ceas în şaizeci de minute preţioase în care să depăşeşti propriile agonii, ştiind că totul are un sens. Înseamnă să poţi găsi mulţumirea în mijlocul lucrurilor care nu mai ţin cont de regulile bunului simţ şi ale umanităţii. Înseamnă să vezi mereu partea plină a paharului. Să-ţi consumi energia pe lucruri care nu-ţi aduc niciun fel de satisfacţie în afară de bucuria că ai putut fi de folos. Înseamnă să fii un om între oameni, aşa cum puţini întâlneşti într-o viaţă.

Mulţumesc Fluturaş. Pentru că mă asculţi, pentru că mă cerţi, pentru că îmi dai sfaturi, pentru că nu poţi fi indiferentă… Mulţumesc pentru toate acele “hihi” care m-au înveselit şi pentru că eşti un om fragil dar, totuşi, atât de puternic. Acesta a fost doar un sweet nothing.”
sursa: mon
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despre lucrurile cu adevarat importante…
am spus-o si cu alte ocazii, o spun si acum, in speranta ca voi clarifica, niste trebusoare, ce tin loc de principii (atatea cate le am). mereu am cautat compania oamenilor reali, verticali in prezenta carora sa ma simt ca in fata propriei constiinte. oameni dintr-o bucata care isi asuma riscul unei prietenii, si-o fac dezinteresat, pana la capat. care inteleg ce vreau de la viata chiar daca, nu-mi reuseste intotdeauna. oameni care-si fac timp atunci cand ii bat la cap cu prostiile mele, si accepta ca-s impulsiva si transanta in verdicte. oameni care inteleg ca, probele prieteniei nu se rezuma doar in ati ajuta prietenu’ “la nevoie”, sau in a-l coplesi cu probleme, in speranta ca te va ajuta ci, mai degraba in al nu-l judeca, si poate, cel mai important: a-l pretui pentru ceea ce este. am gasit astfel de oameni, dispusi sa gireze neconditionat, sa investesca suflet si energie, dar din pacate sunt putini. imi sunt suficiente degetele de la o singura mana sa-i numar. impreuna impartim aceleasi visuri si multe altele care ne fac sa fim noi insine, dincolo de scancetu’ si cazneala de zi cu zi. sunt oameni pe care-i iubesc. care ma fac sa ma simt in siguranta la adapostul prieteniei lor. pentru asta, dar nu numai, le multumesc.
un “fluturas”

come to tie you up;))

 every year, romanians sent to each other on the first day of march, a amulet [talisman] object called martisor.  literally martisor is a diminutive means little march: traditionally a gold coin suspended on a white and red braided thread with a silk tassel. the coin symbolized prosperity, the white from the white and red thread is associated with good health symbolizes purity, and the snowdrop – the first flower of spring while red “color of life” symbolizes love for all that is beautiful could be an inducer of vitality and regeneration.

the martisor is offered early morning on the first day of march; it used to be worn for 9-12 days, sometimes until the first tree would bloom when it was hung on a flowering branch to bring good luck to its bearer. in the villages of transilvania, the red and white wool yarn martisor was pinned on gates, windows, sheepfolds, tied around the horns of cattle, around the handle of buckets to protect from the evil eye and malefic spirits.

nowadays, martisor could be a jewel or small decoration like a flower, a four leaf clover, an animal or a heart, tied to a red and white string. every year, on march’s eve i’m spending a few hours surrounded with bright colors trying to create amultes for people i care about. all trinkets are handmade and the designs is intentionally simple, funky and unique like my friends.

return to innocence

you’re invited to see the world through the eyes of valentin…

 

directed by alejandro agresti.
cast: rodrigo noya| julieta cardinali| carmen maura| jean pierre noher| mex urtizberea| juan cruz burdeu| carlos roffe|

valentin is an the eight year old who dreams of one day being an astronaut. this is the late sixties just before man landed on the moon. he lives with his grandmother [carmen maura-a favorite in pedro almodovar's films] in an isolated buenos aires apartment. occasionally he gets a visit from his father [alejandro agresti], but he never gets to see his mother. there’s also an uncle, a friendly musician and a soon to be ex-girlfriend of his father’s. meanwhile his grandmother gets sick, and the boy tries to resolve all his family problems using his persuasion and viewpoint of life.

