tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43135674923241156292024-02-08T05:16:49.256+02:00la vie sauvagenathaliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00212617250452929934noreply@blogger.comBlogger78125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313567492324115629.post-681084535178424922015-09-16T16:31:00.001+03:002015-09-16T16:33:56.187+03:00Înainte de trecere<br />
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Cobor din autobuz. O zi de septembrie ca oricare alta. Mă întorc de la bibliotecă, în sacoșă am un teanc de cărți, aceleași pe care le-am luat acum câteva săptămâni, dar nu am apucat să le citesc. Mă gândesc ce plan să îmi fac cu ele și pentru câteva momente simt că realitatea devine o foaie subțire de tapet care se desprinde de pe un perete. Înaintez fără prea multă convingere spre trecerea de pietoni. Parcă de nicăieri apare un bărbat îmbrăcat într-un costum gri, puțin cam mare pentru statura lui. Pare că a țâșnit din asfaltul încă fierbinte. Face pași mari, chiar prea mari pentru conformația pe care o are, ceea ce îi dă un aer bizar. Tot corpul îi tremură. Se vede cu ochiul liber că nu își poate controla mișcările și că o forță ascunsă îl face să se deșire, să meargă în diagonală. Se îndreaptă spre mine, privind spre un punct fix, călăuzitor. Îmi dau seama că acel punct se află dincolo de ochii mei, dincolo de lumina dantelată care se strecoară printre crengi, dincolo de oamenii care îl privesc uimiți, dincolo de blocuri și de mașini. În ultima clipă, reușesc să fac un pas într-o parte în așa fel încât să nu ne atingem. Omul o ia pe altă diagonală și eu încerc să țin linia cea dreaptă, uitându-mă în spate, după el, căutând un punct fix.</div>
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nathaliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00212617250452929934noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313567492324115629.post-50910023900866423202013-01-20T20:36:00.001+02:002013-01-23T15:55:44.601+02:00despre nimicul fiecarei zile<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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este vorba despre un blocaj sau despre faptul că de câțiva ani mă autoiluzionez
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profunzimea ideilor și a cuvintelor, și, în definitiv, voi rămâne fără spirit și
distanță critice, adică mă voi anula. </div>
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de mâine un alt oraș se deschide într-un alt capitol.<br />
vitralii.<br />
Chagall.<br />
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trupul meu se<br />
naște în colțul<br />
ochiului<br />
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ne privim<br />
printr-o sticlă<br />
aburită<br />
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fără să ne atingem<br />
fără să ne dorim<br />
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în somn,<br />
sufletele noastre<br />
se țin de mână <br />
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<br />nathaliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00212617250452929934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313567492324115629.post-51857089881138127702012-05-26T23:29:00.001+03:002012-05-27T13:11:52.920+03:00tu<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">"Rațiunea existenței este de a te pregăti pentru
a sta mort timp îndelungat</span></i><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">." </span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Existența înseamnă a te lăsa vrăjit și dezvrăjit de cuvintele celui de lângă
tine, înseamnă a te încrede în convenția limbajului și, totodată, a fi conștient
că dincolo de ea, ești singur, cu trupul și sufletul tău. Nimeni nu te înțelege
pe deplin, nimeni nu poate să empatizeze total cu suferința sau trăirile tale.
