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Posts Tagged ‘personal train’

Little tree

Monday, May 12th, 2014

Yesterday I received a beautiful thing on Facebook, the same Facebook that drives me more and more insane and irritated, and that only to prove me that it’s not completely useless. I was left with the clearly outlined impression that what I received would fit perfectly as the “May pills” and “message to myself”.… [...]

Desire

Monday, May 5th, 2014

Because I have not yet matured entirely, I still have moments when I remember the feelings and experiences of childhood, and I feel them alive, as I would live them now, or now would be again as back then. When I was little, I often broke off of reality for hours and dream, and dreeeeeeeam with and without open eyes, until I myself did not know for sure what is dream and what is real.… [...]

In another life…

Wednesday, April 16th, 2014

I was walking with Tasha in the old center of Braila, with the stated purpose of giggling and letting ourselves get ecstatic about the Christmas tree lights, hopping through the snow and sharing an orange with pitiable frozen fingers. It smelled nice, of raw and fresh air, of youth and children with flushed cheeks.… [...]