being eight isn’t easy;))
don’t be afraid to be weak| be yourself don’t hide| just believe in destiny| don’t care what people say| just follow your own way…[enigma, return to innocence]

de drag

dragobete is the romanian protector of good will, pure love and fertility, celebrated on the 24th of february. this pagan god, was the son of baba dochia and part of his name, “drag” (dear) is found in the word “dragoste” (love). dragobete is identified with cupid, the roman god of love and with his greek counterpart, eros. he also, announced people the long winter was coming to its end and the sunny weather was approaching. when people turned to christianity, dragobete became a genuine symbol of spring and pure love.  so he was a positive character, a solar good symbol in opposition to his old mom, dochia, embodiment of hateful and cold elements of winter. the old dacian feast was more of a fertility ritual, local human community following the lead of the blooming nature. during the day, considered locally the first day of spring, the boys and girls pick up spring flowers and sing together.

ancient dacian population believed dragobete was the animals’ godfather and that he was the one to officiate the beasts’ weddings up in the sky. people believed that birds got engaged on dragobete’s day (birds were considered messengers of gods, the greek word for “bird” meaning “heaven message.”). this has later on extended to people also, and young people keep the tradition up to this day: boys and girls meet on this special day to make their love last.

 if I speak in the tongues of men and angels,|but have not love,| i have become sounding brass or a tinkling symbol|and if i have prophecy and know all mysteries and all knowledge,|and if i have all faith so as to remove mountains,| but have not love, i am nothing.| and if i dole out all my goods, and| if i deliver my body that i may boast| but have not love, nothing i am profited.|love is long suffering,|love is kind,|it is not jealous,|love does not boast,| it is not inflated.|it is not discourteous,|it is not selfish,|it is not irritable,|it does not enumerate the evil.|it does not rejoice over the wrong, but rejoices in the truth|it covers all things,|it has faith for all things,|it hopes in all things,|it endures in all things.|love never falls in ruins;|but whether prophecies, they will be abolished;|or tongues, they will cease;|or knowledge, it will be superseded|for we know in part and we prophecy in part.|but when the perfect comes, the imperfect will be superseded.|when i was an infant,|i spoke as an infant,|i reckoned as an infant;|when i became [an adult],|i abolished the things of the infant.|for now we see through a mirror in an enigma,| but then face to face.| now I know in part,| but then i shall know as also i was fully known|but now remains|faith, hope, love,|these three;|but the greatest of these is love. (corinthians 13:1-13).MARCEL IURES|CORINTIENI 13:1-13|IUBIREA

random killer

s-a incheiat si sesiunea, cu restante si toate cele aferente bouillon–ului, da’ nu de cultura. s-au explicat algoritmi de notare, de conduita, normative. ’statutul studentului’ sade frumos, pe post de ‘pillow book’. sesiunea de examene ramane un moment halucinat in viata oricarui muritor, care are de-a face cu mediul unversitar. fara indoiala, admitem ca impactul nu este acelasi pentru student si pentru prof.
in timpul sesiunii, randuiala domestica se naruie. timpul pare sa se comprime, noptiile sa se decoloreze. creste tensiunea arteriala, iritabilitatea, ficatu-i tratat cu taurina. se invoca toate divinitatile crestine si precrestine. unii, cuprinsi de remuscari, isi fac mea culpa. apoi, se mobilizeaza si, intr-un final, fraternizeaza cu colegii din esalonu’ fruntas. profu-i cautat, mai ceva, ca papa atunci cand semna ‘indulgente’. zilnic se scot la ‘inaintare’ scenarii surrealiste; se exerseaza ‘discursuri’ accesorizate cu ochisori galesi ca de catelus de pripas. se fac delegatii si se trimit emisarii, sa ‘negocieze’ cu profu’, sa le mai acorde o sansa.
-va rog, ultima data (iti spune o voce stinsa).
se incearca orice, oricum, pana la exasperare. si, cand nimic nu pare sa mai functioneze, solutiile pot sa transpara din sferele cele mai personale, precum visele, premonitiile. ca deh, se stie: hodina este foarte importanta pentru a da randament in perioada examenelor. cu diminetile e mai greu. vorba unui student: la ora asta (11 am), sa scriu despre conceptia filosofica a lui racine? well, in jurul acestei scheme, (variatiile sunt infinite) se desfasoara sesiunea. draga de ea!