Ești doar tu, sângele tău și pământul din care</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> ai fost plămădit și în</span></i><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"> care vei
ajunge, pentru a închide cercul singurătății în și după moarte. </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Cuvintele sunt
uneltele care ne ajută să experimentăm lumea, să o intuim. Dar, în fond, suntem
orbi și neajutorați. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Nimeni
nu spune ceea ce gândește cu adevărat, fiecare interpretează în modul lui
spusele celuilalt, cuvintele nu sunt descrieri precise ale realității pentru că
ele sunt în mod inerent subiective și interpretative. </span></i><br />
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un instrument care scormonește rațiunea umană, o răscolește prin situațiile
limită și prin experiențele la care este supusă, dar o și salvează. </span></i></div>nathaliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00212617250452929934noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313567492324115629.post-5898528941908042502012-05-23T19:25:00.000+03:002012-05-23T19:28:45.085+03:00un adevăr și o dorință<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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asculți? Ce senzație îți lasă respirația celuilalt? Dar amprentele lui pe pielea
ta? Îți place? Te-ai gândit la vreun sens sau doar te joci? Dar care e sensul? Îl
cauți? Trăiești din imaginație sau pur și simplu nu ai curaj? Te-ai putea
pierde aici? De ce îți e teamă? Chiar tu ești acela? Nu te recunoști? Ce s-a
schimbat? Era necesar? Ce înseamnă pentru tine fericirea? Crezi? Câte tipuri de
ploaie cunoști? Dar de tristețe? Le grupezi? Ai experimentat totul? Cât timp
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<br /></div>nathaliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00212617250452929934noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313567492324115629.post-1706640832702648082012-05-17T19:48:00.001+03:002012-05-17T23:03:05.008+03:00nu aș fi putut spune mai bine decât Anne:“You will lose someone you can’t live without,and your heart will be
badly broken, and the bad news is that you never completely get over the
loss of your beloved. But this is also the good news. They live forever
in your broken heart that doesn’t seal back up. And you come through.
It’s like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly—that still
hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance with the limp.”<br />
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― Anne Lamott<br />
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plin, iar ochii ei mari caută asiduu puncte de sprijin. Se ridică de pe saltea
dintr-odată, ca un soldat chemat la raport, apoi își întinde brațele spre tavan
până când pare că aproape i s-au desprins de umeri. </span><i style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Nimic nu se compară cu un somn bun</i><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">. Acele nopți vii i-au măcinat
gândurile într-o agonie continuă. Acum însă, în
corpul ei, celulele și-au regăsit locul. Sub pielea roasă de nedumerire, se unesc
linii vineții sub forma unei mandale. </span><i style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Poate
ar trebui să fac o plimbare</i><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">. </span></span></span><br />
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clocotește. Din ibric țâșnește o licoare fierbinte, de culoarea mugurilor de cireș.
Chloe o soarbe încet, gânditoare. <i>Până la
urmă nu am primit nici un răspuns</i>. Se ridică de pe scaunul din bucătărie și
începe să răsfoiască un album. Imagini în negativ îi aleargă în fața ochilor
precum caii scăpați din manej. Caii aleargă pe câmpii din aburi, pe câmpii din carton. <i> </i>Orele
se rotesc, redându-i zilei măsura ei egală. Ar fi vrut să vină, să nu o lase
aici, să se risipească.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"> Înăuntru pătrunde un miros
dulceag, de salcâm în floare. Zgomotele se rostogolesc pe podea, ghemuri. Nu
mai crede. Nu a crezut niciodată cu adevarat. Corzile
împletite cândva în interior s-au rupt în acea zi. De atunci, în mintea ei
răsună un ecou străin: un fel de muzică pe care o poartă cu sine oriunde și
care se răspândește cu intensitate diferită în fiecare organ. <i>Cântă, cântă, cântă! </i> </span></span></div>nathaliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00212617250452929934noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313567492324115629.post-6946247493701660582012-05-13T16:25:00.000+03:002012-05-13T19:05:03.218+03:00Le temps des cerises<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b> <span style="font-size: small;"> L</span></b><span style="font-size: small;">entoarea fiecărei clipe din diminețile în care ești singur. <b>L</b>entila spartă încă reflectă zîmbetul verzui al bătrânului marinar. <b>L</b>umea nu există. <b>L</b>iniștea care te cuprinde când pui piciorul în cada cu apă fiebinte și simți cum se risipește ca o aromă grea în trupul bolnav. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"> <b> L</b>intea din farfuriile aurite ale Cenușăresei.<b> L</b>iteratura care te așteaptă dintotdeauna. <b>L</b>imbul al doilea din Purgatoriu. <b>L</b>umina albastră a sufletelor care se înalță. <b>L</b>apte fierbinte în cană, seara, când apusul se face una cu pământul. <b>L</b>ui îi lipsește griul fiecărei zile. <b>L</b>iliac, levant, levănțică. <b>L</b>ee, Annabel – la fille de mes rêves et la Belle d′Edgar Allan Poe.
