Deraiaj

septembrie 20, 2015

Sa te indrepti catre ziua de Luni fara absolut nici o scapare. O locomotiva desprinsa de garnitura, pierduta printre macazuri uitate si semnale nedeslusite. Sa-ti simti talpile destinului insurubate intre da-ul si nu-ul traverselor. Sa existi pe tabela plecarilor si sosirilor fara dreptul la deraiere.  Sa existi cu toate semnalele de alarma consumate invoindu-te impiegatilor ce ti-au iesit in cale. Trecut si prin ultima halta, te vor saluta dirijandu-te pe o linie moarta.

Dar tu nu esti un tren.

Un om liber

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Reclame

Libertate

mai 7, 2015

Libertatea o găseşti printre lucrurile pe care trebuie să le faci. Acele momente ne definesc destinul.
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Macaz de cale ferata (rail switch)

Sub soare

aprilie 30, 2015

Stork flight in the sunApril 2015, Bacău 

Uneven ground

aprilie 28, 2015

Monday, 27 Apr ’15

Two days ago I started to build some steps in the garden. After last year’s leveling work it ended up with a higher patch of ground which needed easier access. The stones I’ve been collecting since November will now get used. Five piles of hand picked stones betrayed some presence during the cold months. There are still plenty of stones lying around waiting to be picked. (Is there a better way to remove stones from a garden?) I regret I did not sort them from the beginning. By shape would have made this job easier. 

I’m standing on the edge of the land. A portion of it started to wear off but it doesn’t bother me. It kind of gives way to nature’s contribution, revealing an enclosure for a little bench. I took my boots off, and my work trousers.  The remoteness  discarded all inhibition.  The dry crumbled ground quickly absorbs the sweat from my feet. The sun feels good. An earthly wind reminds me of the last snow which melted only weeks ago. It’s Monday morning and.. I’m here.

Making steps in the garden

Tuesday, 28th Body aches from digging and shoveling ground from one place to another. It started to rain. Writing.