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va invitam sa aflati care era starea pshihica a studentului si cum reuste el, totusi, sa treaca printre furcile caudine ale sesiunii.

asadar, status-ul ’napastuitilor’:
1. rogoshk, random killer!
2. nu mai pot!
3. cea mai ocupata!
4. ce zi!
5. empty again
6. fuckling analiza textului dramatic
7. shut up
8.
9. a little available
10. yesterday…all my troubles seemed so far away…(pentru cunoscatori)
11. cand eram mica visam…
12. sadissimo
13. somnik…….muuuuulllllllt dupa o fucking day like this
14. sedinta de masaj
15. nu-s acasa
16. maxim!
17. mai am un examen si…
18. i don’t wanna go…
19. mi-e lene
20. la scuala!
21. esti beata!
22. ou mai gad!  here we go again
23. m-ai iubi daca m-as colora cu crema de papuci pe fatza? :p
24. holo esti o purcica!
25. 6 days…mama, I’m coming home.
27. traumatizata
28. un cacat mai mare ca asta, nici ca se putea
29. lua-m-ar naiba, sa ma ia!
30. not in the mood, so fuck off!

sound of silence

friends tell me it’s spring| my window show the same| without you here the seasons pass me by| i know you were not new| that loved like me and you| all the same i miss you| today has been ok| the preacher lost his son| he’s known by all in town| he found him with another son of god| feeding on the prayer| nevermind what god said| but love had lost its cause| and i thought today had been ok| wind has burned your skin| the lovely air so thin| the salty water’s underneath your feet| no one’s gone in vain| here is where you’ll stay| ’cause life has been insane but| today has been ok…EMILIANA TORRINI – TODAY HAS BEEN OK|TELEPATHY|SOUND OF SILENCE|FISHERMAN’S WOMAN|EASY|IF YOU GO AWAY

dear someone, anyone, you,

photo by vadim ghirda
about 80 of chinese workers were camped outside their embassy in bucharest on monday, trying to get home because romanian construction companies have failed to pay them for the past two months. many of the workers arrived in november, just as the global economic downturn began to affect romania’s economy.”i was told i was going to get 3 euro an hour for working 10 hours a day,” said gao lin, 23, who arrived ten months ago. “but here we were told to do 12 hours a day for less money. and now i haven’t been paid for two months and i have no more work…” “acestia sunt cativa dintr-un grup intre 200 si 700 de muncitori chinezi care lucrau in constructii in bucuresti si care acum au ramas fara serviciu si fara posibilitatea de a se intoarce acasa. nu au mai fost platiti de doua luni si stau in niste corturi improvizate langa ambasada chinei. dieta lor zilnica se compune din bucati de paine si apa fiarta, majoritatea sunt bolnavi din cauza frigului. deocamdata autoritatile chineze nu le ofera sprijin pentru repatriere. vreau sa va rog ca, in masura posibilitatilor, sa le oferiti ajutor.nu sunt necesare lucruri sofisticate, alimente de baza ( paine, conserve, orez), lucruri in care sa se inveleasca, medicamente de raceala, tigari. daca aveti cum cred ca ar fi util sa popularizati situatia lor – poate ajunge la urechile cuiva care are putere sa ii ajute.

va multumesc mult si imi cer iertare ca va deranjez cu asta dar cred ca ne face bine tuturor sa ne amintim cat de multi oameni sunt mult mai putin norocosi decat noi.

multumesc
vadim” 

vadim ghirda, fotograf al agentiei AP, a castigat in 2007 premiul intai la categoria pictorial la atlanta photojournalism seminar’s annual photo contest. fotografia “strange fruit“, pentru care a primit premiul a fost realizata in iulie 2007, la bucuresti, la festivalul de teatru in aer liber “apa, aer, foc“. scrisoare de mai sus, este probabil, dovada cea mai elocventa si mai cuprinzatoare despre filosofia personala a fotografului.

the only thing

when you reflect on your life, the only thing that really matters is who do you love, and who loves you, unconditionally and without reservation. on valentine’s day, the war against cliche is futile. but, let’s face it, the war against valentine’s day itself become a cliche.
timeless love by marrie bot
here’s my favorite quotes from the notebook movie.
“i am no one special. just a common man with common thoughts. i’ve led a common life. there are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten, but in one respect i’ve succeeded as gloriously as anyone who ever lived. i’ve loved another with all my heart and soul and for me that has always been enough”

a married couple struggles to keep a healthy relationship.
written and directed by sungjin yun. actors: jamie park, tyler jon, barry mcbrien.