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b> L</b>acul zgâriat de aripile păsărilor în zbor. <b>L</b>untrea dintre două tărâmuri. <b>L</b>évi-Strauss & co. <b>L</b>ea îmi lasă zilnic un mănunchi de litere mari și rotunde.<b> L</b>imita peste care ne întindem ființa până când se formează un cocon argintiu. <b>L</b>ămâile îmi plac mereu goale. <b>L</b>izibil între a și e. <b>L</b>acrimile din ochii Mariei Elena. <b>L</b>icuresc, licurești, licurește.
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b> L</b>a major, Si minor.<b> L</b>ipsa oamenilor care desenează hărți complicate pentru a-ți ușura drumul spre ei. <b>L</b>a răscruce de semne. <b>L</b>olita și înghețata de căpșune. <b>L</b>una din farfuria soldatului iranian. <b>L</b> din miezul inimii. <b>L</b>arma din spatele ușilor închise.<b> L</b>ina era frumoasă. <b>L</b>umânarea care topește vise.
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b> L</b>aurul – în el se amplifică sunetul vieții.</span>nathaliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00212617250452929934noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313567492324115629.post-32958039531148064002012-03-27T23:35:00.003+03:002012-03-27T23:43:00.975+03:00semn<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgafCqZcXirHeObACPv6w8L5IO243MhMGdSKvlYnpqYlEiW5So4dDAR9ZsgIyQlNflDeA1rjs4v1jGIISzm8GWovrPGxMfrVxJtxB71CPAuffNMVlHaqf6uMu-3NRrcT1Dh53dali-qU60/s1600/sailing_through_imagination_by_astridle-d4nov1i.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgafCqZcXirHeObACPv6w8L5IO243MhMGdSKvlYnpqYlEiW5So4dDAR9ZsgIyQlNflDeA1rjs4v1jGIISzm8GWovrPGxMfrVxJtxB71CPAuffNMVlHaqf6uMu-3NRrcT1Dh53dali-qU60/s200/sailing_through_imagination_by_astridle-d4nov1i.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724680151887772610" /></a><br />nu stiu de ce scriu dupa atata timp aici. am tot reflectat la problema asta cu scrisul si cred ca e ceva bun. foaia e un confident tacut, dar intelegator. cine isi doreste mai mult? nici nu cred ca mai e cineva pe aici..hei! ma aude cineva? heeeei!? (ecoul)<br />cum credeam, nimeni.<br /><br />cui ii mai pasa de un blog parasit...nathaliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00212617250452929934noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313567492324115629.post-48529727206421777482011-09-08T12:36:00.000+03:002011-09-08T12:37:06.941+03:00souvenirsAujourd’hui, j’ai un dilemme<br />En essayent de prendre en photo<br /> une cheville que j’ai trouvée<br />Jetée dans le lit de Cécile<br />Je n’ai pas pu me rendre compte<br />Si celle-là appartenait<br />A une jeune femme ou<br />A un jeune homme ravi<br />D’une incertitude d’être ou ne pas être sois même<br /><br /><br />...............................................................................<br /><br />Chanson pour Héloïse <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Une chanson hédonique je le voue, à toi, Héloïse !<br />Je veux te dire que je t’aime<br />Même si ton visage m’est encore inconnu<br />Même si la pluie a quitté les cieux<br />Et maintenant elle tombe d’une terre sèche<br />-comme tu vois, les choses sont changées-<br />(Ils se sont aussi ennuyés<br />De cette banalité qui nous entoure<br />Et ils ont renversé les rôles pour se divertir un peu - comme en théâtre-<br />Les plantes cherchent les racines parmi les nuages<br />L’arc-en-ciel s’est collé sur le désert)<br />Je veux t’embrasser avec force<br />Sans devenir pathétique<br />En espérant que derrière cette embrassade<br />Je trouverai la personne que je n’ai jamais été<br /> <br /> ....................................................................................