Bruxelles

and I saw Bruxelles (Brussels)... and I had beer, chocolate, beer, waffles,beer, mussels, beer, fries, beer..
hmmmm..... beer and again beer, but is Bruxelles and you have only one life....

I had an amazing time there and like all the people who visit a new place I took photos...
but.. shitty pictures...it was like a contest ... it's very difficult to choose the shittiest picture from all the pictures
I took.....
after some beers my inspiration came .... so I start taking (kind of) good pictures ...

but I will put a picture from London...
it looks like Paradise is near... again

Autumn

I am a new improved version of me, but I'm nothing but bones, a lovely ghost between darkness and light. Each piece of me dies because Autumn indicates the death of beauty as we know.
Falling leaves with gold, red and maybe some green (amazing colours) under my empty and frozen soul.
Exposed to the fog and rain, I feel my grief stricken heart still burn.
With my mind I see darkness and misery, but with my heart I see a kingdom for myself, where I wander free in my moments of solitude, where I feel so insane and kick all my fears.
Falling leaves lie on the ground....it looks like paradise is near.

Autumn's arrived.

Genesis II

I was born from a stars
mosaic,
from a merging hypnotize anguish.
Tiller of a martyr period,
affiliation of truth and lie.
I saw people passing away,
metamorphosis
of a mystic change.

I attempted to smile to life

without compel myself,
but my smile frozen
my sight.
I wasn't a rope walker

and I did not love failure.

Defeat

was just a stage of inner pain .
And, I did not want to be a slave.
I revolted and asked justice:
- I want to die like I lived,
a hybrid of a crippled society,

from I came out not unvanquished,

because

I forgot how to exist in their world
and I lived up
in mine.

Geneza............

M-am nascut dintr-un mosaic

de stele,

dintr-o fuziune de agonie hipnotizata,

Vlastar al unei ere de martiri,

o filiatie de adevar si de minciuna.

Am vazut oameni murind,

metamorfoze

ale unei transfigurari mistice.

Am incercat sa zambesc vietii

fara sa ma fortez,

dar zambetul mi-a inghetat

privirea.

N-am fost o saltimbanca

si n-am iubit caderea.

Infrangerea

era o treapta a suferintei interioare

Si n-am vrut sa fiu un sclav.

M-am rasculat si am cerut dreptate:

- Eu vreau sa mor asa cum am trait,

hibrid al unei societati infirme,

din care n-am iesit invins,

caci

am uitat cum se traieste in lumea lor

si am trait

in lumea mea.