Zbateri egocentrice. Nimic nu-i mai rau decat un betiv introspectiv.

23Jan/18

Unul din 108

January 23, 2018A Place To Crash, Personaleboala cronica, moarte, pacient, spital, suferinta, viata de pacientthebigidearo

E o zi fara nume, iar motanul tolanit de-a lungul partii stangi a corpului, cu capul asezat lenes pe abdomen. Pisicile simt procesele inflamatorii, imi amintesc, si o neliniste ciudata ma traverseaza,Read More…

22May/17

And We Run..

May 22, 2017PersonaleEarth, English, English writings, Nothing But Thieves, poems, poetry, running, Stories To Say That Are Not Songsthebigidearo

Patterns Of Running I’d consider running If the Earth was flat Just to reach the end of the world And gaze past its brim Now I keep on running On this roundRead More…

19May/17

Beautiful Arsonists

May 19, 2017PersonaleEnglish, fire meets gasoline, poems, poetry, sia, Storries To Tell That Are Not Songsthebigidearo

We were running through a burning museum, so horrified to find an escape. We did not realize it was our rush setting things on fire. Creators of immense beauty. Unstoppable arsonists. We ran,Read More…

03Mar/17

Amintirea unei plaje

March 3, 2017A Place To Crash, PersonaleCosta del Sol, malaga, Malagueta, spain, spaniathebigidearo

Textul de mai jos a fost scris sub soarele inca arzator al Mediteranei, in 09.10.2016. Caldura din aer nu anticipa nimic din frigul iernii ce avea sa urmeze. La fel ca inRead More…

16Nov/16

My Favourite Clown

November 16, 201611 stories on from the 2nd floor, Muzicaasaf avidan, Finn Andrews, meaning of life, The Veils, woody allenthebigidearo

A fost o revelatie pentru mine cand am citit parerea lui Woody Allen despre existenta. E o revelatie paradoxala, pentru ca structura rationamentului lui e centrata in jurul ideii ca nu existaRead More…

11Nov/16

O Zi de 11

November 11, 2016PersonaleGalatithebigidearo

N-am avut niciodata o memorie prea buna. In fapt, e doar o memorie selectiva, care pare a retine lucruri exclusiv dupa propria-i preferinta, indiferent de cat imi doresc sa nu-mi scape unaRead More…

31Jul/16

Imitation Of Life

July 31, 201611 stories on from the 2nd floor, Older Chestsamintiri, botosani, celsius, cimitir, Imitation of life, Jim Morrison, R.E.M., The Doorsthebigidearo

“Have fun in the graveyard”, imi spuse, mucalit, un prieten, auzind ca-mi voi petrece o zi intr-un cimitir, pentru a-i satisface dorintele putin morbide ale bunicului meu, dornic de a face curatRead More…

21Jun/16

Killing The Pest

June 21, 2016Personalethebigidearo

The pest poate fi orice. Uneori, e o frica viscerala pe care nu poti pune degetul, alte ori sunt limitari dictate de nu poti sau nu e voie sau nu se face,Read More…

08Sep/11

There’s a strange kind of light..

September 8, 2011Personaleacasa, Galatithebigidearo

Azi ar fi fost o zi de telefon de “La multi ani!”. Acum e departe, mai departe decat kilometrii care ma faceau sa pot pune prea rar “a”-ul in fata lui “casa”.Read More…

15May/11

Echipa si profesoara de matematica

May 15, 201111 stories on from the 2nd floorthebigidearo

26 August 2006. Paraschiv marcheaza imperial si reuseste hattrick-ul. Privind peste cap, profesoara de matematica schiteaza un zambet. E 3-1 in deplasare la FC National si Otelul reuseste sa lege doua victoriiRead More…