<br /><br />Chanson pour soi-même<br /> <br />Ses yeux grands<br />D’une expressivité obsédante<br />Ont frappé toujours les amants d’ennui<br />Elle a fumé avec nostalgie<br />Sa sensualité aux lèvres<br />D’une autre femme –proche d’un dernier rendez-vous<br />Elle voudrait être parfaite<br />Pour soi-même parce que les opinions des autres ne comptaient plus<br />Son rôle n’était pas si difficile<br />Chaque matin elle se résignait<br />De rester seulement un point<br />A la confluence d’un aiguillon et un veston<br />Parce qu’elle savait aussi<br />Que son visage n’était qu’une tête d’épingle pour lui<br /><br />.....................................................................................<br /><br />Une fois par mois<br />Tu dois faire ordre<br />Parmi tes penssés…tu dois prendre tes souvenirs<br />-devenus des pièges dans le présent-<br />Et les cacher dans la poche d’une première femme qui crie de plaisir<br />Tu dois prendre aussi les mots qu’il t’a jetés avec insolence…couper les paroles doux<br />(Et faire avec elles des nectars pour les fées)<br />Déshabiller les désirs …accrocher les rêves dans le sapin de noël <br />-peut-être ainsi ils s’accompliront-<br />Maintenant…avec une raison nue<br />Dit-lui que tu l’aimes<br />S’il te réponds : »moi (non)plus »<br />Il faut que tu fermes toutes les portes de la solitude<br />En attendant la paranoïa<br />Mais…s’il t’ignore<br />Tu dois révéler tous les secrets<br />Pour en faire venir les hommes qui toujours auraient voulu<br />Etre des femmes fatales …nathaliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00212617250452929934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313567492324115629.post-65032275762853434882011-03-15T23:32:00.005+02:002011-03-15T23:43:38.488+02:00DEZamicitia<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho_j8bDMXBb_0JG_taxp9EsWqS_BiO1mqsIk-KlWOxA7DfoxA24ErI11SDeHx7SuKM1rSXrvq32px9ehecvgBDkSnbcav4hIG1phDqnH8MxS3Hwh0Xvy7Jga_4Z1fQx2tx3x4OwEDIlOs/s1600/Still_dreaming_by_essenga.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho_j8bDMXBb_0JG_taxp9EsWqS_BiO1mqsIk-KlWOxA7DfoxA24ErI11SDeHx7SuKM1rSXrvq32px9ehecvgBDkSnbcav4hIG1phDqnH8MxS3Hwh0Xvy7Jga_4Z1fQx2tx3x4OwEDIlOs/s200/Still_dreaming_by_essenga.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584425614842707426" /></a><br />Mi-am tot propus de ceva vreme sa scriu despre prietenie. dar azi, vazand acele poze de pe feisbusc, mi-am amintit de momentele petrecute impreuna cam in aceeasi situatie. numai ca, de data asta era altcineva in locul meu... altcineva care ti-a imbracat hainele... v-ati fotografiat tinand camera foto intr-o mana, ati mancat impreuna, ati dormit, v-ati plimbat, tot ceea ce am facut noi candva chiar daca asta s-a intamplat in alt spatiu si timp. nu m-as mira sa ii fi spus aceleasi lucruri..Apoi,am mai vazut o poza in care erati in prim-plan si in spate, undeva lipita pe un perete, era o fotografie cu noi, din vara, de pe plaja. Dovada clara ca ai uitat, ca a palit totul. <br /><br />si acum ma intreb: mai are vreun rost sa vorbesc despre prietenie?nathaliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00212617250452929934noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313567492324115629.post-17700946282516490452011-02-08T21:50:00.004+02:002011-02-08T22:09:17.888+02:00to'tu<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWO28cHSfX7FDEFJ9Nx1LFyvIir3Fcel5dWjnRE8TGxbb8-Q6P-asPJgnmYAw0koAEqAz3podNtNsqlWZqC8DYIWWR7Vfk8I8ATsTue5yjel49mKiy4R-f0zYoJ6pa35Qm9Kwq1ziZovw/s1600/lyell19.