I can’t write and this makes me feel strange. I’m used to words appearing in my head every time I stand in front of the screen or the paper but now I have no luck. I’m just blank, there isn’t any idea that can be used.

I decided to write about not beeing able to write. In my case this means that my life is good because I usually write when I am upset or depressed, but despite this I feel like I’ve lost a part of me. I love to write because it makes me feel free lets me forget the bad and stupid things I get through; it’s like going and talking to somebody about your problems except you now are talking to the world, and I have to be honest, it’s a wonderfull feeling. Even knowing that my blog isn’t read by many people I still enjoy writing in it…

I love email, I’d chose it over IM any time because it lets you write more than a brief message. The one thing I love more than email and blogging is usual mail and paper-writing. The sound of the pen on the paper, the dry black ink on the white pice of paper, the texture and the form of the handwriting, it’s glorious! Few things are better than being able to write so this is why I’m sad…

I tried a couple of days ago to write something in Romanian but I wasn’t very pleased of the way it turned out so I kind of stopped that “project” although I still wish to finish it (it is a more personal version of “Voi scrie” which can be found via the file browser in Works) even though I don’t know when. This is what I’ve managed to write so far (it’s in Romanian and without diacritics): Read the rest of this entry »

I would like to apologize to the non-Romanian readers out there for posting something in Romanian without translation; I don’t know if there will be an English version of this poem.

I would like to thank my dear friend Porcelain Doll for convincing me to post this and giving me ideas for the title. Here it goes: Read the rest of this entry »

A dear friend of mine just posted this article on her blog. The original is in Romanian and can be found on ColoredAfricanSnow. I would like to thank Porcelain Doll for allowing me to translate and post this here as well.

Here we go:

1. A guitar on which Satriani or any other famous guitarist played is a collectors guitar while a woman who has been with other man is just another slut.
2. With a guitar, no mather how expensive you won’t spend in a lifetime more than 2000 euro. With a woman, in 70 years you spend at least 2.000.000 euro.
3. A guitar will always have its beautifull shapes and the quality to be pleasant at touch while a woman gets fat or is obsessed with getting thiner and also gets older.
4. Guitars don’t talk; they also don’t make noise unless you make them to.
5. A guitar doesn’t ask anything from you, isn’t jealous, doesn’t criticise you and nag about the place you have been to, the toilet seat, the people you’ve met, the money you have spent without her, etc.

The original article is as follows (but please, visit the original site as well): Read the rest of this entry »

I would like to thank Sepulchre over from the Night rose forums for posting the things you’ll read on. I inform you that some parts of the text may be considered gory and indecent. If you still want to find out, read on. Read the rest of this entry »