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWO28cHSfX7FDEFJ9Nx1LFyvIir3Fcel5dWjnRE8TGxbb8-Q6P-asPJgnmYAw0koAEqAz3podNtNsqlWZqC8DYIWWR7Vfk8I8ATsTue5yjel49mKiy4R-f0zYoJ6pa35Qm9Kwq1ziZovw/s320/lyell19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571409597494223346" /></a><br /><br /><br />Maria Elena<br />Ma gandeam la numele tau<br />Afara erau -27 de grade<br />Ceaiul fierbea in clocote<br />(Si tu tocmai iesisesi pe usa)<br />Stiam ca nu te vei mai intoarce niciodata<br />Scriam numele tau<br />Mecanic<br />Cu degetele mele lungi si subtiri<br />Pe geamul inghetat<br />- Maria elena, <span style="font-style:italic;">maria elena</span> - <br />Si de fiecare data disparea ceva din mine.nathaliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00212617250452929934noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313567492324115629.post-5868810614433863482011-02-07T18:34:00.003+02:002011-02-07T18:39:57.171+02:00there's a limit<strong>James Blake - Limit to your Love</strong><br /> <object width="320" height="275"><param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/video/Teonna/809b7738d46b2f.swf"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><param name="flashvars" value="username=Teonna&hash=809b7738d46b2f&color=0xeaeaea"></param><embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/video/Teonna/809b7738d46b2f.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="275" flashvars="username=Teonna&hash=809b7738d46b2f&color=0xeaeaea" ></embed></object> <br /><a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/video/muzica" title="muzica"> Vezi mai multe video din muzica </a><br /><iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.trilulilu.ro%2FTeonna%2F809b7738d46b2f&layout=standard&show_faces=true&width=320&action=like&colorscheme=light&height=80&ref=trlfbmbdlk" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:320px; height:80px;" allowTransparency="true"></iframe><br />nathaliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00212617250452929934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313567492324115629.post-57289408933371342402011-02-05T13:40:00.007+02:002011-02-05T13:52:56.505+02:00je t'embrasse avec...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFa2NmedswUhOsa__gxwzeG-iY8gNbQfpNdR2GboIT08yXw4u4bOF_oTbYAtDoXYcy6yC7PL0OexUcZ8AdVUm_MFOCDgABMVkUYPvay9eKSi4R6cAxZSW8EyCOP9QOk62H0FDrFfoVgDo/s1600/SDC10004.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFa2NmedswUhOsa__gxwzeG-iY8gNbQfpNdR2GboIT08yXw4u4bOF_oTbYAtDoXYcy6yC7PL0OexUcZ8AdVUm_MFOCDgABMVkUYPvay9eKSi4R6cAxZSW8EyCOP9QOk62H0FDrFfoVgDo/s320/SDC10004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570170083418825314" /></a><br />Am primit zilele astea de la cineva foarte drag mie o vedere superba, cred ca e cea mai frumoasa pe care am primit-o <em>ever</em>. Si pe ea e inscriptionat cu hieroglife de furnica un scurt citat din Antoine de Saint-Exupery: <em>on ne voit bien qu'avec le coeur. L'essentiel est invisible pour les yeux</em>...<br /><br />Am sa o postez alaturi.<br /><br />multumesc pentru clipa de fericire:)<br /><br />je t'embrasse avec...nathaliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00212617250452929934noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313567492324115629.post-38087541705587117362011-01-21T23:51:00.004+02:002011-01-22T00:10:01.771+02:00maria elena<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA2yEHvt3rylCFwzA7AHMqGRs6WDrrhDvK-5dyzIjzlvanVRTSeqFuVRHONIA9cEMzMfkza2LXA9vXFLHJUVHBhaBww0jRISQUoMuDgU1y5Y3C8Q3bPaZcWx50Q09Px3RFk0U2rQj2oQw/s1600/cds.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA2yEHvt3rylCFwzA7AHMqGRs6WDrrhDvK-5dyzIjzlvanVRTSeqFuVRHONIA9cEMzMfkza2LXA9vXFLHJUVHBhaBww0jRISQUoMuDgU1y5Y3C8Q3bPaZcWx50Q09Px3RFk0U2rQj2oQw/s200/cds.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564764534978036994" /></a><br /><br /><br />maria elena,<br />as vrea sa imi lasi un mesaj pe facebook<br />la ore fixe<br />sa ma intrebi cum imi merge<br />daca imi mai iubesc aproapele<br />daca si el ma mai iubeste pe mine<br />apoi sa stingi becul mic al veiozei tale aburinde<br />sa inchizi fereastra si sa pui punct<br />astept in fiecare duminica sa imi scrii<br />dimineata prima data deschid computerul<br />si te caut obsedant in toate fotografiile<br />salvate pe desktop<br />chiar si in acelea cu fotolii <br />cani de ceai<br />pardoseli din lemn de cires<br />si tapeturi fardate obscen<br />pe toate le-ai atins<br />asa cum as vrea sa ma atingi pe mine acum<br />sa ma sorbi.nathaliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00212617250452929934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313567492324115629.post-73376867403914928082010-12-09T00:50:00.005+02:002010-12-09T18:27:54.048+02:00cantec de seara, cantec de seara<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW1KEzJJH2GxOsF9ma-whsr8nV62OE0F1vWre5Ep44TFrvfvr5INNUN6DWjZ1PymQ1IjIRpmpq5OOZc9JSESoFo88MS101Vh491h6zvpc1HDAJ6xwsmJ9yltFo240FU-lAJSzHTqQq_-A/s1600/i_just_wanna_hold_your_hand_by_thebestfeeling-d2zzcba.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 155px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW1KEzJJH2GxOsF9ma-whsr8nV62OE0F1vWre5Ep44TFrvfvr5INNUN6DWjZ1PymQ1IjIRpmpq5OOZc9JSESoFo88MS101Vh491h6zvpc1HDAJ6xwsmJ9yltFo240FU-lAJSzHTqQq_-A/s200/i_just_wanna_hold_your_hand_by_thebestfeeling-d2zzcba.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548451446696451170" /></a><br />in timp ce unii alegeau clementine in supermarket<br />noi ne instrainam<br />iti lasai in tesatura bluzei <br />parfumurile<br />cuvintele nerostite<br />forma trupului<br />as fi vrut sa uzi planta de pe birou zilnic<br />pana cand frunzele fragede s-ar fi umflat<br />si ar fi pornit o ploaie rece<br />dincolo de marginea cenusie a ghiveciului<br />toate filmele la care am fost<br />au purtat cantecele noastre soptite<br />nemarturiste<br />cand am vazut pe rafturi<br />creioane reciclate<br />m-am gandit la<br />sufletul tau nepoluat<br />cu dragoste<br />mi-am luat cateva <br />pentru a le toci varfurile sarate<br />toate astea s-au intamplat<br />cand facem proiectii<br />(asa, ca regizorii debutanti in salile de cinema improvizate)<br />ale amintirilor noastre comune<br />cand traiam in trecutul asta<br />de nesuportat uneori<br />de nemangaiat<br />noaptea<br />de neatins <br /><br /><br />de uitat.nathaliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00212617250452929934noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313567492324115629.post-88339150600108195502010-12-01T16:36:00.009+02:002010-12-01T17:33:50.306+02:00idee de roman<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT9ZTT0ke2Qe_h4XqF82-yglXp-MZhO4Sv9zetFlhH_k19rMB9A5bvNdkaVZlIq3qvKAojtxHDj_x4QG1S0IEbWlJ0Hen_Vo4sjbzIY2ct7RHrDuh0BwNUYD32cieXxGCcH-jofwkmfNs/s1600/These_are_the_good_old_days__by_Avek.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 120px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT9ZTT0ke2Qe_h4XqF82-yglXp-MZhO4Sv9zetFlhH_k19rMB9A5bvNdkaVZlIq3qvKAojtxHDj_x4QG1S0IEbWlJ0Hen_Vo4sjbzIY2ct7RHrDuh0BwNUYD32cieXxGCcH-jofwkmfNs/s200/These_are_the_good_old_days__by_Avek.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545732115768007634" /></a><br />In august, am luat o pauza de o luna de la citit si de atunci nu imi mai pot reveni. De cand am ajuns aici, am resimtit frustrarea de a citi impus, obligata de circumstante. Fiecare pagina parcursa cu gandurile in alta parte, inseamna o tradare (in subsidiar) a textului care ti se poate dezvalui (daca stii sa il depliezi) pana la ecografii indecente sau imagini rosiatice agatate de un fir lung si subtire intr-o <span style="font-style:italic;">camera obscura</span>. Acum intalnirea cu textul e intalnirea unui bolnav cu o suferinta imaginara. E ca un amor epuizat prematur. Nu-mi mai spune nimic, nu mai simt nimic. Am nevoie de timp. Am nevoie de lungi dupa-amieze in care sa ne abandonam reciproc unul in altul pana cand placerea lecturii devine orgasmica.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><br /> (zlele trecute, cand eram in sala de lectura, am observat langa masa un cos de gunoi plin cu hartii scrise si atunci mi-a venit in minte ideea unui tip de roman pe care nu il voi scrie niciodata. Poate ca, vreodata, cineva va strange seara de seara, foile rupte, mazgalite, muncite cu ganduri si idei de prin toate bibliotecile pline, le va decupa si isi va face propriul ierbar de cuvinte, un fel de colaj neidentificat).nathaliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00212617250452929934noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313567492324115629.post-42385952996830137892010-11-19T00:28:00.003+02:002010-11-19T00:48:41.063+02:00exercitii de aparentare (I)in seara asta, in metrou, am observat una dintre cele mai insolite reprezentari a dragostei. daca m-ar ruga cineva acum, la 23:30 sa ii fac o fotografie care pentru mine simbolizeaza dragostea, cred ca as surprinde aceasta ipostaza: un frumos baiat, in sacou, care se privea in geamul fumuriu al usii metroului cu un aer usor narcisiac aranjandu-si nonsalant parul, tinand intr-o mana o cutie de bomboane si in cealalta o sticla de vodka. <br /><br />.....................................................................................<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />ziua trec adesea pe langa un copac in forma de cilindru. nu am mai vazut pana acum un arbore de o asemenea etate, cu o pilozitate pana la radacina. prin septembrie, octobrie se auzea un tril strident, haotic de pasari in extaz. pentru ca ele faceu dragoste. fiecare pe creanga ei. creanga deasupra creanga, cioc lipit de cioc. si acel tril nu era decat grupul pasarilor care si-au luat libertatea de a-si petrece o parte din viata lor de zburatoare nelinistite intr-un bordel, destul de neconventional, de altfel. <br /><br /><br />....................................................................................nathaliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00212617250452929934noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313567492324115629.post-11836275463743624652010-11-03T02:14:00.003+02:002010-11-03T02:22:24.834+02:00maria elena<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5f3zqoOWRswSwW0zNYLzUFFXd-GCyWqygcv8benR4RG8PR316cfsXdLIZ-XBI1D8NCk89tQRHS6j9B3hy6X-zCshtPTK8rbsMpCeg_5_h6tbbPFdQY9QY2Lzu5-me2cZgcthOcRhRJKk/s1600/courbet_woman_in_waves.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5f3zqoOWRswSwW0zNYLzUFFXd-GCyWqygcv8benR4RG8PR316cfsXdLIZ-XBI1D8NCk89tQRHS6j9B3hy6X-zCshtPTK8rbsMpCeg_5_h6tbbPFdQY9QY2Lzu5-me2cZgcthOcRhRJKk/s200/courbet_woman_in_waves.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535112207292046130" /></a><br />Imi e dor de tine, maria elena<br />noaptea, cand zgomotul din calorifer<br />imi aminteste de <span style="font-style:italic;">lacul lebedelor</span>\<br />de buzele tale aspre in noiembrie,<br />de leaganul din spatele casei<br />de vocea ta de pasare suava<br />intr-o dupa-amiaza umeda<br />cand stateai in fata mea<br />goala<br />acum imi dau seama ca<br />imi e dor de tine, maria elena.nathaliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00212617250452929934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313567492324115629.post-51463737076687153022010-07-14T00:13:00.004+03:002010-07-14T19:40:00.643+03:00karlIntr-o seara, Karl gasise scris incifrat pe un servetel: "prietenia dureaza atat cat ii ia unui baietel pofticios sa sparga o crusta de zahar ars..."<br /><br />Karl s-a intristat amintindu-si de L.nathaliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00212617250452929934noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313567492324115629.post-89212944889520918802010-07-06T19:55:00.007+03:002010-07-06T20:07:27.158+03:00Le Concert<object width="448" height="222"><param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/video/port/504bf9608c247f/0xe9eff4.swf"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><param name="FlashVars" value="durataAudio=139&titluEmbed=Concertul%20-%20Trailer"></param><embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/video/port/504bf9608c247f/0xe9eff4.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="222" FlashVars="durataAudio=139&titluEmbed=Concertul%20-%20Trailer"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/video/Film" title="Film">Vezi mai multe video din Film</a><br /><br /><br />Intr-adevar, un film extraordinarnathaliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00212617250452929934noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313567492324115629.post-38648252163675445382010-07-03T22:07:00.006+03:002010-07-03T22:34:37.624+03:00pe noi (ne)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHjGxPw2U9E2hTAa-UnMtE9RL2a_HYTGikPukhiGOvpBif7OzQP7aBODvmYOtlCFiSiTed1kktwLEmdvGWeNDO1fpYUfwOmdUDrqr2YeSEK8Z-wFKwbrca-auNXIlpOTAoRNzDM25LGEY/s1600/1_2_by_391ceeyd.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 135px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHjGxPw2U9E2hTAa-UnMtE9RL2a_HYTGikPukhiGOvpBif7OzQP7aBODvmYOtlCFiSiTed1kktwLEmdvGWeNDO1fpYUfwOmdUDrqr2YeSEK8Z-wFKwbrca-auNXIlpOTAoRNzDM25LGEY/s200/1_2_by_391ceeyd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489761765373780034" /></a><br />Pe noi ne indeparteaza frazele interminabile de pe messenger<br />Jumatatile de cuvine aruncate intre un drum cu autobuzul si sarmele electrice_firedeparlipitepecer<br />Lampa care iti lumineaza serile <br />E mai puternica decat <br />a mea<br />lasa pe hartiile albe dungi rosiatice<br />pe noi ne indeparteaza fiecare ceasca de cafea<br />bauta<br />in singuratate<br />dimineata….nathaliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00212617250452929934noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313567492324115629.post-12890055398826345422010-07-03T21:30:00.004+03:002010-07-03T21:57:37.882+03:00Despre zilele mici<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZs1xg2Q_qA4WmrqOGJBbo3j8MZPmVUMgBTOysFRPKVgnPWVbyW4GebuwSJ7UWH8FkdsWW0BbS8wAyQSLh5w0J4xEJsbEer8hDvaye8noBHxabtlQmsE9zwVvP-vlt6aDh2QmDqwBrW48/s1600/Willy-Ronis-Le-nu.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZs1xg2Q_qA4WmrqOGJBbo3j8MZPmVUMgBTOysFRPKVgnPWVbyW4GebuwSJ7UWH8FkdsWW0BbS8wAyQSLh5w0J4xEJsbEer8hDvaye8noBHxabtlQmsE9zwVvP-vlt6aDh2QmDqwBrW48/s200/Willy-Ronis-Le-nu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489749548383676434" /></a> <br />Zilele mici <br />Sunt<br /> acelea in care<br /> nu am chef de nimic <br />Viata isi urmeaza cursul <br />pe benzile rulante<br /> ale supermarketurilor <br />Sunt <br />cubul subacvatic<br /> al <br />marilor linistite. <br />Incalcita de <br />Societate - buruiana (Rozamunda)<br /><br />Colectionez <br />Mici bijuterii spirituale<br />De exemplu<br />Azi l-am intalnit pe willy ronis<br /><br /><br />fotografie:"Le Nu Provencal" 1949 - Willy Ronisnathaliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00212617250452929934noreply@blogger.com0